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Chapter 1 Rape
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Miho Nakajo felt a sharp pain in her left wrist. In fact, it wasn't just her wrist; her whole body ached, from her thighs and right waist to her abdominal muscles, which were stiff as if twitching. This was something that had never happened to Miho, a high school physical education teacher.
She opened her eyes groggily and stared at the ceiling above her familiar kitchen.
She desperately wanted to wash away the semen inside her body; her mind was only focused on this, but her body wouldn't obey her commands and she couldn't move at all. Underneath her rolled-up top, her beautiful nipples were exposed, and her skirt was pulled up to her waist, revealing her delicate abdomen, pubic hair, and labia. Her legs were spread wide apart, and she couldn't even muster the strength to close them.
The other party was Nachi, the only son of the Takazuka family next door.
Miho's husband, Nakajo, and Nachi's father, Takazuka, were subordinate and superior at the Kanto Bank. He was also a good chess opponent, and Takazuka often invited Nakajo to their home, or even came to challenge Nakajo to a game of chess himself, enjoying it immensely.
At that time, Takazuka showed no airs of a superior whatsoever. In fact, in front of Miho, he was always so kind and approachable, like a benevolent elder, like a father.
Because of this, the couple always felt inferior to him, not only because he was their matchmaker, but also because, for the thirty-year-old Nakajo, being able to live next door to Takazuka was thanks to the financial assistance he had provided when building their small house, which Takazuka had given them without a second thought.
Therefore, if this rape were to be made public today, everything would be destroyed. Although the victim was Miho, the perpetrator was one of her students, and his mother was the vice president of the PTA, making things more complicated.
The mother, Ikuko, was a typical upper-class mother, passionate about education. She doted on her only son, Nachi, excessively. While she was incredibly nagging about his schoolwork, she was terribly lax in everything else.
She seemed more arrogant than most people, even acting as if she had done Miho and the others a great favor by allowing them to live in such an upscale residential area, constantly implying that they should be grateful to her.
If Yuko knew about this, she would undoubtedly speak up, especially since it was her own son; she would certainly deny the truth outright. And she might even say, "You seduced our Nachi."
No! She definitely would.
Nachi wasn't exactly a diligent student. His academic performance was below average in his class, making him a problem student with questionable conduct.
However, perhaps he still harbored some fear of his mother. Although he hadn't fully joined a group of delinquents, smoking at school and skipping classes were commonplace. It was entirely predictable that he would succumb to external temptations and fall into depravity at any moment. If I were to tell her mother this unpleasant truth, Ikuko would surely scoff and wouldn't listen at all. Miho wasn't entirely without fault either.

Nachi was often invited to their home by the couple during her holidays. But it was always Nakajo who initiated the invitations, and his unexpected enthusiasm sometimes left Miho bewildered. Perhaps it was out of affection for his boss's son! But in reality, every time Nachi was invited, Nakajo was always engrossed in his chess match with Mr. Takazuka, leaving Miho to attend to Nachi. Especially since Nachi's eyes would often, intentionally or unintentionally, glance at Miho's body; she often felt him stealing glances at her chest. She thought this was just a normal reaction from a developing high school student; she was used to that kind of look at school, so she wasn't entirely careless about it. An hour ago, Nachi unexpectedly visited alone; it was Sunday, still some time before evening. "Teacher, I have something I want to talk to you about." Nachi looked dejected. Miho thought she roughly knew what he wanted to say. Three days ago, Miho had witnessed one of her high school students buy super glue in the downtown area and ride a motorcycle towards a building in the suburbs. Some of her colleagues might have pretended not to see it, but as a life guidance teacher, Miho couldn't ignore it, so she hailed a car and followed them. When she reached the third floor, Miho was immediately horrified by what she saw. Male and female students in uniforms were sitting on wooden beds, blowing and exhaling air from plastic bags, all looking dazed. Among the group of young students, there were a few of Miho's high school students. Everyone was staring blankly at the ceiling. And she even noticed that Nachi was among them. At the same time, students from other schools also noticed Miho. "Who is she? Who brought this guest?" Many people looked towards the source of the voices. "She looks like a pretty auntie!" Part 3 of the text. "Wait, no! She's our school's PE teacher." It was Junko Omori who spoke, her voice both venting and softening. "What does a PE teacher do?" "Nakajo is the student affairs officer." "Wow! This is serious." "She might get suspended!" "A week's suspension is too harsh!" The students joked amongst themselves. "How old is she?" someone asked. "What does it matter? She's beautiful, has a great figure, and a sweet voice. In our school, one in two people drools over her alluring figure!" This was said by Shigeru Minamimura, the leader of the delinquent group. At this moment, the boys all stood up. Miho couldn't help but shrink back in fear; after all, she was outnumbered and outmatched, and there was no way she could fight them. So she ran downstairs in the blink of an eye. "Come in! I'm making tea right now." Part 4 of the main text. Seeing Nachi's attitude, she opened the door. (2) "Did you report what happened that day to the school?" Nachi sat on the chair next to the dining table and called out to Miho, who was boiling water. "Do you want me to do that?" "Don't joke around, I've been tossing and turning all night." "Then... don't make the same mistake again." "So, you're letting me off the hook this time." "Just this once!" Miho walked back from the kitchen counter and said decisively. Nachi stuck out her tongue, her face unable to hide her smile, and said: "I... I've already told everyone that the teacher seems cold, but is actually very gentle and never speaks ill of others. She's a really good person." " Don't try to sweet-talk me, I don't appreciate it." "Don't be so cold, I actually have something else to say." At that time, Miho did not notice that Nachi had stood up. "The teacher is the best person I know. If anyone had done anything to harm the teacher at that time, I would have lent a hand to her. I bet my life on it." As he spoke, he suddenly grasped Miho's hand, which was holding the small stove.

Miho was startled and looked up sharply.

Part 5 of the text
: "Do you know why? Because I want to possess the teacher." He said, using his other hand to lift Miho's chin and pressing his lips to hers.
It happened so suddenly that Miho was momentarily stunned as she accepted his lips.
His tongue slipped into her lips, and Miho twisted her body, but the boiling teapot in her hand acted like handcuffs, restricting her movements.
Any rash movement would inevitably cause the scalding water to splash out. And she couldn't put it down immediately. So his thin lips lingered on Miho's lips for quite a while.
Finally, he released Miho's hand holding the teapot. Ignoring the danger of splashing hot water, Miho hurriedly placed the teapot on the small stove. Just then, his hand forcefully wrapped around her white shirt and embraced her hips.
Because of her profession, she was stronger than the average woman, but Nachi's wrist strength was surprisingly strong. He kept kneading her buttocks and then, unruly, slid his hand down from her waist, reaching under the orange-red skirt.
Panting, Miho hurriedly pressed down the sides of her skirt. Because her back was pressed against the kitchen counter and her abdomen was blocked by Nachi's body, she had no room to turn around.
Nachi was also unable to roll up the skirt at will. So he released his hand that was holding her chin and moved it to the skirt.
"Ugh... Takazuka-kun..." Miho cried out to him as she exhaled. The skirt had been rolled up to her inner thighs.
"Not bad... Teacher..." Nachi whispered in her ear, panting.
"No, let go..."
"What... I like you... really!"
Nachi's sincere tone ignited a glimmer of hope in Miho's heart.
"Then let go!"
"No!"

Part 6 of the main text
"Please let go!" Miho repeated, trying to remain calm. Quickly, Miho pulled away from Nachi's body when he wasn't looking.
"Go home!"
"Why?" Nachi looked miserable, as if revealing anger.
"I'll pretend this never happened, so please go back." Miho said, trying to lower her increasingly loud voice.
"I don't want to go back."
"You can't do this."
Their eyes met, and Miho couldn't help but breathe heavily.
"In short... go back..." she said, shaking off Nachi's hand.
Just as she was about to escape, Nachi grabbed her wrist.
Perhaps if she relaxed now, the situation might change.
But Miho was also a little anxious. She involuntarily exerted force on her right wrist, so Nachi pulled her even harder.
"No... let go..."
She tried her best to twist Nachi's hands away, but in the blink of an eye, Nachi grabbed Miho's waist as she tried to escape.
"Wait!" Nachi shouted, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Caught off guard by the sudden embrace from behind, Miho's body lurched towards a fall. "Ah..." Miho's body slumped against Nachi, and she cried out. In that

moment of surprise, Nachi rolled up her skirt again. This time, he grabbed her thighs even more ruthlessly, exposing her buttocks. Her thighs, clad in pantyhose, encased her round buttocks, which were quite alluring. Nachi pulled Miho's hands behind her back, hugged her upper body even tighter, and pulled down her stockings and pantyhose together. "Ah..." Miho was stunned as her buttocks were suddenly exposed. Being raped is no laughing matter. Rather than trying to preserve her virginity, protecting her own life is the most important thing—that's what she thought. But in just a few minutes, her lower body was stripped naked. And her breathing became very rapid. She had unknowingly exhausted most of her strength. Perhaps it was the tension brought on by excessive fear that had almost drained her energy. And Naji, who was straddling her, deftly removed the belt from her pants and unzipped them. "Ugh...no..." Miho began to cry for help, but even so, she could not get help from the neighbors. Because one side of her house faced the road, and the other side was right next to the Takatsuka family's yard. But perhaps Naji would stop because she was screaming. Just as she was shouting for help, a belt was wrapped around her throat, two or three times from the throat upwards, and Miho's face was tilted upwards. "Cough...cough..." Miho suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, and she coughed with tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands were bound with a belt. At this moment, Naji took off his underwear and slid his erect penis between Miho's legs. " Eh!" The burning heat and hardness made Miho's vision go dark. She was still coughing slightly, and she braced her hands on the edge of the bed, but Naji's legs were tightly clamped between her left thighs. Normally she would definitely resist, but in this position, she was powerless to resist. "Ugh..." The tip of the fiery penis touched her buttocks, and Miho cried out in a muffled voice, moving her body forward. Fortunately, the position was wrong, and Naji touched the area near her anus. Because he was too anxious, Naji couldn't find the entrance. The penis hit the wall a second and third time, and Miho's body kept moving forward. "Ugh..." She bumped her head against something; it was the food cabinet, and there was nowhere left to move it. Naji took three fingers of her right hand, stuck them in her mouth, coated them with saliva, and smeared them between her plump, fleshy thighs. "Ah..." The sticky sensation made Miho shiver. Naji touched his penis again, this time finding the entrance. Miho was very anxious, frantically twisting her waist, which inadvertently revealed the correct location to Naji. He tightly hugged her waist, which was wrapped around her rolled-up skirt, and thrust his powerful penis in. "Oh!" Miho cried out, her head, bound by a belt, twisted in an instant. The fiery penis brutally penetrated her vagina, the pain as intense as when she lost her hymen assaulted her body. The young man's beastly lust was uncontrollable. He thrust wildly, and with the body of his deeply admired female teacher, his excitement only intensified. ( Part 9 of the text) His penis, already halfway inserted, suddenly felt as if the tip had touched her cervix due to Naji's exertion. Miho felt an intense, steel-like discomfort, and even her throat felt tight. Miho's back arched, and Naji began to twist his waist.

In nine years of marriage, she had never accepted a male body other than her husband, yet this was violated and ravaged by her student, who lived next door. Her chastity as a wife was trampled upon in this way, and the sudden blow left her speechless with grief.
At that moment, the young man embraced her shoulders, brushed her hair aside, and, panting, vigorously thrust his penis.
For him, he had never experienced such ecstasy. He felt that Miho's body was as soft and sweet as her round, full buttocks.
He had slept with two high school girls so far, but this time felt different. Although her vagina wasn't lubricated, her body was so warm and slippery. It was a subtle touch he had never felt before.
And that wasn't all. The hair that partially covered her face exuded a captivating scent unlike any other high school girl's—a fragrance born from expensive perfume and an air of elegance and maturity.
As the penis moved in and out, every cell in Naji's body felt a surge of joy and excitement, as if he were about to leap up. He began to swing his waist more vigorously—no, it should be said that his penis had reached its peak.
Naji groaned loudly, and those fair and beautiful breasts looked so provocative, as if they were about to melt him.
Naji suddenly hugged Mei Sui's back tightly, and then his whole body convulsed as he ejaculated. While indulging in his fiery desire, he twisted his waist forward two or three times, and finally, as if he had exhausted all his energy, he lowered his head to Mei Sui's back, and his body also clung tightly to her.
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Soon Naji slowly pulled his penis out. Although he had just ejaculated, he found it incredibly alluring to be lying face down on the female teacher's fair buttocks and the skin between her mature thighs.
Naji pulled his underwear and white pantyhose down to his ankles and took them off completely. Then he put it in the pocket of his sports shirt, turned Miho's shoulders so that her face was facing him, and kissed her.
"I like you... teacher..."
Nachi pressed his lips to hers again, and Miho, who had relaxed, couldn't help but frown and close her eyes tightly.

Part 10 of the main text
Nachi kissed Miho's lips heavily. Under normal circumstances, a man's reaction after ejaculation would become calm. But for a young and vigorous high school student, after releasing his first burst of energy, he calmly began to savor the body of this beautiful female teacher.
Nachi's tongue stirred inside his lips, even playing with Miho's motionless tongue. Then he tried to use the tongue techniques he had learned from books, but he always felt that his movements were too clumsy.
So Nachi raised his head, stared at Miho carefully, and then pressed his lips to hers again. He pulled her white shirt out from under her rolled-up skirt, all the way down to her armpits. Her fair and tender breasts were suddenly exposed.
Nachi eagerly reached out and grasped the high, firm breast. He seemed to be testing its elasticity, staring at Miho's face as he rubbed it two or three times.
"So big…is it an E-cup?"
Among the male students at school, the size of Miho's breasts was always a topic of endless discussion.
"Can I look?"
Miho turned her face away and closed her eyes. Unexpectedly, tears welled up.
He had raped her first, yet he was asking her such questions; she felt he was a truly despicable child, and at the same time, she felt immense shame for being violated by such a boy.
Nachi's fingers touched the pubic hair below.
"No…" Miho began to stop Nachi's hand.
"Let go…teacher…" Nachi stared at Miho in a threatening tone.
"If you don't let go, I won't go back."
Miho reluctantly released her hand. Actually, if Nakajo returned now, both of them would be in trouble, not just her. But the young man's reckless actions terrified Miho.
"I want to see the teacher's breasts."

(Part 11)
Nachi pushed the bra cups upwards.
"Ah!"
Miho reflexively covered her chest with both hands. Without a word, Nachi pushed her hands away, and in those few seconds, two large breasts came into view. They looked so full and mature, and the nipples had a delicate pink hue.
Nachi's throat gurgled, and at the same time, his hands tightly grasped both breasts. Nachi's large hands couldn't even cover those two protruding peaks, and Nachi pushed the breasts upwards again, appearing extremely happy, just constantly kneading them.
Nachi hadn't been able to do this so freely until now. Moreover, the bust size and fullness of a high school student couldn't compare to Miho's. No matter how he kneaded them, he always felt as if it wouldn't damage them, wouldn't hurt them, and wouldn't be rejected. Nachi felt a kind of unrestrained pleasure, being able to so thoroughly arouse a man's sexual desire. Nachi felt this feeling deeply for the first time.
He took the nipple into his mouth, following the rounded areola at its tip. He brought his lips to it, sucking and making sounds, his tongue swirling around the nipple.
Miho's hand hung limply on Nachi's wrist. She slightly opened her eyes, but quickly frowned. Her body, accustomed to her husband's caresses for the past nine years, seemed to feel a mixture of fear and novelty at the touch of another man.
After licking the left breast, his tongue moved to the right nipple, sucking incessantly from the tip to the entire areola, then down to the area below. Nachi's tongue never stopped. He
caressed the breasts with the enthusiasm of a young child playing with a new toy. In truth, for Nachi, the female body was indeed a novelty, arguably the most attractive and alluring thing in the world at that moment.
For Miho, this was an experience she had never had before. Even now, her husband, Nakajo, still loved her deeply, for which she was grateful, but it couldn't compare to the persistence and passion of Nachi.
Nachi slightly raised his head, his areolas and nipples covered in sticky saliva. Yet, he remained intensely interested in Miho's breasts, finding them irresistibly alluring with each suckle; his youthful desire was becoming increasingly aroused.
Nachi's right hand lifted her left leg, his burning penis once again touching her bare lower abdomen.
For a moment, Miho froze. Hadn't he just ejaculated? At least Nakajo wouldn't recover so quickly. Perhaps recently, Nakajo had been focused on work, ejaculating only two or three times a month. And the energy of young men was so boundless; Miho had only just realized this.
She couldn't let him succeed a second time. Once could be excused as unintentional, but a second time was unforgivable. And if there was a second time, there would definitely be a third.
"No... Takazuka-kun..." Miho used both hands to stop Nachi's movements.

Part 12 of the main text
"If you don't let go, I won't go back."
"Please... stop messing around." Miho pleaded, looking at Nachi.
"If you don't let me do it again, I'll tell Mr. Nakajo that I had sex with the teacher today."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Really, the teacher's body is really amazing, I mean it."
"..."
If Nachi were an adult, there wouldn't be any problem, but the problem was that he was usually the kind of person whose emotions fluctuated, which deepened Miho's unease.
"What's the difference between having sex once or twice? If you let me do it again, I promise I won't tell anyone, or should we make today's events public?"
"No...no...absolutely not..."
Miho cried out. Even if Nakajo knew the truth, there probably wouldn't be any solution, right?
Knowing Nakajo's personality, he certainly wouldn't dare to take any revenge on Takazuka's son, who was like a benefactor to him. The result would probably only be the two of them crying in each other's arms. That's why this matter had to be kept secret no matter what.
"Then...let go...let me have sex with you."
Miho sighed deeply. If she didn't let go now, Nachi would probably force himself on her. She hadn't refused the first time, so she probably wouldn't be able to resist the second time. Miho felt so tired now. She felt like this nightmare had lasted for a century.
"Then it's a deal, this is the last time, okay?"
"I know..."

Nachi
couldn't wait any longer and pushed Miho's hands away.
"Definitely!" Saying that, Nachi's penis began to penetrate her.
"Ugh...ugh..." He began thrusting at her genitals.
"Ah..."
He thrust at the entrance of her vagina from different angles, making the impact very strong.
Miho kept her eyes tightly closed, relaxing her body. Perhaps this would reduce some of the pain.
Naji released his left leg, put his hands under Miho's armpits, and pressed against her lower abdomen, carefully looking at Miho's face.
The first time, he was too hasty and finished in a daze. But now he clearly felt that he was indeed holding Miho's body and making love with the female teacher he had admired for so long. And the female body was so beautiful and sweet, he truly realized it now.
"So good...teacher..."
Naji propped himself up on his elbows and brought his lips close to hers in ecstasy. To prevent Miho from pulling away again, he quickly pressed her hands down and pressed his lips heavily against hers, ignoring Miho's tightly closed lips, and put his tongue into her mouth.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and began to slowly sway his hips.
His penis, full of youthful strength and heat, thrust vigorously in and out of her vagina, the tip seemingly touching her cervix. Each thrust, accompanied by her vaginal fluids, produced a sound. Hearing this, Miho's unease intensified.
Despite her heightened emotions, Miho kept her brows tightly closed, her nails digging into the sheets in a struggle.
His movements grew more intense, like a vigorous ejaculation. He couldn't help but groan, like a mad beast. He began to thrust vigorously, his fiery penis attacking fiercely, a wonderful sensation traveling from his lower limbs all the way to his genitals. Perhaps due to the passion of their first time, he didn't ejaculate immediately, but instead thrust even more vigorously.
Finally, it was over—Miho breathed a sigh of relief.

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