The teacher who was abused and played with

"Good morning, Ms. Date."

The students greeted Mariko Date with bright voices, and Mariko strode in as she answered.

Mariko Date was twenty-nine years old and had been a teacher for seven years. Last year, she had applied for a position as a physical education teacher at another high school, but she only transferred to Seirei Academy this spring.

She was petite, usually wore glasses, and her body was always fully covered by clothing, making her appear simple and unassuming. She

never wore makeup, not even lipstick often, and remained single. Behind her back, people often gossiped, saying that she was single because she disliked men excessively; such rumors were known throughout the school.

However, she had a relaxed and cheerful personality and was very enthusiastic towards her students. Her athletic ability was particularly outstanding, especially in gymnastics and martial arts.

Nestled in a lush, green environment, this newly established high school, founded just three years ago, boasts stunningly beautiful buildings. Other schools would likely need a generation to reach this level. Utilizing heat from the adjacent waste incineration plant, the school has a heated swimming pool and two gymnasiums.

Each classroom is equipped with a personal computer terminal and numerous monitors, allowing for complete monitoring of everything happening within the classroom, down to the smallest speck of litter. This cutting-edge equipment was donated through extensive fundraising efforts by the school's chairman. The campus

is beautiful, surrounded by green trees and almost excessively vast lawns.

A first-time visitor might mistake it for a school abroad. Rows of high-rise apartments and residential buildings stand tall, with parks and shopping centers behind them – all school amenities.

This is all thanks to the school's chairman, Shogo Kuroiwa, who provided the land free of charge from the outset and tirelessly raised funds for the school's construction.

The academy primarily admits students from wealthy families living in upscale residential areas. While there aren't many academically gifted and well-behaved students among them, the academy sets high standards for its teachers, aiming to gather only the elite. Therefore, Mariko felt proud when she learned her transfer application had been accepted by Seiryō Academy.

However, after the initial excitement of arriving at Seiryō Academy, she realized she had awakened to reality. While the academy was excellent, that was primarily about academics, excluding physical education. The academy's policy didn't prioritize physical education, which wasn't related to academic pressure, treating it as optional. Therefore, Mariko, as a physical education teacher, felt that working at Seiryō Academy wasn't significantly different from working at other high schools, as if nothing had changed.

Realizing this, Mariko wanted to change the situation. Today, upon entering the academy and arriving at the teachers' office, she saw Ms. Hayase Hiromi, who appeared uneasy.

Ms. Hiromi was one of Mariko's closest English teachers after Mariko started working at Seirei Academy. Today, she looked exhausted and her face was haggard. Mariko thought, "Nothing happened yesterday, just one night, yet she looks so haggard." Thinking this, Mariko quietly approached Hiromi and whispered, "Hiromi, what's wrong? Did something happen?" "Nothing happened, I'm just a little tired," Hiromi forced a smile, but Mariko noticed her red and swollen eyes and couldn't help but think, "Did you have a fight with your boyfriend yesterday?" Mariko knew that Sato Yuji, who was in charge of student life at the academy, had been pursuing Hiromi madly for two months. Hiromi had started to keep her distance from him, but she usually pretended to be nonchalant.

"Okay, I'll listen to her later." Mariko valued having a younger sister like Hiromi, even though she wasn't as beautiful as her and somewhat envied her beauty, and was also worried about her future status. But she also felt a protective instinct, believing only she could protect her beautiful younger sister, Hiromi. Therefore, she couldn't bear to see Hiromi showing any pain and felt she should do something.

Hiromi, while talking to Mariko, secretly observed her reactions, pretending to be calm as she slowly tidied her exercise books and textbooks on her desk. Suddenly, an envelope slipped out of Hiromi's textbook.

"Who put this in their textbook?" Hiromi wondered, but when she tore it open, her pretty face flushed crimson, her heart filled with shyness. Her hand holding the envelope trembled slightly. Because Mariko was nearby, she immediately stood up, grabbed the envelope, and staggered out of the teachers' office.

Mariko immediately understood what had happened and chased after her.

Hiromi ran quickly into the women's restroom, which was reserved for teachers. Mariko followed her in and heard Hiromi sobbing from a single stall. Mariko quickly knocked on the door and whispered,

"It's me, please open the door."

"No, no, please don't come in," Hiromi sobbed.

"If you don't open it, I'll break it down!" Mariko threatened.

The stall door opened slightly, and Hiromi was seen hunched over on the toilet, her hands tightly covering her face.

Mariko picked up an envelope that had fallen to her feet. Seeing no sender's name, she pulled out three photos. Mariko blushed instantly when she saw them.

It was a stack of lewd pornographic photos, the subject of which was none other than Hiromi Hayase, documenting her rape in the shower. Among the photos are images of Hiromi, bound hand and naked, being raped against the shower wall; another shows her on tiptoe, enduring the deep penetration of an unusually large penis into her glistening, wet vagina; the last image shows her after the rape, limp and exhausted on the floor, her naked, snow-white body lying prone, her extremely alluring and sweet expression testifying to her immense satisfaction and arousal.

In all these photos, Hiromi is completely naked, her facial expressions clearly visible. Her eyes are tightly bound with tape, partially obscuring her face, but it is unmistakably Hiromi Hayase.

Of course, there are also shots of the attacker's hands and feet, but the attacker's face is not clearly visible.

At this moment, when Mariko looked at the photos, Hiromi seemed to find emotional solace and began to sob uncontrollably.

Seeing the situation, Mariko thought that although they were in the teachers' restroom, Hiromi's crying would easily attract attention. So she took Hiromi's hand and led her to the empty infirmary, where Hiromi, whose crying was gradually subsiding, recounted what had happened. This account took about thirty minutes.

"How could such a thing happen? How could someone do this to a female teacher? I will never allow this to happen in the school," Mariko comforted Hiromi, clenching her fists.

"What should I do now? What should I do?" Hiromi cried again. The rape that had occurred in the shower had made her feel suicidal, and the obscene photos that had arrived today had plunged her into a vortex of chaos. She remembered that the negatives of the photos were in the hands of that person, who could make countless copies. She only had three copies now, but perhaps he had more.

And the fact that the envelope containing the photos was on her desk meant that this person had been to her office, which was even more chilling. Hiromi herself didn't know who had assaulted her. The entire academy might already know, which could cost her her job and make her lose all face.

"Did that person not say a word the whole time?" Mariko asked after listening to Hiromi's account.

"Yes, because he blindfolded me, I didn't see his face, and he hardly said a word the whole time." "So, what do you think were his characteristics?" Hiromi slowly stopped crying and described her impression of the attacker's physique and build.

"What you're saying is pointless." Mariko bit her lip, thinking. Hiromi then asked, "What if I didn't?" "We have to find a way to catch him."

"That won't do, otherwise everyone will know." Hiromi sobbed, shaking her head repeatedly. Mariko slowly approached her, gently putting her arm around Hiromi's drooping shoulders, and said softly, "Although this will embarrass you, we need to retrieve the negatives. Please don't worry, don't be so distressed, I'll handle this for you." Mariko's words did not bring Hiromi any comfort. The painful experience was still replaying in her mind, so she continued to sob. Meanwhile, Mariko, like a detective, was determined to catch the bad apple in the school. She carefully asked Hiromi, "Hiromi, think carefully. Before yesterday's events, there must have been some signs. Think carefully, was there anything unusual?" "Well, then..." "What is it?" "

It might...it might be related to my beauty, but..."

It turned out that since Hiromi started working at the school this spring, she had frequently received strange invitations or anonymous letters.

These often contained nude photos cut from pornographic magazines, some even with Hiromi's face pasted on them, and were often filled with provocative language. Hiromi's face would flush red upon receiving these letters, and she would immediately throw them in the trash as if they were something dirty—after all, she was a teacher.

"Oh, so someone sent you a letter before, and you didn't stop them. Maybe this attacker is that person." Mariko sat up straight and asked again, "What did that letter say? What did it say? Think about it carefully." Hiromi's face turned even redder, and her voice became very low, as if it were about to disappear, as she said, "My, um, it's about wanting to try that part or something." Mariko was completely confused. She asked in bewilderment, "What um? What are you talking about?" "He just said if he could have sex with me." Hiromi's voice was now barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.

"Fine, he finally showed his tail."

Mariko stormed out of the infirmary and walked down the school corridor, her anger boiling. Because Hiromi was too naive, she didn't know that there was such a wicked beast in the school, but Mariko had already seen through it. When asked about the contents of Hiromi's letter, Mariko thought of a conversation she had overheard at the school a few days ago, which was exactly the same as a conversation between students. She believed that the attacker must be among them.

That happened two weeks ago. Mariko had no classes that day, so she was sitting on a bench by the school's flowerbed, basking in the sun. This was one of her favorite spots; looking at the lush green lawn always put her in a good mood.

Just then, she overheard a conversation between several male students through the bushes that served as a barrier.

"Hey, that English teacher is really something, especially in that suit. She's so alluring!" "I heard she's called the 'Saint Mary of St. Ei Academy,' or the 'Queen of St. Ei Academy,' is that true?" The conversation immediately revolved around the new English teacher, Hayase Hiromi, which caught Mariko's attention. She peeked out from behind the bushes to listen.

"The Virgin Mary, I don't know, but I wonder if she's like that in bed too." "Anyway, she's so beautiful, a mature beauty, and so fresh, she must really enjoy it." "I want to fuck her, even just once, I want to fuck this woman." Then the distinctive voice continued, "I really want to have sex with her right now, to rub her beautiful breasts and ass to my heart's content, to tear her stockings, to lick her thighs, to make her beautiful face full of pain and shame. Then I want to savor her beautiful honey pot, it's such a wonderful taste." The following words were all explicit obscenities and lewdness, which Mariko simply couldn't bear to listen to, she maintained a deaf ear.

Even so, she knew the master of that will, his name was Kuroiwa Takeshi, a third-year student at the academy, and also the leader of the gang that controlled the academy behind the scenes, the same group of people she was with. On the surface, they were all ordinary high school students, but behind their backs, rumors of their misdeeds frequently circulated: theft, alcoholism, smoking, harassing female students on bicycles, drug use, intimidation, and so on. Even girls from other schools gossiped about them.

Most of the teachers knew these facts, but they mostly pretended not to see them because they dared not offend these students, especially Kuroiwa Takeshi, because he was the son of Kuroiwa Shogo, the chairman of the school.

'If it really is him, then there's nothing he wouldn't dare to do.' Mariko thought of Kuroiwa Takeshi, and his repulsive face immediately flashed before her eyes. In addition, Takeshi's physique was strong, which matched Hiromi's description of the attacker.

'Using his father's authority as a means to commit evil, he deserves to die.' Mariko thought to herself as she strode across the campus. She thought about how she had previously suppressed her anger and lived in hiding, but now it was time to take action. As she thought about it, Mariko smiled, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation. ***After returning from the office following her discussion with Mariko Date, Hiromi's mood remained heavy. Although Mariko's words were full of confidence, as if reassuring her that the problem could be resolved, she knew things wouldn't be so simple. What would she do if those photos of her were made public? Lost in

thought, she walked to her lover, Yuji Sato's, office. Looking at his face, she thought that this man's broad chest was someone she could lean on, someone she could quietly cry against. Although they hadn't had a physical relationship, she still felt that he loved her dearly; he was someone she could confide in.

Yuji's face remained calm, as if nothing had happened. He opened his well-fitting eyes, a carefree smile on his face. Hiromi stared at that face, speechless for a moment.

"How have you been lately? You don't look too well," Yuji said softly, smiling at Hiromi.

"I'm a little tired, but it's nothing, just a bit fatigued." "Don't put all your effort into it. Is the swimming club's coaching work too stressful? It's true that the swimming team has made great progress since you became the advisor, but putting in so much effort like this isn't good for your health. You need to be careful." Hiromi gradually felt she had nothing more to say, so she declined, "Okay, okay, I won't go to the swimming club tonight." "That's a good idea. Well then, wait for my call tonight," Yuji said cheerfully.

Hiromi walked heavily toward the classroom for her next class. Her mood was heavier than her steps. Yesterday she was considered the school's most beautiful girl, but today, because of that incident, everything had changed. She felt that every place in the school, every student and teacher she passed was different from yesterday. They all glanced at her sideways, as if they were all gossiping.

"Hey, did you know that yesterday, English teacher Hayase Hiromi was raped in the gymnasium's locker room? And her hands were tied behind her back, and she was penetrated from behind." "You mean that teacher, the Virgin Mary? Nonsense, that's a lie." "Don't call it a lie, look, there are photos to prove it." "So who was the first? What a lucky guy." "

I heard the rapist was a student at this school."

Hiromi stopped abruptly, blinking hard to try and banish the hallucinations.

When Hiromi started class, the hallucinations returned. She felt her body tremble as she met the students' gazes in the classroom. Standing on the podium, she felt the students' stares were terrifying, as if everyone already knew what had happened yesterday, and that all the male students were rapists, seeing her as a beautiful target.

As the lesson progressed, Hiromi's fear intensified, causing her to become increasingly incoherent and prone to making mistakes.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of class, and she immediately dismissed it, fleeing the classroom as if running away. But she hadn't gone far when a voice called out to her from behind.

"Hayase-sensei, please wait a moment."

The one who caught up with Hiromi was a boy named Sanada Toshihiko. He had fair skin, a handsome face, and an innocent, boy-next-door charm. Toshihiko was a top student at the school, serving as student council president. He excelled in most subjects except physical education, and was Hiromi's favorite student.

"Oh, it's Masahiro-kun."

"Teacher, are you feeling unwell today? You look like you're about to faint." "Masahiro-kun, thank you for your concern. I'm feeling a little unwell, but it's alright." Hiromi was still worried that Toshihiko would notice her condition, so she quickly left the classroom.

'The students seem to have begun to realize this unusual incident, and it's only a matter of time before the secret of the photos is discovered.

To reverse this outcome, we can only rely on Mariko.' "Mariko-sensei, please find out the results quickly." Hiromi held a deep hope for Mariko Date, wishing she could help her out of this predicament as soon as possible.

"What is it? Tell me quickly." Kuroiwa Takeshi, who had been called to the rooftop of the school building by Mariko, had already abandoned his pretense as an ordinary high school student. His slightly bulging forehead supported his face, revealing his intellectual disability. His eyes were somewhat cloudy, radiating a cruel light, and his thick lips gave him an indifferent look as he looked at Mariko.

The petite Mariko appeared even shorter at this moment. Takeshi was currently in a state of heightened violent anger. His body was strong, his chest as thick as rock, and his shoulder muscles were also very well-developed. But Mariko wasn't afraid at all. She crossed her arms, looked at the boy with a nonchalant gaze, and said softly, "If you know anything about Hayase-sensei, you can tell me." Gosho smiled slightly, spread his hands, and squinted at her, saying, "Oh, what kind of matter are you referring to?" Mariko's question was thus deflected. She knew she had no evidence, but Mariko still said, "You won't listen to reason, so I'll just have to waste my time helping you. You know you did it, why don't you admit it?" Upon hearing Mariko's words, Gosho's face darkened immediately, and he barked like a dog, shouting, "How could I have done it?" "Oh dear, didn't you do it?"

Gosho suddenly felt speechless and muttered, "Even if I did it, you can't provide any evidence." Mariko smiled slightly, "Here, take a look."

With that, Mariko deliberately pulled down, then concentrated all her strength in her arm, staring intently and menacingly at Gosho.

Seeing his teacher's expression, Gangshi knew he couldn't fool her today. So, without a word, he pounced, hoping to subdue this petite gym teacher in one fell swoop. If his sneak attack succeeded, he could knock her down in one fell swoop.

But Teacher Mariko wasn't an ordinary girl. In a single exchange, she easily knocked Gangshi down on the roof.

"You beast!" Mariko pulled Gangshi up, slammed him to the ground with her backpack, and then tightly gripped his arm joint.

"Ouch, my arm!" Gangshi began to panic. He realized that this petite gym teacher was not someone to be trifled with.

"Just confess already. Where are the negatives of the photos?"

"What are you talking about? Chinese photos or Japanese photos?" Gangshi continued to feign ignorance.

Mariko slowly increased the pressure on his arm, and Gangshi's arm made a "crackling" sound. She continued, "If you continue with this attitude, your arm will hurt even more." "Ouch, you're a teacher!" Gangshi cried out in pain, beads of sweat dripping down his back.

"Tell me the truth or I'll snap your neck. Talk now!" Mariko said, tightening her grip on his neck.

As if sensing the danger of death, Gangshi's face quickly turned pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "Please let me go, let me go, stop!" "Give me the negatives quickly."

"Here, I'll give you any negatives you want."

"Also, if word gets out about Hayase-sensei's affair on campus, I won't let you go no matter where you hide in the academy, understand?" Gangshi hadn't recovered yet, and he just pleaded desperately, "Let me go, let me go.

"

"If you want me to let you go, then say so quickly."

Mariko released Gangshi's arm, and Gangshi gently rubbed his wrist, which had been held captive. He squatted down, took a breath, and said, "Tonight at seven o'clock, behind the deluxe internet cafe, we'll give you the negatives of the photos." After saying that, he walked away from Mariko dejectedly, feeling very uncomfortable, and vowed to take revenge.

"Don't worry, the problem is completely solved." During lunch break, Mariko quietly told Hiromi in the office. Hiromi immediately felt a sense of relief, as if she had fallen into a state of complete exhaustion.

"Tonight, I will go to the attacker to retrieve the negatives of the photos." "Who is the attacker? Why did he do this?" "Don't worry about who it is. Knowing who it is won't do you any good. Don't worry, he's a third-year student, he hasn't graduated yet, so it's better if you don't know." "Thank you, thank you so much, I don't know how to thank you enough, Mariko-sensei." "Hiromi-sensei, just think of yesterday as being bitten by a mad dog. Forget about it as soon as possible. We welcome a vibrant and energetic Hiromi-sensei back to us soon." Although Hiromi's inner trauma hadn't completely healed, Mariko's words were like a spring breeze blowing away the fog in her heart, filling her with sunshine for the future. It was with this feeling that Hiromi came to the swimming club, hoping to forget her troubles through work. However, because she had decided to come and instruct the swimming club at the last minute, she hadn't had time to change into her swimsuit, so she could only stand by the pool and instruct. But she was still thinking, "If things are resolved, everything will return to normal. Mariko-sensei said today that the problem is solved and I should forget about yesterday as soon as possible. Although what she said is impossible, time will surely heal all wounds." Ms. Hiromi was still thinking about this after leaving the swimming pool. As she arrived at her upscale apartment and was about to open the door, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

"Hase-sensei."

"Ah, Iwasaki-kun." The person rushing up was Hideki Iwasaki, the second-year student she had instructed at the swimming pool earlier. He was a member of the school's swimming team, and he was slightly sweaty as he ran towards her.

"This is what you forgot earlier, so I picked it up and chased after you." Iwasaki handed her a pen, which was indeed left behind by Hiromi.

"Oh, thank you so much," Hiromi said gratefully, and was about to invite him into her room when the boy behind her forcefully pushed her inside.

"Iwasaki-kun, what do you want to do?" Before Hiromi could finish her last words, the boy slammed her onto the bed. In that instant, all words were forgotten. Hiromi saw a cruel lust burning in the boy's eyes, his eyeballs bloodshot and bulging, his entire being drastically changed.

'So, is all that horrible stuff about to happen again?' Although this was her home, and although the other man was a member of the swimming team, the fact that he was now violating her body was undeniable. Hiromi simply couldn't believe it was happening. The rape she had suffered yesterday was about to repeat itself today. Hiromi desperately didn't want this to happen in her own home, and she struggled frantically once more.

To prevent her escape, the boy forcefully pushed Hiromi down, pinning her down with his body as she desperately tried to flee. His hand immediately grabbed her breasts from under her blouse, followed by a tearing sound as the fabric ripped. The first button popped open, flying through the air and landing on the glass of the coffee table with a crisp sound.

"Ah, no! Stop it!" Hiromi whimpered, but the upscale apartment was completely soundproof; even if she shouted into a microphone, no one would hear her. She could only pound on Iwasaki's chest, which was pressing down on her. Although he was only a high school student, his chest muscles were incredibly well-developed from frequent swimming practice, rendering Hiromi's blows ineffective.

Hiromi panicked, desperately twisting her head and kicking her legs upwards, her upper body swaying with all her might. Her posture was then shifted into a riding position, rendering her struggles futile. Simultaneously, her skirt was lifted to her waist, revealing her long, slender, and sexy thighs.

Iwasaki then embraced Hiromi tightly from behind, tearing off all the buttons of her blouse to reveal her dazzling white bra. Without hesitation, he pulled it down, exposing her beautiful, firm breasts in broad daylight, and immediately grabbed them with his large hands.

Hiromi struggled with all her might, trying to push away the man's clutches. But his fingers, embedded in her flesh, refused to loosen their grip. Instead, taking advantage of Hiromi's attention being focused on her chest, Iwasaki straddled her upper body, pinning her hands down with his knees.

Hiromi stared at Iwasaki with fear in her beautiful eyes, for she saw him pull out duct tape from his pocket and, with a lewd grin, peel it off the duct ring.

"Ah, you, you were the attacker yesterday, you..."

Hiromi's words trailed off into a low moan. Iwasaki forcefully twisted Hiromi's hands behind her back, wrapping them several times with duct tape. Then, like a victor, Iwasaki gently patted Hiromi's face, raising his voice to say, "Hehehe, Teacher looks so good like this." After controlling Hiromi's free movement, Iwasaki immediately lifted her skirt and slid his hand inside her thighs.

"Stop it, this isn't good."

"Don't say that, you said the same thing yesterday, but did you enjoy it? Today, let me be a Thai bath girl and let you cum." As Iwasaki spoke, his strong hand lifted Hiromi's skirt, tearing through the thin stockings to reveal her snow-white panties. Pubic hair peeked out from the white lace trim, seemingly tempting people to commit a crime. Iwasaki

wrapped his right arm tightly around Hiromi's slender waist, his left hand pulling up her tight skirt, his fingers slipping between her panties and abdomen, feeling the rough pubic hair, then flesh wrapping around his fingers. Hiromi tried desperately to squeeze her thighs together, but with the man's legs between them, a gap would always remain.

Iwasaki's fingers continued forward, his middle finger entering her fleshy opening. Hiromi tensed up instantly, her long eyelashes trembling. The opening was wet and slippery, and Iwasaki felt a burning sensation in his fingers, as if they were about to be scalded.

"You're a lustful woman too, look how wet it is inside, look here." Iwasaki's middle finger had already penetrated to the base, the soft flesh completely reddening his finger. His finger stirred inside, and the wet flesh walls had a strong elasticity, as if trying to suck his finger in.

Hiromi frantically shook her flushed face. She was extremely sensitive to Iwasaki's caresses on her panties; each gentle thrust from him would elicit a moan from her. Hiromi's moans stimulated Iwasaki, and in one swift motion, he pulled Hiromi's panties up to her knees, immediately revealing Hiromi's full, white mounds, slightly exposing the obscene valley, swaying gently from side to side.

"Iwasaki, you can't do this!" Ms. Hiromi pleaded desperately.

"I can't take it anymore. I've been deeply attracted to you ever since I first saw you. Look, what a beautiful butt. It's almost dazzling. I just can't resist anymore." Iwasaki was not only surprised by the fact that the beautiful female teacher had such a sensitive spot, but he was also somewhat moved. He excitedly pulled down his school pants and swimming trunks, revealing his strong, thick penis, which stood erect and pointed towards the sky, with clear fluid seeping from the tip. Hiromi's legs trembled, and her crystal-clear eyes widened, revealing her inner fear. She couldn't help but turn her eyes away, trying to turn her head back. But Iwasaki's hand gripped her chin tightly, preventing her from moving.

"Don't close your eyes, look carefully. Teacher, you know my penis is the biggest in the whole swimming team, I'm sure you've been watching me." Iwasaki said coldly. Hiromi had no choice but to look at the penis. Fear made her back go cold. The penis with thick, stiff hairs at the base was pulsating slightly, like a snake raising its head. She felt scared and involuntarily swallowed the saliva in her mouth.

"No, I've never noticed you, no..." Hiromi was still helplessly trying to explain.

"That doesn't make sense. How about this, I'll insert my penis and see if it fits, okay?

"

Iwasaki, extremely excited, pressed down on the desperately resisting Hiromi. Hiromi could clearly feel the boy's light black weight approaching through her soft skin. She thought: "The scene of being raped yesterday is going to repeat itself, and this time it's in my own home. Unlike yesterday, Iwasaki didn't hide his true self, but revealed his true self to rape the teacher." Perhaps Iwasaki was right; she was indeed a wanton woman. What happened after class yesterday, her body's unconscious, instinctive reaction, must have led Iwasaki to misunderstand, believing she only felt pleasure when violated.

When Hiromi thought that, her fear and humiliation intensified. She knew she couldn't resist being raped again today; she had no way to fight back. Her heart was filled with humiliation and regret, and tears welled up in her eyes. She thought, "Even Mariko couldn't resist a man's violation now. His penis is pressed tightly against my crotch; I can't twist my waist to resist the insertion of his thick penis. My waist is held down by his strong arms." Thinking and feeling this, even more tears flowed. Although crying wouldn't stop the man's assault, her weakness and pitifulness were laid bare.

"Please stop, Iwasaki, I beg you." Hiromi could no longer see the teacher's authority; her tears, her voice, her pleas revealed only a frail woman. Of course, if she were to continue resisting seriously, it wouldn't be easy for the man's penis to penetrate smoothly; she only needed to slightly increase her resistance to intimidate the boy. However, at this moment, fear and shame had paralyzed Hongmei. She had never encountered such a situation before; this sudden attack left her mind blank, and thus her continued resistance gradually weakened.

And it was precisely this painless resistance that fueled the increase in violence. The boy, as if possessed, tightly embraced Hongmei's delicate body, aiming his glans at Hongmei's already overflowing vaginal opening, gently grinding it, forcing her into a corner of her mind. Hongmei felt the desire within her body expanding like a balloon, stretching her body uncomfortably, while the man's penis teased her body incessantly, and she could feel a heat, as if heating up her desire. She writhed restlessly, her desire rising and tormenting the woman's body filled with carnal desire.

In that split second, the boy excitedly grabbed the thick, hard penis, thrusting forward until it pierced Hongmei's honeyed orifice.

"No, no…" Hongmei writhed and struggled, resisting, but her body trembled violently. Her long, flowing hair flew wildly like willow branches in a storm, cascading over her shoulders, arms, and chest. The black strands fell haphazardly onto her snow-white body, like tiny knives slicing through her delicate skin. Her pleas and cries echoed endlessly.

At that moment, Iwasaki's hands seized the opportunity to hold Hiromi's slender waist, securing her two white thighs. Ignoring Hiromi's pitiful cries, his massive penis thrust in and out forcefully. How could he let go of his prey before him? His eyes were like a wolf's, fixed on Hiromi's naked, snow-white body, burning with the evil fires of desire, triumph, anger, and jealousy. The beauty he had longed for was now lying naked beneath him, helplessly allowing him to wildly penetrate her tender little love hole. This made Iwasaki extremely proud. He continued to pound Hiromi's tender flower with his thick penis.

"No, no!" Hiromi felt so much pressure from the penis that she could hardly breathe. She tightly closed her clear eyes, and fine beads of sweat secretly crept up her smooth forehead and the tip of her nose. At the same time, she felt a warm current in her lower abdomen gradually forming a bright fireball. The fireball's light grew stronger with each thrust of the penis, illuminating her beautiful body and slowly transforming her pain into pleasure, even making her resonate with his rhythm.

She clearly felt the tip of his arrogant penis reach her cervix, pounding against her delicate body like a heavy hammer. She felt the unstoppable power of the young man and his persistent pursuit. Iwasaki continued thrusting, his glans slamming heavily against Hiromi's cervix with each stroke. The tightness of her vagina excited him greatly, each thrust accompanied by the sound of their pubic bones colliding. It was still Iwasaki, the rapist from yesterday, but because the position was different today, the rape brought Hiromi even greater stimulation.

Now the man's penis began to move in a "squeaking" piston-like motion. He would insert halfway, then gently pull out, and then thrust in all the way again; then pull out, and then thrust in heavily once more. Each time his penis withdrew, the labia would writhe pitifully, the flesh inside tightly wrapped around his penis, revealing the tender, bright red color of the flesh within. Hiromi's legs, pushed apart to the sides, kicked helplessly in the air, tracing graceful curves. Hiromi frowned tightly, biting her lip to endure the pain.

As Iwasaki thrust forcefully, he said, "Teacher, this isn't right. You should just give in to me. It'll be more comfortable for everyone, and what I'm doing is what you want." Hiromi was very unwilling, but her body reacted in the opposite way, revealing her desire. She struggled and said, "What do you mean I'm willing? What have I done?" "I joined the swimming team because I wanted to touch your firm breasts in the pool. Don't you like my penis too? Don't you often touch my penis in the pool?" 'What's so strange about that? When I instruct them on their posture in the swimming team, there's occasional physical contact. Does that mean it's enough to arouse a boy's puberty?' Hiromi felt a little confused, but Iwasaki's thrusts grew stronger and stronger. His buttocks began to rotate, each thrust becoming smoother, until finally it became a trembling motion. Hiromi felt as if her body was being split in two, and she was terrified of losing control of her bladder. She cried out in panic, "No, don't..." The female teacher's snow-white body lay naked on the ground, and the student thrust into her again and again, faster and faster, until he could no longer hold back. He forced open her tender, smooth flower core and shot another stream of hot semen into the beautiful teacher's womb, like molten lava erupting and coating Hiromi's vagina.

Hiromi clearly felt the viscous liquid spraying into her body. She finally broke down in tears. The devastating news of being raped had become a reality for her, and at the same time, she felt that she had fallen into a dark abyss.

"Teacher, are you feeling comfortable now?" Iwasaki was exhausted. He rested on Hiromi's naked body for a while, listening to his teacher's painful cries, his hands still caressing Hiromi's high breasts and alluring lower abdomen.

"No," Hiromi said firmly, pushing him away with her hands.

"Liar, Teacher is lying. Teacher was so excited just now." Iwasaki pushed Hiromi's hands away, continuing to caress her firmly.

"Teacher isn't lying. You didn't feel anything when you penetrated me, so how could I be excited?" "No way, my teacher, if I have enough time in the future, I will definitely make Teacher excited. Actions speak louder than words." Hiromi didn't know how to respond to her student's words. She wanted to deny everything, but she knew she had been pushed to the brink, with nowhere to hide.

Iwasaki looked at Hiromi beside him; her pristine white body remained as pure and immaculate as ever, seemingly untouched by the constant abuse. This reignited his lust. Iwasaki's eyes were fixed on Hiromi's upturned, moon-white buttocks, the small anus between her two bright moons so tightly clenched, inexplicably arousing him again.

He rubbed his penis a few times, and it became erect again. He quietly climbed onto Hiromi's smooth back, his hands grasping her soft, white breasts from above, while his penis aimed at Hiromi's narrow anus and thrust upwards.

"Ah, not there, what are you doing?"

"I've heard that some girls become sexually frigid due to a lack of sex. Maybe your anus is more sensitive, teacher. Let's try it." Hiromi woke up from the pain and screamed in terror. She never imagined that Iwasaki would want to perform anal sex on her. In an instant, she felt the tip of his erect penis pressing against her anus. Even a lover's touch would make her feel ashamed, so she never let anyone touch her easily. That area was absolutely brand new. She desperately crawled forward, hoping to escape from Iwasaki's grasp.

At this crucial moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and a dark figure darted into the room from outside.

After Iwasaki cried out "Ah!", the pressure on Hiromi's buttocks instantly disappeared, and two dark figures wrestled around Hiromi.

"Sanada-kun!" Hiromi cried out in surprise upon seeing the boy's face rush in from outside. Ashamed that a student had witnessed her being raped, she bit her lip and let out a soft, mournful whimper. Iwasaki, yelling "Ah!

", stumbled backward, bumping into Toshihiko. He grabbed his clothes and staggered away.

"Wait!" Hiromi called out urgently, trying to catch up with Toshihiko.

Turning back, Toshihiko wore an expression of utter despair, as if the sky had fallen. His hair was disheveled, blood slowly trickling from his lips. He looked at Hiromi with a mixture of helplessness and pain.

Hiromi felt a strange sensation. Her hands were tied behind her back, and the white fluid from her rape was flowing between her thighs. She was completely naked and had no way to cover herself, yet all of her proud students had seen everything without missing a single detail. She felt both ashamed and helpless. She used a question to cover up her panic: "Sanada-kun, how did you get here?" "I saw Iwasaki following you, and he looked like he had ill intentions, so I followed him," Toshihiko said shyly. His eyes were fixed on his teacher's beautiful body, her high breasts, and her alluring lower abdomen. He closed his eyes, trying his best not to look at his teacher's naked body, and reached out to help untie the ropes binding her. His hands were covered in his teacher's delicate skin, and her image kept flashing through his mind. He murmured, "Iwasaki, this is wrong. How could you do this to your teacher? This is absolutely unacceptable.

" "

Sanada-kun, I have something to ask you."

"Teacher, please tell me what it is." "

Please don't tell anyone about what happened today, okay?"

"But..."

"Please, teacher, please."

"Hmm, alright then." Junyan nodded gently at Hiromi's desperate pleas. His hands were already groping to untie the ropes binding Hiromi's hands, but his heart was bleeding and burning. He vowed revenge, to avenge his teacher. He noticed that a mixture of red and white fluid was flowing from his teacher's lower abdomen. He knew this was the damage caused by rape. He took a silk handkerchief from the side and carefully wiped it.

"Teacher, you're bleeding down there, let me wipe it for you." The feeling of the wet towel wiping her wound made Hiromi tremble again. She felt Toshihiko's burning gaze; the boy's eyes were fixed on her beautiful, rosy cheeks without blinking. Unconsciously, she noticed her nipples were already erect, and she felt a surge of desire. She bit her lower lip, trying to control herself, while suddenly remembering Mariko's words, a question arose in her mind: "Mariko said yesterday's attacker was a third-year student, about to graduate. But Iwasaki is a second-year student. Could it be that Mariko misjudged the attacker, causing what happened tonight?

" "Teacher, are you alright?" Sanada noticed Hiromi's somewhat dazed expression and, thinking she had suffered a strong shock, asked with concern.

Toshihiko's voice pulled Hiromi back from Mariko's words. At that moment, Hiromi felt a cold wind blow across her exposed crotch. This wind woke Hiromi; she didn't know what to do now.

[The End]

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