The Painful Nectar of a Virgin

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Chiyo was a gentle woman with a distinctly Japanese charm. With delicate eyebrows and cherry-like lips, her dress always clung tightly to her skin, and
her snow-white neck particularly alluring to the aging writer, Yoshida Shigesaburo.

Especially captivating was the youthful purity of her virginity, and the supple curves of her waist; even Yoshida's aging penis
was aroused, standing erect.

Chiyo was nineteen, and Yoshida was fifty-eight. Today, he was particularly eager to explore the mysteries of virginity.

Yoshida's old, wrinkled hands were waiting for Chiyo to come down the corridor, ready to drape her shoulders. Chiyo reflexively
tried to escape , but Yoshida had already bound her hands with a ribbon, and one of his hands slipped inside her warm body.

He used his fingertips to tease the virgin's full, elastic breasts. The girl struggled fiercely, her eyebrows furrowed, glaring at Yoshida's
face. Yoshida, like a raging fire, had already pressed his burning lips against the girl's lovely lips.

"No...please don't...joking...let me go..."

Chiyo was tightly bound to the man's two strong arms, her cheeks and lips pressed against his
body.

Chiyo had long lost her reason, even her mind; she offered no resistance, simply letting the man do as
he pleased .

Yoshida, having succeeded, was consumed by a beastly lust. He gently picked up the girl and carried her back to his room
, locking the door behind him. He carried Chiyo to the bed, a smile on his face as he lifted her dress, his eyes fixed on
her vulva. He inserted his index finger into her opening and began to rub it.

But his already erect penis couldn't wait any longer. In an instant, he straddled the girl's warm, soft virgin abdomen,
rubbing her vulva even more forcefully. At this moment, unable to suppress his desire, just as he was about to thrust into her secret place, the shy
virgin suddenly sat up.

"No, no, ah... if Madam sees, it'll be terrible, no, no, please let me go... ah..."

Chiyo, like a chick caught by an eagle, pounded her heart, tears welling in her eyes. She begged for his mercy,
but this only fueled the man's lust. One hand unbuttoned his trousers, revealing a writhing, powerful, and enormous purple penis
. In an instant, he had stripped off the woman's panties.

At that moment, the girl's fragrant vulva bloomed like a rose. The bodies of man and woman struggled, and finally, the man
firmly pressed the woman's body down. A moment later, the virgin stopped struggling in despair. She had already lost track of her own pleasure. In an
instant, her buttocks rose, and she silently took off her panties.

The virgin's sacrifice was filled with the wrath of Venus, offered before male lust.

Between the lovely virgin's legs, the full and pure breasts outlined a white jade arc, a shy, wide valley, where the dark
forest peered into the mysterious red cave.

Ah… the fullness of the snow-white mound, like two round pillars of bread, between which grow lush tender grass, like shyly blooming pink petals
, so lovely.

In the valley at the center, a spring of joy is hidden, and at the tip of the sorrowful crack, a thin membrane of fruit, irresistible to the touch, is revealed—
the sacred Jade Gate, the gate that guards the entrance to the womb. Yoshida's trembling hand gently parted
the gate of the Jade Gate, about to insert it.

"Ah, ah, no, I…I…I'm so scared…what should I do…ah…please let me go…please let me go…"

The man continued, rubbing the crack forcefully.

"I…I like you, please let me love you…okay…okay…please…please…give it to me…"

he said, grasping his large, red penis in his right hand, pressing it forcefully against the entrance of the Jade Gate, as if the demonic penis
had long awaited, wanting to glimpse this secret realm where red and white, red and black vied for attention.

"Mmm...ah...oh...mmm, come on!"

The man let out beautiful moans. The virgin's chastity was firm and not easily broken. With each press, the woman's thighs
tightened even more.

The man deliberately pressed his glans against her vulva a few times, and then the woman let out beautiful murmurs, her body
contorting . The man's heavy body pressed against her soft breasts, and Chiyo's sweet lips were being sucked. Chiyo's
face showed a joyful expression, her eyes shining like the glow of spring.

Ah...what a satisfying garden! It was simply a paradise, and then the two gradually entered a state of complete
ecstasy .

The man's fingers lingered on her lush pubic hair, the crimson flesh, the enchanting crack brimming with eroticism.
The vulva seemed to welcome someone to open its doors.

At this moment, tears of lustful fluid were already seeping from the crack, the overflow of love flowing after the caresses. Chiyo's face lit up
with lust, her vulva swollen like a small loaf of bread, water oozing out. Her labia minora, now a vibrant pink, were swollen and
thick , already peeking out from her vulva—the perfect moment for intercourse.

The man, unable to contain his itch any longer, gripped his enormous penis, focusing intently on the entrance to her body. He
forcefully embraced Chiyo's firm, full buttocks, then pressed down, pressing tightly against her.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm... Is this how it is? Is this how it is?"

Chiyo's face contorted, her whole body twisting...

"Ah... ah... I... I don't know how this happened... Ah, quick... quick... quick, insert it... quick... Master... I... I can't take it anymore..."

With forceful squeezing, the power of the jade stem humiliated the soft virgin, and the girl let out a pitiful cry of sorrow...

"Ah... oh... um... hmm..."

The pure flesh writhed, and Chiyo's hymen instantly, as if under everyone's expectation, tore open like a ripping cloth
, opening a path for the penis to charge. Bright red rose petals dripped shameful blood, and a few drops of
bright red .

"It's broken, it's broken... I'm so happy... I broke my hymen."

Yoshida was so happy that he suddenly became carried away. He swayed his hips, lifted Chiyo's two thighs, raised them to
his shoulders, like carrying a palanquin, and swayed while shouting "Hi-yo... Hi-yo..."

"Ah...I...I can't take it anymore...Ah...I can't take it anymore...Oh...Oh..."

Chiyo twisted her body desperately, clinging tightly to the man's back.

"Mmm...Mmm..."

Chiyo, already wet with desire, had entered a trance-like state, her virginity completely gone. However,
she didn't necessarily feel any sensuality. She didn't know what she was doing. She felt ashamed, guilty, and afraid, as if she had gone mad, filled with sorrow.
At her peak, she completely lost her senses.

Blood dripped from her hymen; the man saw it, and his chauvinistic sadism was suddenly awakened. He
writhed even more violently, as if trying to swallow Chiyo whole.

He grasped his penis, gently probing the tip against her clitoris, while his hands continuously kneaded her lovely breasts.
Chiyo was in ecstasy.

"Ah...ah...like a ball of fire...ah...so beautiful...so beautiful...faster...faster...insert it...faster...faster...ah...so beautiful...so beautiful..."

Chiyo writhed all over...

Yoshida deliberately teased, rubbing the edges of her labia minora, intentionally not penetrating, just skillfully caressing her up and down, right and left.
Yoshida 's pleasure at defiling a young girl was indescribable; his penis was already swollen, hard, hot, and burning to its maximum.
Although they hadn't officially intercourse yet, his excitement was already halfway there.

His penis only rubbed around her clitoris and labia minora a few times before Chiyo couldn't take it anymore. She cried out, "It's so beautiful, so beautiful
, hurry...hurry up and insert it. Ah...Yoshida, insert it quickly, twist it deeply!"

Chiyo forgot her shame, stretched out her wrists, tightly gripped the base of his penis, and thrust her hips high. Yoshida's large, hot
glans plunged deep into her vagina in one breath. Chiyo held the man's waist tightly with both hands, her breathing rapid.

His knees and elbows overlapped on the woman's body, his hands tightly gripping her hair, and he twisted his waist up and down without distraction, while
the woman continued to moan.

"Ah...ah...stop...stop...ah...such a big penis...twisting inside me...ah...um...uh...oh...so beautiful...so
beautiful..."

Now, Yoshida couldn't take it anymore either, his hands wrapped around the woman's waist, twisting and thrusting like on a hot tub swing.

The tip of his penis bounced like a hot air balloon, flowing out a wet and slippery transparent fluid. Chiyo cried out, her juices overflowing like
a flood, her body soaked through, while his penis thrust in and out of her slippery cave.

Yoshida felt an intense tingling sensation, thrusting harder, his breathing quickening…

“Come on… oh… so beautiful… I’m about to come…”

His penis slammed into her round cervix, the pleasure piercing his very soul. He struck the bottom of her uterus, a wave of tingling, a
spasm, and his semen gushed forth like a torrent. Chiyo clung tightly to his buttocks, lifting them high, her face contorted in ecstasy, she cried out
in pleasure , “Ah… I… I’m going to come too… harder… harder… I’m going to come too… ah, my whole body is numb… ah… so beautiful… so beautiful
…”

Her hips swayed up and down, his penis seemingly swallowing her completely, until even the last drop of semen was drained.
Deep within , a sticky, white fluid gushed forth. The semen of the man and woman
mingled in her vaginal opening, making their pubic hair wet and sticky. The vaginal fluid overflowed from the woman's vulva.

The man's post-coital sorrow was one of utter exhaustion; though his mind stabilized, his body was completely paralyzed.
The woman, trembling and shaking her hips, was lost in a trance, like a beast from hell, having long since lost all feminine restraint.

The greatest joy in life is the exhilaration that follows shame, absurdity, and sorrow.

But extreme joy is followed by sorrow; lust is emptiness. The fountain of pleasure, after which the two felt even more lonely
, lay limp on the bed, motionless.

Chapter Two: The Earl's Widow

Mrs. Yoshida was a forty-two-year-old elegant lady with glasses, but the
vain .

The woman was cheerful and talkative. As she walked, her thick lumps of fat jiggled as she led her friend, the widow of Count Tokuda,
into the entrance hall. The woman had thick lips, sagging eyes, and had long been immersed in a life of debauchery; her entire body was brimming with male essence.

"He looks listless."

"But what does he look like? I think you're quite the connoisseur, oh ho… oh ho…"

"Ah… don't joke around, I only do it once a week, and every time it makes me feel like I'm in heaven. Oh ho…"

"Ah… oh no… your husband will come back and want to play with you…"

"Oh dear… oh no… Hey! Chiyo! Where are you going?"

The two entered the entrance hall.

Loud laughter came from downstairs, so Yoshida hurriedly pulled out his wet penis, hastily
wiped it with the woman's red sash, and Chiyo jumped up. Startled by the woman's shout, she quickly dressed, combed
her hair , and went downstairs.

Yoshida couldn't sleep either; he got up and sat at his desk to read.

"Lady Chatterley's Lover" was a book his junior, a relatively unknown translator, had asked Yoshida to write a review for.

How could a teenager possibly understand such a rational piece? Did something incomprehensible become
obscene ? Did he consider having sex every day as obscene?

But sex was human nature, so whether it was the path of lust or the path of women, it could be considered the path of humanity. Whether it was humanism or
naturalism , intercourse was a matter of personal choice.

Yoshida had a different thought.

He had broken Chiyo's hymen, and although he felt very excited and pleasured, he imagined Chiyo would still be in pain,
and . The more he thought about it, the more worried he became.

He went downstairs to the reception room, where Mrs. Tokuda smiled ambiguously.

Yoshida greeted Mrs. Tokuda awkwardly, and after a few casual words, he noticed that Mrs. Tokuda's alluring lips were wet
, making him fantasize about a woman's swollen vulva. He glanced at it hastily, and of course, Mrs. Tokuda couldn't have missed it either.

The lady seemed to be using some excuse to stay, and gradually steered the conversation towards her deceased husband. Yoshida asked Chiyo to bring some
whiskey, and after a few drinks, she began to chatter incessantly about her own private pleasures. The deceased
count was a renowned painter and a notorious playboy.

He had deflowered countless models, taking pleasure in it. But after each one, he would discard her,
and he was particularly fond of musical instruments like the harmonica.

Lady Yoshida asked, "What does it have to do with being good at playing the harmonica and liking women?"

"Hehe…why? Madam…hehe…Mr. Yoshida, what do you say?"

"Ahahaha…"

Yoshida laughed loudly, and the countess found it quite amusing, pressing her lips to her sleeve as she laughed.

Finally, Lady Yoshida became angry.

"How dare you! Even you lied to me! I'm not talking to you tonight!"

"Madam, I...I'll go prepare dinner. Please continue our conversation."

"Husband! Don't say anything out of line!"

Mrs. Yoshida left. Yoshida approached her, took her hand, and she looked at him, gripping his hand tightly. He kissed her
bright red, rose-colored lips, which trembled as if bleeding. He kissed her jasmine-scented hair.

That night, Mrs. Yoshida called Chiyo into her room.

Mrs. Yoshida lay on the bed wearing only underwear. Instantly, her underwear was removed, leaving her completely naked. She asked Chiyo
to massage her.

Although Chiyo was a lesbian, seeing Mrs. Yoshida's snow-white waist, her shyly dark pubic hair, and her round, beautiful breasts,
she felt dizzy and couldn't help but look down. But she had no choice but to follow Mrs. Yoshida's instructions and rub Mrs. Yoshida's sides and
buttocks. Chiyo's hands hesitated, feeling embarrassed.

"Lower, lower, no, even lower!"

Chiyo vigorously rubbed the cleft of Mrs. Yoshida's full buttocks. With each rub, she saw two
seashell .

The lady reached out and grabbed Chiyo's hand, making her grasp something. Examining it closely, she saw it was
a short, thick, horn-like object made of tortoise shell or similar material, with a rounded, curved tip and a hollow center. Chiyo, having seen Yoshida's enormous penis during the day, felt embarrassed
and her face flushed red.

"Chiyo, I'm sorry, but you're going to use this to penetrate me?"

"Why are you silent? If you won't do it, I'll do it for you."

The lady stood up, hugged Chiyo tightly, and sucked on Chiyo's lovely lips, then casually pushed Chiyo down onto the bed.

"Chiyo, I like you, come on…suck me."

"But, madam…"

"Then let's do it together."

"But, we're both women…"

"Women can do it with women, that's why I said I'd use this."

Chiyo was still reluctant.

The lady finally got angry and demanded that Chiyo take off her clothes. Chiyo thought to herself, "My body is so beautiful, I'm young and pretty,"
so she thought about it, the more hesitant and shy she became. The lady reached out and slapped Chiyo's swollen buttocks.

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts! Please forgive me, madam."

"Will you listen to me?"

The madam hugged Chiyo, teasing her clitoris with one hand, kneading her breasts with the other, and shaking her waist.

"Ah...it's so beautiful, a game between women. Shakespeare was better at this kind of game than writing poetry. Chiyo, your
virginity is mine."

The madam rubbed her breasts against Chiyo's back, stimulating Chiyo's buttocks and lower abdomen with soft feathers, skillfully kneading
her nipples and clitoris. Chiyo's breathing became rapid, and she was drenched in sweat.

"Has it come yet?"

The madam pushed Chiyo down onto the bed, making Chiyo's hands brace against the bed to elevate her upper body. The madam inserted a tortoise-claw-shaped
object into Chiyo's vagina, and the already broken virgin vagina was already leaking vaginal fluid.

However, the madam had no idea that her husband had already deflowered Chiyo.

The virgin had reached an extreme climax from being raped by the madam, and she made Chiyo arch her back, then pressed her body tightly against
Chiyo's. They were sucking each other's lips, their large buttocks swaying incessantly.

Yoshida heard the two women's moans through the keyhole, and he couldn't resist the urge to burst in.

But the door was locked, preventing him from entering. Suddenly, he thought he might as well take advantage of the situation and have some fun with the Countess. So, Yoshida
smiled, as if he had ulterior motives.

Chapter Three: Fierce Rape

As always, the door to the Countess's room was unlocked and open. She lay on her back, one hand inside her panties
, her eyes narrowed to slits, indulging in the pleasure of masturbation. But when she saw Yoshida enter, she
sat up .

Yoshida smiled, moving closer to the Countess, inhaling her perfume, the scent of jasmine, and her natural body odor,
feeling the softness and fragrance of her skin. He was already aroused.

Yoshida embraced the Countess, flustered, whispering in her ear, "Madam...I...I want it." He
smiled.

The woman gave a suggestive shudder and said, "I understand."

She then reached into Yoshida's trousers and pulled out his large, hard, and hot erect penis. She happily pressed
her cheek against Yoshida's, then kissed him passionately. Yoshida also reached out and caressed her body.

Mrs. Tokuda had become a widow ten years ago; she was only thirty-six years old today, so she could be said to have been sexually unsatisfied for a long time
. At this moment, the sweet, lewd, and joyful moans of the two women filled the air.

"Come on, I'm going to take off my clothes."

The woman got out of bed and removed her nightgown and underwear in the room. Instantly, her snow-white, well-defined curves were revealed
, making her look like a beautiful Venus.

Her swollen, rounded buttocks and breasts, and her thick, dark pubic hair, especially under the dim light, appeared even more mature
and alluring.

Her lewd smile and the dim light cast even deeper shadows. The woman confidently approached Yoshida and forcefully pushed him down.

"Oh, sweetheart, madam! You're so beautiful."

Like Ichiro Eijiro's acting, the lady excitedly hugged him tightly.

"That's wonderful, but I feel a little embarrassed to be with you, madam.

" "What's there to be embarrassed about

?" "Aren't you afraid of your wife

?" "Afraid of what? She's having fun right now!"

"Ah, tonight is the happiest night of my life."

"But, don't let it be the last supper!"

The woman gently pulled down Yoshida's trousers, lay on top of him, and knelt down. The lady played with her
clitoris ; knowing men well, her breasts, waist, and vulva, with their excess fat, were all so intoxicating.

Their bodies, filled with bliss, their vulvas swollen like bread, their vaginal fluids as sweet and delicious as peach juice, both were drowning in this
abyss of love. Countless men had drowned in the fountain of pleasure.

The lady's snow-white, soft fingertips slid into his groin, gently grasping his swollen penis, then
rhythmically rubbing and thrusting it up and down. The purplish-red jade stem was being manipulated by the lady's skillful hands. It had become hot, hard, and
swollen, and the magnificent phallus had become a symbol.

"Mr. Yoshida, kiss me!"

The woman narrowed her lustful eyes, her lips pouting with thirst. As she spoke, her fingers continued to caress his
penis .

Yoshida could no longer resist. He reached out and stroked the woman's white crotch, his next move being the search for her secret paradise.

"No, not yet, your hands are too dirty. No! My flesh is too naughty."

Her large, swollen nipples and breasts, eager for love, pressed against his thick chest hair, her wanton buttocks spread wide.
The woman tightly embraced Yoshida's lower body, pressing him against her crotch.

Then, the gentle touch of her wanton, beast-like skin ignited the lustful blood within Yoshida. Yoshida looked like
he was about to cry. He sucked on the woman's wet, red lips, sucked on her sweet saliva, sucked on her tongue, almost reaching climax
.

The classic Eastern way of lovemaking says that hasty intercourse is not as good as a wet, gentle kiss!

"Ah... such a lovely man! He's my darling! My horse!"

the lady moaned ecstatically, shouting loudly.

The man suckled at her breasts like a nursing mother, like a lustful beast! His tongue licked incessantly, and the lady
's breathing quickened. Her

beautiful, fleshy body trembled constantly.

"So beautiful, so beautiful. I can't take it anymore, do it! I don't care about anything else, ah... so beautiful, so beautiful, love me
, possess me! Love me forever, forever! Oh... oh..."

The crazed harlot's thighs were spread wide, almost revealing her cervix, welcoming the experienced but cunning man
to explore .

From the bottomless abyss of mire came smacking sounds, like a secret moon palace! Like a tiger's mouth revealing its teeth in the dark cup of Yin Mountain,
holding a red-headed dwarf, already plunged into the abyss of lust.

At this moment, the lady let out another coquettish moan, saying, "Oh...so beautiful...oh...so beautiful...ah...um...oh...
good brother...you're so good...deeper...harder...yes...pound it harder...ah...ah!"

Yoshida used his fingers to capture the woman's nucleus, entering the secret chamber of her jade cave, exploring the ceaseless flow. As he quietly reveled within
her body upon reaching the Moon Palace in search of spring, he turned left and right through the jade gates of the Spring Palace. The beloved Princess Yayoi,
dripping with spring rain, tightly gripped the Heavenly Horse of the Red Lotus. At this moment, a thousand horses galloped, and the sorrow of the woman in the Jade Gate overflowed with the tears of spring water
.

"Wait a moment, your red horse hasn't entered my purple stable yet. I...I've been waiting, waiting for you. Take a...
rest !"

After saying this, the lady leaped up, letting the man lie on his back, and nestled her beautiful face between his thighs.

"Sorry! I want to kiss your penis..."

With that, the woman's bright red lips pressed against his, gently sucking, rubbing,
and kneading . As the man trembled with unbearable pleasure, an itch arose from his glans, and Yoshida finally ejaculated once, then twice, his
lewd semen gushing forth.

At that moment, both their bodies trembled with pleasure, a frenzied fire of lust burning within them. The woman transformed into a
wanton beast, straddling Yoshida's abdomen, gripping his penis, sucking and vibrating it wildly.

Her bright red vulva, from the tip of her penis to the base, throbbed with heat and speed, moving freely and unrestrainedly, thrusting in all directions, like a thousand horses
pounding against the cervix.

The woman let out a cry of ecstasy, revealing a furious, throbbing mouth, even
uttering the most lewd sounds.

Chapter Four: The Student with Stimulants

A student around twenty years old named Akamatsu Tetsuo was staying at the house. Due to stimulant poisoning, he was pale,
thin, and had sunken eyes.

In fact, during the day, he had witnessed Mr. Yoshida having intercourse with a woman, which had greatly excited him.

Although he was still a virgin, he had reached an extreme level of sexual delusion, and therefore desperately wanted to have intercourse with Chiyo.

So he waited until that night. However, as soon as night fell, Chiyo disappeared into Mrs. Yoshida's room, and the door was locked, so
he could only peek through the keyhole and was startled.

The secret games between women could be so ecstatic. He suppressed his erection and finally returned to
his room. At this moment, his nerves became dazed and numb again, and his drug addiction flared up once more.

He took a syringe from the drawer, filled it with stimulant without sterilization, and injected it into his thigh. Instantly, his expression returned to
normal.

Then, Akamatsu Tetsuo secretly returned to Mrs. Yoshida's room, and this time he found the door unlocked.

Mrs. Yoshida and Chiyo rubbed and sucked each other's breasts in a claw-like motion, their swollen, protruding buttocks shaking violently
.

During their game, Chiyo's vagina, which had been filled with Yoshida's semen during the day, was now mingling with Mrs. Yoshida's vaginal fluids
. Her hymen, broken by Yoshida's penis, was now dripping blood, staining Mrs. Yoshida's navel and buttocks
.

"It's very uncomfortable, how can there be so much vaginal fluid?"

Mrs. Yoshida's words made Chiyo nervous. She hurriedly wiped her buttocks dry with a handkerchief, her mind blank, completely absorbed in
the caresses.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense! Mrs. Yoshida leaped up, her face contorted in anger, and said, "Chiyo, you did it with
the master didn't you? You hateful woman, um… I hate you, you stole my husband, I really… I really hate you."

Mrs. Yoshida kicked Chiyo, and Chiyo's naked body rolled off the bed. She sat down, grabbed her clothes, and hurriedly
fled , bumping right into Tetsuo, who was peeking in from outside.

"Chiyo! You better remember this!" the lady shouted. Chiyo and Tetsuo each fled back to their own rooms.

Although exhausted, Chiyo still savored the memory of her encounter with Master Yoshida, especially his incredibly strong penis
. She longed to have sex with him again, no… she wished she could be with him every night.

The lady Yoshida, burning with jealousy, didn't return to her husband's room. Furious, she stormed to
the Countess .

Peeking through the keyhole, she saw the Countess's breasts swaying, being sucked.

The two snow-white bodies overlapped, emitting sweet moans.

The lady seemed lost in sexual pleasure, dizzy and disoriented, while her ample vulva swelled like a loaf of bread.
Yoshida was pinned beneath his wife, responding to her writhing and thrusting, a sight that assaulted her senses.

She was furious that her husband had been playing with Chiyo during the day, and now he was openly having an affair with her friend, Mrs. Tokuda. This
was intolerable! Besides jealousy, she felt utterly humiliated; her trust and friendship had been completely destroyed
.

Anger and jealousy surged through her, threatening to explode.

Meanwhile, her husband and Mrs. Tokuda were lost in their ecstatic, dreamlike sensual pleasure,
prisoners of lust.

The wife, seemingly oblivious to her jealousy and hatred, suddenly began to remove her clothes, one by one.

Meanwhile, Tetsuo, seeing his wife completely naked, stood at Mrs. Tokuda's doorway,

wondered if he was acting on stimulants and imagining things. How could even such an elegant woman display such wantonness?

Aroused by the lady's wanton behavior, Zhefu longed to embrace her. He quietly approached her from behind
, the stimulation causing his penis to swell. Finally, unable to resist, he unbuttoned his shirt, stood up, and pulled out
his penis, quietly embracing her buttocks.

In the dim shadows, the lady twisted her face, reflexively trying to escape, but a hot, hard penis had already
penetrated her from her anus.

Knowing escape was futile, she smiled, her eyes signaling Zhefu she could do as he pleased. Zhefu, like chasing a mare
, offered his hand in acceptance.

"Not here. Let's go to the bedroom, Zhefu."

"Really? Thank you…please…"

he said, peeking through the keyhole.

"You can't look."

"But I've seen the lady doing good deeds, so I want to see for myself."

At this moment, the woman inside sat on him, her large buttocks swelling and swaying violently. The man's penis swelled to
the point of almost ejaculating.

The lady hurriedly grabbed Zhefu's hand and disappeared into her bedroom.

"My husband does his thing, I do mine. Chastity is equal for men and women. Adultery is no longer a crime, but women
are still bound by old social morality. Women are always abused by their husbands and in-laws. I am a new woman; I have the right to love whoever I love.
I am different from women who sell themselves. Even a woman as elegant as Mrs. Tokuda stole my husband! I was so foolish! She
dared to lie naked on top of my husband..."

The vain noblewoman suddenly transformed into a wanton vixen, revealing her snow-white buttocks, thrusting them high, and lying face down on the bed.

"Quick...quick..."

Zhefu's cheek rested on the lady's waist, his hand touching her lower abdomen, rubbing her thick, dark pubic hair.

At this moment, Zhefu's virgin penis was like a pure, fiery rod; he desperately wanted to insert it into the cleft of the lady's buttocks.
So , he grasped the base of his penis with one hand, about to thrust in.

The woman moaned, "Ah...there, there...faster...faster...insert...faster..."

Zhefu's magnificent, strong, and passionate penis was even better than Yoshida's. It wasn't easy to penetrate her elastic and beautiful vulva
. He muttered to himself, forcefully pressing against her vagina, while she breathed rapidly with excitement.

Zhefu ejaculated after less than twenty thrusts, his penis instantly deflated like a balloon.

Zhefu walked out of the room and met Chiyo in the hallway. At that moment, he heard the sound of the lock being fastened on the woman's door; she seemed to have already left.

"What's that sound?"

"No... it's Mr. Yoshida and Mrs. Tokuda messing around. Mrs. Tokuda is jealous."

"What? Mr. and Mrs. Tokuda?"

Chiyo gritted her teeth...

As Chiyo tried to return to the house, Tetsuo grabbed her from behind and said, "Chiyo, I've liked you for a long time."

"Let go, let go."

"You and Mr. Yoshida have done it too, haven't you? I know. If you don't listen to me, I'll tell Mrs. Tokuda. I saw it with my own eyes..."

Tetsuo's stimulant kicked in, his face pale and his breathing rapid...

"Hahaha... Mr. Yoshida is terrible. You're so stupid... You want to steal Mrs. Tokuda's husband? You're so naive. You're not angry at all that Mr. Yoshida
took your virginity?"

"But he's so gentle and loves me..."

"Being treated like a doll... that's a virgin's obsession, but you'd better give up. Mr. Yoshida is Mrs. Tokuda's
plaything . They're having fun right now..."

"..."

Chiyo's face flushed with shame and anger. She was about to return to her room when Tetsuo grabbed her sleeve.

"How about... come with me... how about it? Come to my room..."

Chiyo reluctantly entered Tetsuo's room.

Chapter Five: Love is a Grave

The next morning, the lady went to the woman's room.

The room wasn't locked. When she went in, she saw the bed was in disarray. Opening a drawer, she found a diary.

"Month x, Day x. Today is a sad day, the day my virginity was taken by my husband. I feel ashamed, regretful
, and happy all at the same time. My feelings are so contradictory. My husband says he loves me more than his wife. My competitive nature makes me very happy.
But the thought of being scolded by my wife makes me feel heavy."

After reading it, the lady gritted her teeth and tore the diary to shreds, tossed it aside, then picked it up and put it
in her pocket.

The lady knocked on her husband's door, but there was no answer; it seemed he wasn't in the room. This time she knocked on Tetsuo's door, but
there was no answer; it seemed he wasn't there either.

"Ah... what's going on? No one's responding. Are they fast asleep, or have they gone out... they must have been too tired last night..."

The lady frowned, stretched, and, still in her pajamas, went to Mrs. Tokuda's door and knocked.

This time there was an answer.

"Good morning, Madam."

Mrs. Yoshida greeted her with a cold expression. Mrs. Tokuda deliberately flattered her, saying, "Good morning, I'm sorry... I was too tired from playing
, so I overslept..."

As she spoke, she had already changed her clothes.

"You were too tired last night; I thought you were still asleep. Please rest well..."

"No... I'm disturbing you... I'd like to take my leave..."

"But... you were so tired last night... aren't you hungry?"

"No... I wasn't tired at all last night... oh... hehe..."

After offering her compliments, she noticed the sash belonging to Tokuda's widow, which she hadn't even offered as a gift, leaving Mrs. Yoshida feeling utterly humiliated.

"Hey... what's wrong with Tokuda?"

"Go back! You're so mean! How could you be with Tokuda... you beast!"

The wife, now consumed by jealousy, grabbed Yoshida's face and began punching and kicking him, followed by sobs...
She knelt at Yoshida's feet.

Yoshida coldly looked down at her.

"Hey... what's wrong with the woman? Isn't she here? I'm hungry."

The wife grabbed her husband's foot, looking at him.

"No, someone like you... how could you be involved with her... it's infuriating... she ran away last night because of you."

She then started crying again.

"Ran away last night... is that true?"

Yoshida went to the woman's room; she wasn't there. The kitchen and bathroom were empty, and there was no sign of her packing. The shoes
were still there . Yoshida laughed and nodded... He walked to Tetsuo's door, knocked, but there was no response. He banged on the door a few
times, but it wasn't broken. So he used an iron hammer to knock, and finally it broke. He was horrified by what he saw inside.

It was a young man and woman lying on the bed, one on top of the other. The woman was on top, her large, round buttocks exposed, and the man was on the
bottom , his arms tightly wrapped around her neck. Black blood was coming out of his mouth, his face was pale and empty, and he was already dead. Blood soaked
the sheets.

Instantly, he felt a blunt force trauma to the back of his head and fell to the ground.

It turned out that the woman, holding an iron hammer, had a cold expression like a ghost, her eyes blazing with fire, staring at the back of her husband's head
. After dropping the iron hammer and confirming through the broken door that Tetsuo and Chiyo were dead, she let out a terrifying laugh. Was she insane
? Or was she severely traumatized? She walked into her own room and lay down on the bed.

After that, the Yoshida House became a haunted house, and no one dared to buy it. It turned into ruins, and the house still exists to this day.

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