Unexpected

January in Tokyo is still quite cold. Even in the afternoon, most pedestrians on the street are bundled up in trench coats and scarves, but this isn't everyone's attire. Take, for example, the girl running towards the intersection.

She was a beautiful, youthful girl, her white sailor uniform tightly hugging her shapely figure. Her beautiful breasts swayed with each step, bouncing like a cute rabbit.

Beneath her pleated skirt, her long, straight legs crossed as she walked. A gentle breeze blew, causing the skirt to flutter slightly, occasionally revealing her snow-white thighs and glimpses of white.

Japan's sex industry is renowned, often called the "Hollywood of the East," with various erotic establishments filling the streets of this bustling city. Such scenes are commonplace in Ginza, but this was a political district. The people walking on this street were usually white-collar workers, and there were no high schools nearby, so the sudden appearance of a girl in a sailor uniform was rather unusual.

The girl seemed to be in a hurry, frequently glancing at her watch as she ran. Fine beads of sweat clung to her round face as she ran, attracting the attention of passersby. She turned the corner and dashed into a coffee shop.

Almost as soon as the wind chimes rang, a crisp female voice called out.

"Ami, you're late!" A brightly dressed woman, slightly annoyed, said to the beautiful girl rushing in from the first seat on the right.

"Sorry, Nagano-senpai, I overslept," the girl explained, sticking out her tongue sheepishly.

"Alright, I told you, after graduation, you don't need to call me senpai anymore," the woman named Nagano said, pushing up her glasses with her right hand, putting down her newspaper, and smiling.

"Oh," Ami said ingratiatingly, "Then I'll call you Minako-neechan." "You little rascal, it must be cold outside, come sit down," Minako said with a laugh. "Why didn't you wear more clothes?" "But... I don't feel cold." Ami wiped the sweat from her brow and plopped down next to Minako.

Nagano Minako gave her a helpless look, gestured to the waiter, and had Ami bring a cup of Blue Mountain coffee.

"Wow, senior... oh, no, Minako-neechan, the coffee here is so expensive! You're so rich!" Ami glanced at the price list on the wall and stuck out her tongue enviously.

"It's alright. By the way, Ami, are you interested in a part-time job?" Minako remained noncommittal about Ami's praise.

"Huh?"

"I have a part-time job here, as a tutor. Ami, are you interested? It'll be a lot of money every month.

" Minako smoothed her long hair and said casually.

"Huh? But I'm only a first-year student! Can I really teach others?" Ami asked nervously.

"Don't worry about that. The family's child is a middle school student. Ami's grades are so good at school, it'll definitely be fine." Minako explained unhurriedly.

"But..." Ami still seemed a little hesitant.

"Ami, look, all these pretty clothes I'm wearing were bought with money I earned from part-time jobs. Now that I've found a proper job, I'm introducing you to it. It's a great opportunity." "Really? Although I don't know if I can handle it, Ami will definitely try her best." Ami struck a determined pose, waving her little fist as she spoke.

"That's good. Here's the address and phone number. You can contact them yourself." Minako opened her small bag, took out a card, and handed it to Ami.

"Thank you, Minako-neechan." Ami thanked her sweetly, her gaze suddenly focusing on the small bag, her eyes sparkling. "Wow, Minako-neechan, I've seen this bag before. It's so expensive! It makes you look so feminine. Your boyfriend must have given it to you." "Nonsense." Minako blushed and said, "Ami is the one who's gotten prettier. I've gotten old." "Hehe, I'm so sorry, sis." Ami smiled slyly.

"No way..."

The afternoon passed quietly amidst the laughter of the two girls.

The next morning, Ami found the house according to the address on the card.

It was a luxurious villa area in northwest Tokyo, inhabited by the wealthy and powerful.

With a mix of excitement and nervousness, Ami knocked on one of the doors. After explaining her purpose, she was quickly led into the house by a dignified middle-aged man.

Unlike typical villas, this one didn't seem to employ maids, but judging from the cleanliness of the living room, it likely had a cleaning lady.

The middle-aged man led Ami in and silently sat down on the sofa.

Ami quickly handed him her resume.

"Toyama Ami?" The tall, stern-faced middle-aged man, with short, side-parted hair, held Ami's resume, his small eyes scanning her body with suspicion.

"Yes...yes...Nagano-senpai recommended me," Ami said somewhat fearfully. For some reason, she felt there was a hint of coldness in the middle-aged man's narrowed eyes.

"Oh, so it was Ms. Nagano who introduced you. That's good. I've worked with Ms. Nagano for a while before, and our cooperation went very well. I trust the people she introduces. So, I'll leave everything to Ms. Toyama." Hearing Nagano's name, the middle-aged man seemed relieved. He put down Ami's resume, stood up, and bowed slightly.

"You flatter me. You're too kind." Ami was startled and quickly stood up as well, bowing deeply. "Please take care of me." When Ami entered, she noticed that the family's home was very luxurious, indicating they were quite wealthy. The middle-aged man exuded an air of competence, and judging from his tone and demeanor, he was clearly someone who had been giving orders for years. Now, he was being so polite to her. Ami was very pleased, and her goodwill towards the middle-aged man naturally increased. Her earlier doubts were immediately forgotten.

"I am Uesugi Kazumi. This is my son, Kenjiro. I'll leave his studies in your care, Miss Toyama." The middle-aged man called out, and a short boy emerged from the corner. He hung his head, looking rather sullen.

"Please rest assured, I will do my best," Ami quickly replied. She approached the boy and gave him a friendly smile, saying, "Kenjiro, please take good care of him too." However, the boy didn't seem to appreciate it. He muttered something under his breath and turned to go upstairs. Ami was left standing there, unsure whether to go in or leave.

"Um... my son was rude, I'm very sorry," Uesugi Kazumi said, looking quite embarrassed.

"It's alright," Ami quickly replied.

"Sigh, this child has been without a mother since he was little, and I'm often away working so I can't take good care of him. There's no one else in the family, which has resulted in him being rather withdrawn. I'll have to trouble you, Miss Toyama," Uesugi Kazumi sighed.

"Please rest assured. I will definitely do my best." Ami placed her hands together, palms stacked, on her knees, and gave a very formal bow. "Then, I'll begin my work." "I'll leave everything to you." Parttwo

Ukiyo-e. "Headache, headache." Ami rubbed her head and sighed, which was unusual for her. In front of her were several books on education, psychology, and other topics, but judging from Ami's troubled expression, none of them seemed to be of any use.

Two weeks have passed since Ami started tutoring the Uesugi family, and with the holidays fast approaching, her relationship with her student hasn't improved at all. Uesugi Kenjiro, this second-year middle school student, should be carefree at this age, but he always has a gloomy face, seemingly indifferent to everything, and his gaze towards Ami is chilling, always containing something frightening. Ami, already a mediocre student, is further unsettled by this gaze, barely uttering a word outside of teaching. In this state, improving his grades is naturally just a dream.

The Uesugi family offers a generous salary, but Ami is increasingly uneasy. Although she's usually carefree, she's a very serious person at heart, always feeling that taking the money but not doing her job well is a betrayal of Mr. Uesugi's trust. Recently, she's deliberately extended the class time to give herself more opportunities to interact with Kenjiro, but the effect isn't good; she might not answer even one out of ten questions.

"Phew, forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore." Ami threw down her book, rolled onto her small bed, stretched out her arms, and gave a comfortable yawn. Her alluring body, wrapped in a pink nightgown, arched into a bow shape, adding to her seductive charm.

Although only 19 years old, the beautiful girl's every move was like a ripe peach, enticing gardeners to pick it. Even after changing out of her alluring sailor uniform, she couldn't stop the naked lustful gazes of passersby. On the subway, she often encountered perverts. Even though it was just physical contact, it was enough to make the inexperienced Ami blush, her heart race, and her body go weak.

"How annoying, they always stare at my breasts." Ami thought to herself, blushing as she reached out and touched them. "They seem to have gotten a little bigger." The cute girl muttered to herself.

Today, on the bus, Ami also encountered a pervert. Not only was her thigh touched, but her breasts were also pinched a few times. As she blushed, the beautiful girl's mind involuntarily recalled the scene.

The rough, large hand caressing her thigh, the burning sensation of the contact, then the entire palm pressing against her, slipping inside her skirt, touching her genitals. Ami unconsciously imagined being violated by a strange man, her face flushed, her breathing quickening.

Night had fallen, and Tokyo, bustling all day, slowly quieted down. In a simple little apartment on the outskirts of the city, a pretty young girl, wearing pink pajamas, lay sprawled on a small bed, clutching a fluffy toy doll.

The girl, her eyes half-closed and face rosy, secretly pulled down her pajama bottoms a little with her small, jade-like hand, slipping it inside her white panties. As her fingers slowly moved within the white panties, her legs began to rub together, and a faint moan escaped her cute little nose… The next day, the refreshed girl, carrying several books, began her new day's work. Perhaps for some unknown reason, she seemed full of energy, her radiant smile even momentarily surprising the usually aloof Kenshin.

Today was a day of change.

Although this change wasn't in teaching.

The lessons had been finished long ago, and several exercise books lay open on the table in front of Kenshin, where he was intently wielding a pencil. Of course, he wasn't doing exercises, but rather doodling. The blank exercise books were filled with all sorts of strange drawings. Ami had noticed them before, but no matter how she looked at them, she couldn't figure out what they were, and eventually gave up.

Seeing Kenjiro's sullen expression, Ami sighed again. She felt that Kenjiro wasn't unintelligent, but rather that his energy seemed completely unfocused on his studies. Ami, a half-baked teacher, was naturally helpless with a student like this.

After class, Ami tried to talk to Kenjiro about various topics as planned, but he remained indifferent, his face expressionless and stiff. When pressed, he would only give a curt "hmm," leaving the girl, aspiring to be a good teacher, feeling utterly frustrated.

"Oh well, no rush, there's still time," Ami sighed, trying to reassure herself, and turned to look at the books on the bookshelf in her room. Like all middle school students, the bookshelf was almost entirely filled with comics, mostly shonen manga. Ami shook her head slightly; she had never been interested in that kind of thing.

Having been focused on teaching, Ami had never really looked at what books were on her bookshelf. Since she had nothing else to do today, she might as well take a look. With that thought, Ami walked over and began browsing casually. Soon, her gaze settled on a book she had never seen before.

Calling it a book wasn't quite accurate; it was a beautifully packaged booklet with a tightly woven cover bearing the three large characters "Ukiyo-e" (1).

"This… what a beautiful book," Ami sighed softly. She had never seen such exquisitely packaged books before.

"It seems inappropriate to just open it, but…" Ami glanced at Kenjiro, who was still engrossed in his "creation," and thought to herself.

The words "Ukiyo-e" seemed to possess a kind of magic. Like a child secretly doing something naughty, Ami quickly reached out and pulled the booklet behind her back. The beautiful girl suppressed her pounding heart while quickly glancing at Kenjiro.

"Looks like he didn't notice." Seeing that Kenjiro didn't react, Ami breathed a sigh of relief. She turned and sat on the bed, secretly opening the booklet.

"Ah...this is..." Ami exclaimed softly, quickly covering her mouth with her small hand, her eyes half-closed, her pretty face flushed.

The first page of the booklet was an exterior scene, which, judging from its shape, should be a building from the Edo period of Japan, with the words "terakoya" (2) engraved on it.

The door of the building was open, and on the platform inside stood a girl who was no more than 15 or 16 years old, wearing a furisode wufu with a red small floral pattern and embroidered large floral pattern (3). The girl's body was turned away from the picture, but her head was turned around, her face was soft, and she smiled charmingly, which was extremely moving. It should be said that it was a very excellent picture of a beautiful woman looking back.

Is that all? Of course not!

The girl's hands were twisted behind her back and folded together. A black hemp rope hung down from the roof beam, binding the girl's hands tightly. The black rope, like a snake, wrapped around the girl's body, tightly binding this moving prey. Surprisingly, these rampaging ropes didn't detract from the painting's beauty; instead, they added a seductive aura.

"So beautiful..." Ami sighed softly, her eyes glazed, suppressing a slight sense of shame as she turned to the second page.

It was the same girl, now lying face up on a wooden table, her hands bound behind her back. Black snakes clung to her body, binding her long, smooth legs to the table legs. Her blouse

was pulled up and tied around her waist, almost completely exposing her long legs.

The scene was incredibly realistic; Ami could almost see a sliver of black at the base of her thighs.

"I'm not...I'm not wearing underwear..." Ami blushed, trembling as she turned to the third page.

The girl was kneeling on her side, her hands bound behind her back, her blouse pulled up and tied around her waist, revealing her snow-white buttocks. The upper garment of her Wu dress was spread open to the sides, revealing her bare, fair breasts. Ropes bound her breasts tightly in a figure-eight pattern, her engorged nipples turning purplish-red. Fine beads of sweat covered her delicate face. Bound in this almost cruel way, her expression showed no disgust, but rather a deep ecstasy.

"Ah...so amazing..."

On the fourth page, the girl was completely naked, suspended in the air by ropes hanging from the rafters in a four-legged position. A man with a blurred face stood before her, his penis extended for her to suck. The girl in the painting had seductive eyes, her cute cheeks slightly sunken, as she swallowed half of the penis. The scene was perfectly natural and lifelike.

"Teacher, these are beautiful, aren't they ? " In her daze, Ami vaguely heard Kenjiro's cold voice behind her. **********

... Suddenly discovered by her student, the cold voice struck Ami like a hammer blow to the head, plunging her into a state of extreme dizziness. When she recovered, she found herself pinned to the chair where Kenji had been sitting. Her hands were pulled behind the chair and tied together with rope. Her legs were placed sideways on the cushion, her thighs and calves bound together in an "M" shape. Her short skirt had been removed, exposing the beautiful girl's cute white panties to a boy even younger than her. "It's wet here, what is it?" Kenji reached out and touched a wet spot on the white panties, mockingly. "No...don't do this..." Ami turned her head away, unable to meet Kenji's gaze. "Just a touch. And it gets wet, teacher is so lecherous." Kenji's fingers, like a proud general inspecting his troops, roamed back and forth between Ami's white panties. "No, that's not true." "How can a teacher lie? That would corrupt the students." "No..." "Let me see your pussy." Kenjiro squatted down, grabbed the sides of the girl's white panties, twisted them into a rope, and pulled them up, the bottom of which sank deep into the girl's honey hole. "No...stop." The immense humiliation made Ami struggle, and because she was tightly bound, it looked incredibly alluring. Kenjiro pushed the panties aside, revealing the girl's most private parts. Beneath the slightly parted labia, like flower petals, were pink flesh walls. "Such a beautiful color. You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Kenjiro exclaimed. "Ugh...that's too much." "Even if you don't say it, I know." A strange smile appeared on Kenjiro's cold face. He reached out and pressed his hand against the girl's soft labia, carefully parting the petals like an old gardener. The girl's tender genitals were pried open with his fingers, revealing the tender red entrance. The pink flesh seemed to be slowly undulating. "So cute." Kenjiro's expression was one of intoxication. His fingers continued their work, carefully parting the tender flesh and playing with the adorable little pearl in the center. Under his skillful touch, the little pearl was slowly swelling. "No...don't touch it." Ami shook her head violently. Her delicate body trembled in waves. Kenjiro lowered his body again, sticking out his tongue to lick the beautiful girl's private parts. His crimson tongue, like a viper's forked tongue, stirred and swirled inside Ami's flesh, the pink flesh walls being visited again and again. The beautiful girl's body shuddered violently, twisting and struggling desperately. "Feels good, doesn't it, teacher?" Kenjiro raised his head, letting Ami see the glistening saliva on his tongue, and then swallowed it. "Spare me..." "No, teacher's nectar tastes good, I want to drink more." Kenjiro said coldly. His mouth was close to her vulva, making a slurping sound. "Ah..." the beautiful girl groaned helplessly. The pleasure slowly reached its peak. Kenjiro seized the opportunity, opened his mouth, and gently bit the girl's protruding clitoris. "Ah! I hate it... I hate it! Don't move... Something's coming out, something's coming out. Ahhhhhh!" the beautiful girl screamed loudly, her body, tightly bound by ropes, jumped up, her two thighs, bound together in an "M" shape, spread to their limit, her pink petals slightly open, and a stream of golden fluid shot out, drawing a round arc in mid-air before scattering on the ground. "So even teachers can urinate incontinent." Kenjiro stepped aside and mocked. "..." Ami's head drooped in front of her chest, without any reaction. "She fainted already, seems more sensitive than I thought." Kenjiro gently stroked the beautiful girl's thighs, smeared the yellow urine mixed with her juices on his hands, pried open Ami's mouth, and stirred it inside. His originally lifeless face revealed a rare, fanatical expression. "Oh? It's already started?" Just as Kenjiro was about to unbutton the beautiful girl's top, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and Uesugi Kazuki, shirtless and wearing only black underwear, walked in. A bulge was clearly visible at the front of the underwear . The father and son's cold, unsettling eyes seemed to burn with the same flame. It was the flame of a demon. Uesugi Kazuki walked to the beautiful girl's side. "Carry her to the living room and wake her up. I'm going to prepare for the show. Honestly, if I'd known it was this sensitive, I should have done it a week ago." Uesugi Kazuki squatted down, patted Ami's cheek, and said to Kenjiro. "I know," Kenjiro Uesugi said coldly. Kenjiro untied the ropes binding Ami. He squatted down, lifted one of the girl's hands behind his neck, wrapped one arm around her smooth back, and lifted her snowy buttocks with the other, easily picking her up and following Uesugi Kazuki out. If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a small boy could possess such strength. The once solemn and dignified living room had been transformed. The furniture in the center had been moved, and a white cushion had been laid out, surrounded by various bizarre and masochistic sex toys. Uesugi Kenji was standing to the side, adjusting a camera. Not only was she about to be raped, but the entire incident would be recorded, and Ami's fate seemed utterly terrifying. Uesugi Kenji threw the still unconscious girl onto the cushion, took out a pair of black leather handcuffs from the toys beside it, stretched the girl's hands behind her back, and handcuffed them at the wrists. Then he ripped off Ami's uniform and removed her pink bra. Her full breasts, freed from restraint, immediately sprang out, trembling. Kenji coldly glanced at them, grinned slightly, revealing a set of white teeth, like a predatory beast. After adjusting the machine, Uesugi Kazuki gave Kenjiro a wink, climbed onto the cushion, and grabbed Ami's breasts, kneading them wantonly. Uesugi Kazuki's two large hands kneaded Ami's full breasts, shaping them into various forms, constantly pressing, pinching, squeezing, and rubbing the beautiful girl's snow-white breasts. The pain from her breasts slowly roused the girl. The once dignified and polite Mr. Uesugi had suddenly transformed into a ravenous beast, completely disrupting Ami's thinking, leaving her dazed after opening her eyes, letting Uesugi Kazuki's large hands roam freely over her skin.

The beautiful girl's curvaceous body was covered in sweat, her flawless white skin like a lotus in clear water. Her smooth, fair flesh exuded a captivating youthful aura, and the girl's virgin scent wafted into Uesugi Kazuki's nostrils. He took a deep breath, a look of pure enjoyment on his face.

His hand gradually moved down, tracing over Ami's smooth, mirror-like abdomen, and then probing between the girl's round, smooth thighs.

The stimulation from her lower body finally brought Ami back to her senses.

"Stop...stop...uh..." the beautiful girl begged, regaining her senses.

"Little Ami, be good, or you'll suffer." Uesugi Kazuki used his knee to spread Ami's legs, ripped off the last piece of clothing covering her body—her white panties—and pressed his engorged penis against the tender bud of her virginity, slowly rubbing it along the crevice.

"No...please spare me..."

"No way, little Ami is so cute. From the first day I saw you, Uncle has wanted to fuck you. Let Uncle's big cock shove into little Ami's tender hole and fill her womb to the brim." Uesugi Kazumi's expression changed from serious to lewd as he said this.

Ami's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that these lewd words would come from Uesugi Kazumi's mouth, and so fluently.

"Ahhh...mmm...ah..." Kenjiro saw his father's look and casually pulled out a tape from the cabinet, put it in the player, and played a video on the living room TV to arouse her.

Ami was crooked. Although she couldn't see the picture, a series of lewd moans and groans kept entering her ears. The woman's moans and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh together formed waves of lust, crashing against Ami's mental dam.

Having completed his task, Uesugi Kenjiro approached Ami. He was now completely naked, his short frame revealing a muscular physique. His erect penis was thick and long, the purplish-black glans trembling like a monstrous beast's shaft, utterly terrifying.

"No! No... Mr. Uesugi, please let me go... I swear, I will never tell anyone about what happened today," Ami pleaded, seemingly terrified by Kenjiro's size.

"No way. From today onwards, little Ami will be living here. Don't be afraid, Uncle will pamper you every day," Uesugi Kazuki said mockingly.

"No... no... If... if I don't go back, my family will call the police." "Hahahaha, little Ami is so cute. Your family? You mean your family in that little fishing village without even a telephone?" Uesugi Kazuki laughed loudly.

This little beauty was so naive and adorable. Couldn't she use her brain? Since she was the chosen prey, her background had already been thoroughly investigated. Just to be on the safe side, she was kept here for two weeks until everything was arranged before this scene unfolded.

"...Right...right...Nagano-senpai knows I'm here, if...if..." "If what? Doesn't Ami find it strange that I haven't seen your Nagano-san lately?" Uesugi Kazumi reached out and played with Ami's breasts, saying, "Very nice breasts, although not as big as Nagano-san's, but they're firm and feel great." "Nagano-senpai...you...you..." "Ami, come and watch TV, the program on there is very interesting." Uesugi Kazumi lifted Ami's waist and pulled her onto her lap, so that Ami could finally see the TV screen.

"Ah! Nagano-senpai!" Ami exclaimed when she saw the woman's face on the TV.

The screen showed a naked woman being held in the arms of a thin old man, her hands were pulled behind her back and handcuffed, and her legs were spread open and wrapped around the old man's waist. The old man held the woman's snow-white buttocks, his dark penis thrusting rapidly inside her, creating a series of wet sounds.

The woman tilted her head back, her face flushed with lust, her eyes rolled back, being fucked to the point of death by the old man on the screen, only able to unconsciously moan.

Although it was completely different from Nagano Minako's usual cold and aloof image, the woman on the screen was undoubtedly Nagano Minako.

"Nagano-senpai..." Tears welled up in Ami's clear, beautiful eyes. She hadn't expected that this woman, moaning like the lowest prostitute, was actually Nagano-senpai, whom she had always admired.

"Miss Nagano didn't tell you what I run, did she? But it doesn't matter, little Ami is so pretty, she'll definitely be the top girl at the club. When you're stripped naked and being fucked by men with Miss Nagano, remember to ask her." Uesugi Kazumi laid Ami's body flat, preparing for a surprise attack.

"Why...why..." Ami murmured, her eyes vacant.

"Why? Of course, it's for money! What do you think Miss Nagano got all that for? Actually, you should be grateful. Among all the nightclub owners these days, I'm one of the more conscientious ones. I pay my staff enough to ensure they have adequate financial security when they sell their bodies." It was strange that a boss who organized a sex trade would so confidently claim to be conscientious, but upon reflection, it seemed to make some sense.

Ami remained silent.

"Little Ami, Uncle knows you need money. As long as you listen to Uncle obediently, Uncle can give you a lot of money every month. Then, your parents' lives will improve. They've worked so hard to send you to school, they haven't even had a decent meal yet. You need to know, for a little girl like you with no connections, it's impossible to live in Tokyo without relying on your looks and body to earn enough money." "..." Ami Toyama was born in a small fishing village 300 kilometers away from Tokyo. Her parents were honest fishermen. For Ami, being able to get into a school in Tokyo and experience a big city was like a dream.

She always remembered the joy on her parents' faces when she got into a school in Tokyo, and she remembered the long shadows of her parents on the horizon when she left home.

Uesugi Kazuki's words had a great impact on Ami. Ami had always felt a deep sense of guilt towards her parents. They had suffered a lot to send her to school, and the family was extremely poor. Because they were fishermen, their parents always smelled of fish and suffered the scorn of their neighbors. To prevent her from being looked down upon when she grew up, her parents never let her do such work… Thinking about this, Ami's eyes welled up with tears. If she had the chance to repay them, perhaps… Before she could even choke back a sob, tears streamed down her face.

Uesugi Kazuki, already a master of manipulation, noticed Ami's changing expression and knew his words had worked. Without hesitation, he laid the beautiful girl in his arms flat on the mat, supporting her rounded thighs with both hands, pressing his erect penis against her tender vulva, and slowly lowered his waist.

"Ah! Ya…"

The beautiful girl's legs involuntarily wrapped around the man's waist. Her snow-white, round buttocks twisted, seemingly trying to escape the pain. At their point of union, the man's dark glans had already entered the girl's tender genitals, slowly advancing little by little.

The girl's face was deathly pale, her delicate features slightly distorted by pain, her eyes red, and her small nose glistening with sweat. Her rosy lips were tightly clenched, her expression a mixture of sadness and relief.

Uesugi Kazuki, having slept with many virgins, knew this was not the time to proceed. He groaned, bracing himself on the mat, and slowly withdrew his penis from the girl's tight passage. His glistening glans was covered in bright red virgin blood. Drops of blood flowed from her vulva, dotting the white mat like blooming flowers, a beautiful sight from afar.

Uesugi Kazuki carefully observed the bleeding, pleased to find it minimal. Virgins like this could withstand prolonged penetration after losing their virginity, a result that greatly pleased him.

The monstrous penis once again invaded the girl's petals. After the initial thirst, the girl's flower path gradually became moist. Uesugi Kenji groaned comfortably, and his movements began to quicken. The thrusting of the penis became smoother and smoother. From the outside, one could see the bulging veins of the shaft appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The beautiful girl's eyes were half-closed, her lovely eyelashes fluttering slightly. Her originally pale face gradually became rosy, as if after the excruciating pain of losing her virginity, she was beginning to experience the pleasure of being a woman.

The tightly closed petals were forced open by the thick penis and slightly turned outwards. With the man's thrusting, a soft sound of water gradually came from the flower path, and Ami's snow-white buttocks swayed gently.

"You've already learned to wiggle your butt after just being penetrated. Teacher is so lewd," Uesugi Kenji mocked from the side.

Ami was startled and immediately controlled her body. She couldn't explain whether her earlier wiggling of her buttocks was to relieve the pain or to please. This feeling was completely foreign to a girl who had experienced such things.

Uesugi Kazuki glared at his son, knowing his words stemmed from dissatisfaction with his prolonged possession of the girl's body. He quickened his pace, his thick, dark penis pounding the girl's body in a nine-shallow-one-deep motion. After a series of thrusts, he pressed his body against the girl's delicate frame and ejaculated violently, depositing all his essence into Ami's womb.

Immediately afterward, Uesugi Kensuke eagerly took his place. He flipped Ami's body over, grasped her limp waist, and slowly inserted his massive, purplish-black penis.

Although short in stature, Kensuke's member seemed even larger than his father's, the enormous penis penetrating deep into the narrow opening, tightly enveloped by the smooth flesh.

Kensuke thrust rapidly, squeezing the girl's elastic, round buttocks, producing a series of "slap slap" sounds. Not only that, Kensuke lifted Ami's waist, first untying the leather shackles on her hands, making her support herself with her hands on the ground in a classic doggy-style position, making penetration easier. With his free hands, he slapped the girl's delicate, snowy buttocks with interest. Although he didn't use much force, after a few slaps, the girl's buttocks turned bright red.

Ami had already exhausted seven or eight tenths of her strength while struggling earlier, and after experiencing the pain of losing her virginity, she couldn't hold on in this position for long before her hands felt weak and her waist felt like it was about to break. With another thrust from Kenjiro, she slid weakly onto the mat.

Kenjiro cursed a few times, then flipped Ami onto her back, lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, continuing to thrust. The beautiful girl's eyes were half-closed, and she let out a low moan. With the rhythm of Kenjiro's thrusts, her lotus-root-like calves swayed gently, and her beautiful toes were pointed into a straight line.

After an unknown amount of time, Kenjiro howled and ejaculated, and Uesugi Kazuki, who had regained his energy, immediately took over. The father and son were talking loudly, but Ami couldn't hear them anymore. The film on TV had ended, but the camera was still faithfully recording... ************

[The End]

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