[A girl's scream echoed through the city.]

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These past few days, Tatsuya had been puzzled by Mihoko's behavior. In the past, she would greet him with a smile in the school corridor, but now she seemed to be avoiding him, and her expression appeared rather unpleasant.
Tatsuya wondered if she was deliberately acting this way because she was afraid he would ask her out. But judging from her behavior in the staff room, it wasn't just him she was acting this way.
So, what was the reason...?
As an admirer of Mihoko, he was very worried.
Today was Friday. It was supposed to be the day to decide whether or not he could go on a date with Mihoko. He often talked about making progress, but when it came to matters concerning himself, Tatsuya's heart would race.
During lunch break, Mihoko finished her meal, stood up, and walked out of the staff room. Tatsuya didn't want to miss the opportunity and followed after her.
"Ms. Nishijo,"
he greeted Mihoko in the corridor leading to the library. Mihoko stopped and turned around, her beautiful figure silhouetted against the backlight.
"You're so kind, would you like to go to the library to read?"
"Oh...yes..."
Mihoko answered, turning her gaze away as she continued walking forward, with Tatsuya following beside her. Mihoko also had an unapproachable aura today. Tatsuya hesitated slightly, but then decided to bring it up.
"About what we talked about on Tuesday...tomorrow is Saturday..."
Mihoko suddenly stopped him.
"I have things to do tomorrow, I'm very busy now, sorry."
"..."
Tatsuya stood there blankly, watching Mihoko's retreating figure.
During the time when students were heading home after school, a female student walked towards the chapel; she was Tachibana Aya, from Class 3-B, considered the most beautiful girl in the entire school.
The church's pastor, Uchimura Masayoshi, finished his afternoon prayers and returned to his room connected to the chapel to rest when he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
came the self-controlled voice befitting a clergyman.
"I'm Tachibana Ari."
"Come in."
The door opened, and Ari, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a school uniform, walked in. Her large, round eyes and long, shiny black hair made a strong impression.
"Come here!"
Urged by Zheng Yi, who was dressed in clerical robes, Ari walked to the desk by the window, took out a camera from her bag, and handed it to Zheng Yi.
"This..."
"Was it going well?"
Zheng Yi noticed a strange glint in Ari's eyes.
"Yes, yes..."
"Thank you for your hard work."
After handing over the camera, Ari immediately turned to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Zheng Yi said, standing up, closing the window lattice, and sitting down again. Perhaps because his hair was thinning, his forehead appeared particularly large, and his sharp eyes gave an impression of intelligence.
Ari immediately looked uneasy.
"Director, please let me go home for today! I have important matters to attend to."
Zheng Yi was the Dean of Studies at Seito School. And not just any ordinary dean. The students considered him a very kind teacher who was willing to discuss matters with them. The parents considered him a person of high moral character and prestige. But for some reason, Yali saw fear in the headmaster's eyes.
"What are you afraid of? Your sins are not yet atoned. Come here!"
The headmaster's voice was completely calm.
"Headmaster, please forgive me!"
Yali pleaded earnestly, bowing deeply.
"Aren't you afraid everyone will find out about that?"
Yali's face immediately turned pale.
It happened four months ago. Yali stole books from a bookstore near the school. It wasn't that she didn't have money; stealing books was a popular topic among her classmates, and she wanted to try it too. But she was unlucky and was caught by the bookstore staff.
The bookstore owner immediately called the school's prominent figure, Uchimura Masayoshi. After Masayoshi's enthusiastic persuasion, the bookstore owner readily agreed not to pursue the matter, and the affair ended peacefully. Because it prevented her parents from finding out, Yali was very grateful to the headmaster, but she didn't expect there to be a trap. One day, after being summoned to the chapel, the headmaster, using the pretext of stealing books, raped her.
From then on, Ya-li was frequently summoned by the headmaster to be the object of his sexual gratification, almost like a secret mistress.
"Now, the penis God gave me wants your lips. Don't say anything more, come here!"
Resistance would clearly provoke the headmaster's anger. Ya-li reluctantly walked around the desk and stood in front of the headmaster.
"Good girl, God will forgive you soon."
The headmaster picked up the remote control on the desk and pressed the switch. With a click, the door locked; the lock on this room could be controlled remotely.
"However, you're so cute, so cute I want to bite you. You must be popular with men! What a sin."
The headmaster took the schoolbag from Ya-li, who was standing there with her head down, and stood on the floor. Then he picked up the pointer he used in the classroom and began to lift Ya-li's skirt with the tip. Her cute knees began to appear, slowly revealing her rounded thighs—long, beautiful thighs.
Just as her underwear was about to be exposed, Ya-li suddenly pressed her skirt down with both hands.
"Teacher, I don't want to do this anymore, please forgive me..."
she pleaded, her large eyes filled with tears. But the headmaster's expression didn't change at all; he simply raised the pointer in his hand. A sharp crack echoed as it struck Yali's right hand, leaving a clear, bright red welt on her snow-white skin.
"I am God's messenger; to defy me is to defy God."
Based on past experience, Yali knew very well that the God the headmaster spoke of was a lewd and ferocious god.
She still vividly remembered the first time she was raped by the headmaster. The usually gentle headmaster had suddenly changed, emitting a beast-like roar as he pounced on her; the drastic change terrified Yali, rendering her powerless to resist. And now, that fear resurfaced in Yali's heart.
As Yali endured the shame and lowered her hands, as if waiting for her to do so, the pointer immediately lifted her skirt, revealing snow-white panties. They were bikini-style panties; her mons pubis was slightly raised, looking incredibly alluring, and her thighs seemed to have caterpillars wriggling on them.
"Wear your cute panties as always. Now take those panties off."
As the headmaster spoke, the sides of his nose began to rise and fall. Whenever Ya-li saw him like this, she would get goosebumps all over.
She was truly unwilling to accept this, wondering when she could stop being the headmaster's plaything…
Countless times she had thought of running away. But the headmaster's threatening words kept replaying in her mind—that she would expose his book theft and hand him over to the police—so she never dared to actually take action.
"Your skin is itching again, isn't it! I'll shove this pointer down your asshole!"
The director's tone suddenly turned lewd, making Ya-li tremble with fear. His attitude would change drastically without warning if he was even slightly dissatisfied or excited. Sometimes Ya-li even wondered if the director had a mental illness. In such situations, it was crucial not to resist. When Ya-li reluctantly began to take off her underwear, a smile immediately appeared on the director's stiff face, and his tone returned to gentleness.
"That's right. If you behave, good things will come soon. After taking off your underwear, use both hands to pull your skirt up to your waist… oh… a little higher… very good."
Ya-li's lower body was completely naked.
This seemingly respectable director, once you peel back the layers, was even more lecherous than the average person. She wondered what everyone would think if they knew…
Ya-li considered telling her classmates about the director's behavior several times, but it would affect her, so she didn't.
Although only seventeen, Ya-li's lower body was already that of a fully mature woman, radiating a fresh beauty. If there was any trace of girlishness, it was only the growth of pubic hair. A small tuft of hair stood in the very center of the mound, seemingly huddled together, looking incredibly cute.
"It's absolutely beautiful,"
the director murmured, suddenly pulling up his shirt, his pants bulging high. He unzipped them, and as he pulled down his underwear, a stiff, erect penis sprang out, pointing skyward. It was a huge penis that would surprise even a man.
"Alright, alright, don't get so excited."
The director let out the strange laugh that sometimes appeared when he was excited, then held the penis with his left hand, spat on his right palm, and smeared it on the erect, purplish-red glans.
Yali knew, of course, what the director was going to do next: he would make her assume the most embarrassing position, looking deep inside her body. Then he would ask her to perform oral sex...
Just imagining it made the hairs on her body stand on end. But Yali also knew there was no way to escape.
"You should know what I'm asking for, stick your ass out!"
The director's fetish was making her stick out her naked ass so he could carefully examine her vulva from behind. Yali's face was flushed. She turned around, placed her hands on her knees, and slowly bent forward, essentially presenting her buttocks directly to the director. Any resistance would be met with severe punishment
.
This was the most humiliating moment for Yali, and also the moment when the director's lust was at its peak.
"Hehe, lift your buttocks high, push with your legs, make your anus open. Very good, hehehe."
The director's hot breath fell on her round, gaping buttocks. The overwhelming shame almost made Yali faint.
"Your buttocks are always beautiful, elastic, like pudding. Pink petals, I'm almost drooling. The other hole seems clean too. Let me smell it, it smells like soap..."
This man is disgusting, filthy... Feeling the director's hooked nose pressed against her anus, a strong sense of guilt made Yali's body tremble.
"Does it itch...?"
The director's head left her plump buttocks, while his hand flicked across the snow-white mounds, then moved upwards along the valley between them.
"Ah... Teacher..."
Her plump buttocks swayed from side to side.
"Hey! Don't wiggle your butt."
Before he finished speaking, the director's fingers parted the delicate petals, revealing pink mucous membranes like a blooming red flower, with the tender flesh in the center appearing.
Ah... I don't want this shameful thing to happen again...
Yali was filled with the desire to escape. But escaping was useless, so she had to endure the humiliation and stay there. Yali's long legs began to tremble.
"This is wonderful, my penis is trembling too. Now, as usual, you'll serve me with your mouth!"
Yali turned to face the director, kneeling between his legs. Before her was a black, shiny penis.
"It looks quite powerful today! Since it hasn't been used for the past two days, you'll have to lick it carefully."
He had probably touched it himself, as dew was already visible in the small groove at the tip. When she leaned closer, she smelled a pungent odor. The crown in front of her was enormous, and every time she saw it, she felt a sense of dread. Yali closed her eyes and quietly stuck out her tongue.
"Hehehehehehehe..."
When her tongue touched the glans, the penis vibrated, and the director made a gurgling sound in his throat. Yali had been taught how to give a blowjob many times. This director was the one who loved licking his male symbol the most. Yali's tongue licked upwards from under the glans, tasting a salty flavor. She wrapped her tongue around the tip of the penis, while simultaneously drawing circles with her tongue.
"That feels good, you've improved. I didn't teach you for nothing."
The penis that he had been holding was now in Yali's hands, and then he placed his hands on Yali's head, playing with her glossy black hair. Yali began to lick the swollen head of the penis incessantly, while her tongue moved towards the protruding edge of the glans.
"Right there... Use your tongue, just licking isn't enough, you have to suck like you're kissing!"
Even during intercourse, the headmaster seemed unable to shake off his teacher's inherent flaws, constantly giving instructions on every movement. One had to faithfully obey his instructions, otherwise it would displease him, so Ya-li had no choice but to comply. She gently pinched the glans with her lips, making soft sucking sounds.
"Ugh... Hehehehehehe..."
The headmaster became excited, leaving his erect penis in the female student's mouth, bending his upper body slightly forward, reaching down to pull down her bra, and then grasping her breasts. This was also the signal for Ya-li to begin the next stage. Ya-li spat out the glans, bending her upper body even lower, licking the ugliest part of the scrotum hanging below the penis with her tongue.
As if responding to Ya-li's tongue, the hand grasping her breasts began to knead them, while the other hand continued to stroke Ya-li's hair.
The wrinkled labia, glistening with saliva, began to shine. Ya-li almost vomited the first time she kissed there, but now she was used to it and didn't feel particularly strong aversion. However, the feeling of her tongue licking there was definitely not pleasant.
"Your breasts seem to have gotten a bit bigger, probably because of my caresses. You should thank me, hehehe."
"Ah..."
Yali sighed deeply as her most sensitive nipples were pinched, her whole body tensing up. Noticing this reaction, the director insisted on pinching the pink mounds of flesh even more. A jolt of electric pleasure shot from her chest to her head. Yali, following the electric pleasure, moved her tongue from her vulva to the dark penis.
"You're neglecting the tip again. I always tell you to consider the whole."
As her breasts were gripped forcefully, Yali hurriedly licked the tip of the penis with her tongue. Then she smeared saliva on her palm and caressed the penis like she was stroking a baby's head. At this moment, the director seemed to reach his peak of excitement. He pulled his hand away from Yali's chest, took off his clothes, thrust his buttocks forward, and leaned back in his chair.
Yali saw the director's penis from below, which had a strange sheen from the saliva and appeared unusually swollen.
The thought of having to hold this thing in her mouth, making it difficult to breathe, filled her with sorrow. Furthermore, Ya-li's own emotions were already somewhat heightened due to the continuous stimulating activities she had been engaged in.
"Suck it well while it's in your mouth."
A smug smile appeared on the director's face, his belly heaving. Yali watched with a hint of hatred, grasping the erect penis hidden in the bushes, slowly pushing the engorged glans into her mouth, letting out a deep, seemingly comfortable sigh, her head tilting back.
The director's penis was enormous, almost splitting her mouth open, and very long. Yali's mouth wasn't particularly large, so putting such a massive thing into her mouth was a difficult task. But the director wouldn't be satisfied until he reached the very root of the penis. He
moved it up and down a few times, then pushed it deep into her throat, the tip touching the mucous membrane.
At that moment, the director made his characteristic sound, and began to thrust his hips. At this point, Yali had to coordinate her mouth movements, tightening it as much as possible.
When breathing became extremely difficult, it would transform into a sensual stimulation—something Yali had learned from past experiences, which was why she could endure the pain of her throat being blocked. Half out of a sense of recklessness and a desire for more intense stimulation, Yali began to rub the penis vigorously and lick it incessantly with her tongue.
"Hey, don't suck like that. I've told you many times to increase the stimulation slowly."
Yali easily forgot when she was excited, while the director preferred to hold it in his mouth slowly for a while. Yali had to slow down her movements and began to stimulate the area between the director's perineum and anus with her fingers.
"Oh, good... it feels good when you touch my asshole like that."
As she moved the head of the penis upwards while holding it in her mouth, she couldn't help but speed up the pace, so occasionally she only held the tip in her mouth and rotated her tongue like she was sucking on a candy ball. At this moment, when she vigorously stroked the penis, the director seemed to hum happily, and his stomach began to rise and fall again.
"Now it's my turn to lick you."
Before he finished speaking, he used both hands to hold Yali's slender face and made her stand up, spreading her legs apart and sitting on the chair without saying a word.
"Ah, no..."
Forced into an unsightly position, Yali blushed with intense shame, gritted her teeth, and turned her face away.
"Oh, it's bulging a lot now, it looks like honey will flow out soon."
Carefully observing the crotch parted to its limit, the director used his fingers to probe the cleft of the petals from bottom to top. The cleft parted, revealing a bud, the small fleshy labia glistening with honey.
"Ah, no...stop..."
A surge of hatred welled up within her, making her want to cry, but at the same time, Yali felt her heart racing, and an indescribable feeling washed over her.
"Now...taste it."
The director finished speaking, his tongue wriggling along Yali's inner thigh. In an instant, Yali tensed, her hands gripping the chair armrests tightly.
The director, true to his lecherous nature, moved his tongue subtly. He would never bite into the flesh of the petals from the start, but would first slowly lick around the vulva, waiting until the other's sensations reached their peak before attacking the opening. Yali's body had now learned the director's technique. Therefore, his tongue merely lingered near her inner thigh, and the honey began to flow regardless of Yali's will.
"Ah, no... Teacher, not there..."
As her tongue traced its way from her inner thigh to the pubic area, rubbing back and forth, Ya-li was already breathless. The lewd anticipation made her petals itch. She involuntarily reached for the headmaster's head, grabbing his thinning hair. That was also a signal for him to... lick her vulva faster. As if receiving a signal, the tongue began to move downwards.
Ya-li held her breath, waiting for the moment the tongue would enter her wet crevice. But the headmaster wanted to tease her thoroughly; just as he was about to reach the crevice, as if deliberately disappointing Ya-li, he traced a path to her right inner thigh, licking the hollow there.
"Ugh..."
she exhaled, her lower body shaking as if protesting against the headmaster. Just then, the tongue suddenly invaded her vulva.
"Ah..."
Due to the unexpected turn of events, Yali leaned back as far as she could, adopting a position where she could completely surrender her secret valley to the tongue. The director was kneeling on the ground, stroking his erect penis with his hands while burying his head between Yali's thighs. The impolite tongue, as if measuring the length of the cleft, moved up and down a few times before adding a rotating motion.
The small mound of flesh quickly swelled up, a sensation that even Yali herself could feel. The tongue continued to rotate in the center of the cleft. The increasingly intense lust caused Yali's body to tremble violently, her hands gripping the director's hair tightly.
At this moment, a soft, smacking sound came from between Yali's thighs, and as if echoing that sound, intermittent moans also came from Yali's mouth.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Yali's mysterious valley, now transformed into a glistening temple by the overflowing nectar and saliva, was now completely red. The pink lips had turned completely red, and the small flesh inside trembled incessantly. Ya-li was now caught in a vortex of excitement, unaware that the headmaster had somehow managed to pull her breasts closer to her through her school uniform.
At this point, whether she was a middle school student or the other person was the headmaster was irrelevant. The surge of pleasure emanating from the female body center made Ya-li gasp and moan incessantly.
The headmaster squinted at Ya-li, whose upper body was still covered by her innocent school uniform, while her lower body revealed its most sensual parts. He raised his head, licked his lips, and gave a lewd smile, beginning to play with her wet petals with his fingers.
"You seem about to pee," he
said, making a smacking sound as his thick middle finger penetrated her secret place.
"Ah…"
A hot sensation swept through her body, and Ya-li's pale throat trembled. The headmaster seemed to enjoy her reaction, his fingers probing deeper, and a honey-like fluid flowed from his fingers, some running down her perineum and soaking into her blue skirt.
"Ah...it's so hot...I can't take it anymore!"
Ya-li felt her body burning like fire, wishing she could extinguish the flames, but the director's foreplay usually continued.
After playing with Ya-li's body for a while, the director suddenly withdrew his fingers and brought his mouth close to her labia again, but this time he used the tip of his tongue to flick at her clitoris, revealing the pearly white tip. This surprise attack was enough to plunge Ya-li into a hell of pleasure. Ya-li's round buttocks involuntarily arched, as if responding to the director's actions.
"Oh, ah..."
Even when Ya-li had a strong reaction, the director still didn't let up and repeated the same stimulating actions. Especially when he inserted his tongue into her slit and used the tip of his tongue, which was covered in nectar, to continuously flick her clitoris, Ya-li would shake her head wildly and kick her legs in the air.
At this moment, Ya-li felt her temples vibrating, her eyes seemed to be seeing stars, and she could feel her lips opening and closing in pursuit of her prey, but her consciousness was already hazy, and she didn't know what she was like.
"It's time to insert it, the second one is getting impatient."
Suddenly, she heard this voice above her head, and at the same time, her body was lifted into the air. When she nervously opened her eyes, she saw that the director had picked her up and was about to place her on the desk. At this point, no matter how he manipulated her, she had no strength to resist, and Ya-li silently let the director do as he pleased.
The most common position was the doggy style, but the director liked to explore all sorts of positions. He put Ya-li's body down, placed the leather-bound Bible on the desk under Ya-li's buttocks, and lifted her dark blue skirt. Then he raised her legs high, completely exposing her wet petals.
Knowing it was obscene, Yali still felt a sense of anticipation, waiting for the director's thing to enter her body. It was always the same; what she initially found so disgusting, what touched her body, filled her with revulsion, but when subjected to that exquisite skillful manipulation, her body would become limp. She felt guilty about this countless times. But each time, the pattern was exactly the same.
Just then, she felt pressure in her sensitive slit. Looking up, she saw the director holding her left leg, his hand gripping his lower body, trying to insert his glans into her opening. His hairy lower abdomen heaved, and beads of sweat appeared on his protruding forehead.
Because her slit was already wet, she didn't feel pain. But the director's thing was like a thick bamboo, with rough nodes, so when the huge tip entered, it still created a powerful pressure.
"Ah..."
With a forceful thrust, after his penis pierced her delicate petals, the director began to huff and puff...

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