New English teacher

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The Target of Humiliation is the English Teacher

Chapter 2: The Screams of a Young Girl Echo in the Church Chapter

3: The Scent of Rape After School Chapter 4

: The Female Teacher Imprisoned by the Headmaster

Chapter 5: The Basement is the Eighteen Levels of Humiliation

Chapter 6: High School Students Become Slaves to Prostitution Chapter 7

: Mihoko Becomes a Sacrifice Offered to Foreigners

Chapter 8: The Well-Designed Trap of a Female Student

Chapter 9: The First Experience is the Prelude to Pleasure

Chapter 10: The Honey Cave is the Devil's Favorite Place Chapter 11

: Exposing the Mask of the Lustful Beast

Chapter 1: The Target of Humiliation is the English Teacher

The Holy Capital School is built in a lush environment that still retains part of Musashi's original appearance. In a magazine's school special issue
, it was specifically mentioned that there is a beautiful campus surrounded by green trees, and the almost excessively large
campus is covered with lawns. The magazine said that first-time visitors would have the illusion of arriving at
an outer school.

This school is part of the church system. The small chapel standing in the center of the campus fully illustrates this point.
To the left of the chapel roof, where you can see the brightly lit cross, there is a white building, which
is students' school building.

"When Japanese people think of 'teaching,' they think of 'teach,' but in Britain, it's rarely used except in very special
circumstances . For example, when asking for directions to the station, 'tell' is used. Would you say 'would you tell
me the way to the station?'"

Standing on the podium of Class 3-B, with a slight sweat on her forehead, diligently teaching, was Miho Nishijo, who had just
started .

"Teacher, how do you say 'I want to have sex with a woman'?"

a boy sitting in the corner of the classroom asked, and the whole class laughed.

Miho, a new teacher, didn't yet have the ability or courage to subtly
evade . But she couldn't get angry, so she could only blush and be at a
loss, which only fueled the boys' jeers.

Of course, if Miho wasn't beautiful, the boys wouldn't have laughed at her so enthusiastically. Her long years
living abroad had cultivated a carefree atmosphere, and her beautiful figure particularly attracted
the curious eyes of the adolescent boys.

The day was like any other, with the boys making a fuss.

"Teacher, what color underwear are you wearing today?"

"Let's talk about your first time having sex!"

"What are your thoughts on high school students' sexual behavior?"

Things had escalated to the point where they were out of control. The girls, whom the teacher relied on, could only whisper "How
annoying ," "Perverted," and wait with curious expressions to see how things would unfold. Mihoko stood blankly
on the podium.

"Hey! Quiet down, Mr. Nishijo is so pitiful."

Suddenly standing up to protect Mihoko was the class representative, Akira Nakanishi.

"Nakanishi, stop pretending to be a good student, you've fallen for Mr. Nishijo, haven't you!"

"Yeah, yeah, he probably fantasizes about Mr. Nishijo masturbating naked."

Another burst of laughter erupted. Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of class. Watching the students
' heated exchange, Mihoko felt uneasy, only relaxing when the bell rang.

Of course, Mihoko knew that education today was different from the past, gradually losing its sacred image.
However, Mihoko still retained some of the idea that the classroom was a sacred place. But in reality, she had already suffered
to this extent. Because she had once had high hopes for the teaching profession, Mihoko's distress was correspondingly greater.

She had only walked a few meters from the classroom towards the staff room when she felt something touch her shoulder. She turned around.

"Mr. Nishijo, how's class going? Are you getting used to it?"

The person was Narumi Tatsuya, the world history teacher and also the homeroom teacher for class 3-B. He was rumored to be a
figure of constant gossip, giving contraception lessons in class or gathering male students at his home to show pornographic videos,
yet he was extremely popular among the students.

"Yes... finally..."

Mihoko replied casually, carefully observing Tatsuya, then mentally thinking about how much prettier she should wear. She had this thought every
time she saw Tatsuya. Upon closer inspection, he was handsome, nearly 180 centimeters
tall, and although rather thin, had a very robust frame. However, he didn't care about his clothes at all; his hair was often disheveled,
his suits were wrinkled, and his shirt collars were yellowed.

"People who have lived in America are different. Everyone says your pronunciation is very beautiful. Of course, it's not
just ."

"Teacher, don't make fun of me."

Seeing Mihoko trying to avoid Tatsuya's gaze, he seized the opportunity to pursue her.

"Mr. Saijo, are you free this weekend?"

Mihoko felt he had finally said it. He had been particularly attentive to her when he first arrived. Of course, he wasn't
the kind of person Mihoko disliked. But since he was a radical teacher advocating sexual liberation for high school students, it was best
to be careful .

"This... I don't know yet."

"Meryl Streep's 'In Love' is showing at the Lucky Mini-Theatre, have you seen it?"

"No, not yet, but..."

"I wanted to ask you to go see it together."

"I didn't expect Mr. Narirai to be so romantic."

She had heard about the movie from a friend and had wanted to see it, but she didn't want to agree to his invitation so easily
.

"Please don't joke around, I watch romance movies sometimes too. Anything special planned for the weekend?"

"No...maybe a classmate from university will come to see me."

She made up an excuse.

"I see, then I'll come ask you again around Friday!"

Mihoko thought to herself, "Going is fine too..." They parted ways at the faculty door.

Back at her desk, she saw a white, unsealed envelope containing
a letter, seemingly in a woman's handwriting. "

Ms. Saijo, I have something very important to discuss with you. I'll wait for you at 11:40 in
front of . Since it's a secret, please don't let anyone see you when you come.

" Mihoko

Who is A-ko? Why not write her real name? The school has a consultation room, why choose
the gymnasium ? The more she thought about it, the more questions arose, but considering the other person was a girl going through puberty, it didn't seem too abrupt. Besides,
this was the first time a student had consulted her, and she was actually quite happy.

Anyway, she decided to go and see. After the bell rang, she waited until everyone around had quieted down before leaving the staff room. Fortunately, she arrived at the gymnasium

without encountering anyone . The other person hadn't arrived yet. Five minutes passed, and there was still no movement. Could someone be playing a joke on her? That was quite possible, but what was so funny about that? When she glanced back unintentionally, she noticed that the equipment room door was half-open. Was she waiting for her inside...? As she reached the equipment room door and was about to look inside, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her hair, forcefully pulling her into the equipment room. "Ouch!" She lost her balance and fell onto the mat, reflexively turning her head to look. A slender face was filled with shock. "You...you're Yamada-kun..." Standing in the doorway was Yamada Yuzo, from Class 3-B. According to other teachers, he was a well-behaved student with excellent grades until the first semester of his third year, but his character deteriorated from the second semester onwards, making him a problem student among the teachers. "What's going on? In a place like this..." Mihoko pulled down her raised skirt, desperately telling herself to stay calm. "I'm waiting for the teacher. You've read the letter, haven't you?" Yuzo said, closing the equipment room door as he looked at Mihoko. Mihoko saw the furrowed brow on his face and sensed a murderous intent emanating from him. Of course, panicking would only embolden him further. "So that letter was written by you. Because it was signed 'A-ko,' I thought it was a girl... Looking for me... What's up?" "Teacher, you're such a naive woman. That was just bait to lure me in. I just want to have sex with you, teacher." Hearing that direct tone, Mihoko was stunned. At the same time, she realized that what was bound to happen had now happened. She was terrified of facing this situation one day. "What nonsense are you talking about? Calm down! I'm your teacher. How could a teacher possibly agree to such !" Feeling her face burning hotter, Mihoko wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. "Hmph, you wouldn't let me have my way, so I had to rape you." Yuzo said, unbuttoning his shirt. What was he saying? Was this something a nineteen-year-old high school student would say? What was the difference between him and a thug ? Although she tried to remain calm, Mihoko's heart was beating faster and faster. "Yamada-kun, do you understand what you're doing?" "I don't want to listen to your lectures. I'm already this excited." Yuzo finished speaking and unzipped his pants, pulling out his fierce member. It wasn't so much that it pulled out, but rather that it leaped out, fearlessly erect, standing tall and pointing diagonally upwards from between his pants. Mihoko felt a sudden pang of guilt at seeing something she shouldn't have, and immediately closed her eyes. But sensing Yuzo's movements, she opened them again. Like a red-hot iron rod, the fleshy pillar, already hanging down, the obscene-looking scrotum drawing ever closer to . If Mihoko had extensive experience with men, perhaps she could handle this situation skillfully, but Mihoko only had experience shaking hands and hugging men; she wouldn't pretend to obey and then take the opportunity to escape, so it's no wonder she reacted this way . "No, no!" Mihoko instinctively raised her right arm above her head, adopting a protective posture. She had never given her body to a man before, and to have it taken by this brat was something she would rather die than accept. "Teacher, do it to me!" Yuzo forcefully pushed Mihoko down, pressing his body against her as she desperately tried to escape. "You can't do this... Yamada-kun!" Mihoko mustered all her strength, pushing Yuzo's body away and grabbing a basketball, slamming it against his face. But after a few seconds of struggle, the basketball was quickly snatched away. "Teacher, don't resist! You actually like having sex with men, don't you!" Mihoko was forced onto the mat by the powerful force, struggling desperately. The thought of being seen as a lewd and frivolous woman made her grit her teeth in anger. "Yamada-kun, do you know what the consequences will be? You can't stay at school anymore..." "Stop nagging!" That day, Mihoko was wearing a light blue suit and a blouse with ruffles at the chest. Because the buttons on the front of her blouse were undone, Yuzo's hand immediately reached down to her breasts. "No! Please, don't do this!" Mihoko tried to push him away, but her waist was already tightly embraced, leaving her powerless. Moreover, her tight skirt was being lifted higher and higher, completely exposing her thighs. "Teacher's breasts are fuller than I imagined." The feeling of being roughly touched on the breasts by a student with a face full of acne only filled Mihoko with disgust. Mihoko still couldn't escape Yuzo's embrace. She pushed Yuzo's shoulder with one hand and Yuzo's face with the other, revealing a lustful expression. Mihoko's face sank into the cushion, the stench of sweat and dust filling her nostrils. "Ah!... Let me go..." Mihoko turned her face to the side and then wriggled upwards, but this only gave Yuzo an opportunity. Yuzo changed his position and hugged Mihoko tightly from behind. He immediately pulled on her shirt, the buttons quickly popping off, revealing a dazzling white bra, and then unabashedly pulled it down, exposing her beautiful, full breasts in broad daylight. A large hand immediately grabbed her breast. "No, no!" After her breast was grabbed, Mihoko twisted her body with all her might, trying to push away the man's clutches. But the fingers, embedded in her flesh, refused to let go easily. Instead, while Mihoko's attention was on her chest, Yuzo's hand tried to lift her skirt . "You can't do this!" Mihoko was afraid that her legs would also be exposed, so she tried to pull down her skirt, which had already been lifted up to her thighs, but Yuzo's hand immediately slid inside her thigh.

"Ah!... There!... No!"

Mihoko squeezed her thighs together in that instant, but Yuzo took the opportunity to press down on her, causing his
arm to naturally lift the hem of her skirt.

"Teacher, don't mess around like this, we need to do something nice now."

How could she not make a fuss in this situation?

Mihoko seemed easygoing, but she also had a strong personality; without that, she probably wouldn't have chosen teaching
as a profession.

In a time when high school students were much taller than in the past, Yuzo wasn't particularly large, but he was
strong enough to overpower a weak woman.

"Teacher's body smells so good, and your breasts are so soft..."

Yuzo now completely controlled Mihoko's body, pressing his nose against her slightly trembling breasts,
sniffing them like a dog.

"No... No!"

Mihoko panicked, desperately twisting her head and kicking her legs. At this moment, Yuzo was already straddling Mihoko,
unhooking her skirt, pulling down the zipper, and slightly pulling down the skirt. He immediately grabbed the top of her pantyhose and pulled
the skirt up to her knees.

"How could this happen? God, save me!..."

Taking advantage of Yuzo's upper body being off, Mihoko tried her best to break free, but her skirt was wrapped around her knees,
hindering her movements. Just as she turned and bent over, her last remaining white panties were also pulled down.

"Ah... This can't be!"

Her full white breasts, slightly revealing her obscene valley, swayed from side to side.

"What a beautiful ass, it's a little dazzling."

Yuzo's erect penis swayed between his legs, and at the same time, with nimble movements, he
pulled off Mihoko's skirt, pantyhose, and panties from her struggling body. At this moment, her shoes also came off, and there was nothing left to cover
Mihoko's lower body.

"No!..."

When Mihoko's lower body was freed, she kicked her legs, trying to prevent Yuzo from succeeding. Yuzo's lecherous
eyes were fixed on Mihoko's exposed inner thighs. Beneath her snow-white belly was a patch of dark pubic hair, and below that
, a fleshy slit.

"I see Teacher's vulva... I can't hold back anymore!"

Excited to the extreme, Yuzo pressed down on the desperately resisting Mihoko. Although Mihoko pushed
Yuzo away slightly, she was immediately completely subdued again.

Yuzo's hand moved upwards from her inner thighs, the sensation making Mihoko tremble, and she
struggled to escape. Just then, the many cushions piled nearby collapsed, hitting Yuzo, and Mihoko
took the opportunity to try to crawl away from them. But Yuzo immediately grabbed her legs and pulled her back.

"Teacher, don't make things too difficult for me!"

Yuzo turned Mihoko's body around and pressed down on her again. This time, he immediately guided his burning
penis to the woman's most secret valley.

"Ah...no...no...ah..."

Completely exhausted, Mihoko no longer had the strength to push Yuzo's body away. In
her fear felt the strange, hard, masculine pressure pressing against her virgin entrance, a place untouched by any man.

But in reality, Yuzo wasn't exactly skilled with women either. After struggling for a while,
he couldn't penetrate the dry, unresponsive flesh. Therefore, assuming lubricant was needed, he began to touch
her labia. Lacking gentleness, this only evoked disgust in Mihoko, though she
did .

When his fingers broke through the folds and touched the most sensitive part, Mihoko felt an unbearable burning sensation and
twisted her body with all her might. This reaction probably stimulated Yuzo, who began to focus his fingers on the small mounds of flesh.

"Ah...no...no..."

Words failed her. In her mind, filled with humiliation, past events
flashed through Mihoko's head like a revolving lantern.

Mihoko's father was a senior employee of a trading company. When she was in her second year of junior high school, he was sent
to work , where Mihoko studied until her first year of university. Initially, she disliked living in a foreign country where she couldn't speak the language.
However, she met a teacher who completely transformed her life in America. This teacher was an elderly, divorced woman named Lily
. Through Lily's dedicated efforts, Mihoko began to speak English. From then on, Mihoko
developed the idea of becoming an English teacher. When she returned to university in Japan, she became even more
certain of this desire.

Finding a teacher was initially very difficult; there was a time when she almost gave up. But finally, through her father
's connections, she decided to teach at Seito School, full of hope, and reported to the school.

However, less than a month later, such a tragic fate befell her. Who could have foreseen this?

"Yamada-kun, please don't do this!"

Mihoko resisted with her last ounce of strength. But Yuzo, holding Mihoko's head,
skillfully controlled her body with his knees inserted between her legs, licking her full breasts with his tongue while
playing with her clitoris with his fingers.

"Teacher's breasts are so bouncy, so beautiful."

"Ah! No... no... no..."

Yuzo's fingers attacked the woman's two most sensitive areas simultaneously, causing her body to gradually heat up, with
an indescribable itching sensation spreading throughout her lower body. Yuzo sensitively noticed from her erect clitoris that Mihoko's
arousal had increased, so he expanded the range of his finger movements.

It turned out that she had secretly hoped for something romantic to happen, but now she was going to lose her virginity in this way...
It was truly regrettable.

Mihoko began to blame her fate. But contrary to her previous feelings,
nectar , something she couldn't control.

After feeling the warmth on his fingers, Yuzo boldly parted the petals and inserted his fingers deeper. Mihoko
instinctively tried to squeeze her thighs together. However, with Yuzo's knees in between, they were instead spread apart.

"Look! Teacher's juices are flowing too,"

Yuzo said smugly to Mihoko, while suddenly inserting his fingers even deeper.

"Ah!"

Mihoko cried out softly, her brows furrowing, her toes lifting, and her legs trembling slightly.

"When you do this... does it feel good, teacher...?"

The fingers inserted into her petals rotated like a stirring rod. The petals, opening in the wetness, involuntarily
tightened around the unreasonable intruder.

"Ah... no... no..."

Mihoko's upper body was stiff and unable to move, trying to cut off all sensation. But
the fingers moving inside her body made it impossible for her not to feel. At this moment, Yuzo's body began to move downwards.

"I want to take a closer look at what's going on here, teacher."

Before he could finish speaking, Mihoko's legs were lifted, into a very lewd position.

There was a fleshy slit in the center of her thighs, and something was shining through it.

"Ah... no!"

Shame made Mihoko arch her upper body and strain her legs. But Yuzo placed her legs on his shoulders, preventing
her from using her strength. When she twisted her body to escape, she was pulled back forcefully, resulting in her body folding over.

"Please... don't do this."

Mihoko thrashed her head and shoulders incoherently. However, her folded body
couldn't stop Yuzo's attack; she remained in a position exposing her erogenous zones.

"Ah, this view is unbearable."

Yuzo, seeing the pink cleft, breathed excitedly, bringing his nose close to the secret crevice. Her hands gripped her thighs tightly,
a peculiar sensation arising in her most sensitive area.

"No, I hate it... don't..."

Shame instantly turned into pleasure, but then that pleasure transformed into the expected ecstasy.

"Ah, this must be a mistake,"

Mihoko thought for a moment, wishing it were a dream. But all she saw was a pile of dusty mats,
vaulting boxes, basketballs, and a pile of judo tatami mats... Undoubtedly, it was the gym equipment
room, and now Mihoko was about to be raped by her student.

"No, this absolutely cannot happen."

Mihoko, in a fit of rage, grabbed a feather net from near her head and hurled it at Yuzo's head, who was attacking her
groin . The unexpected attack forced Yuzo to lift his head. As he removed the net from his head, he seized the opportunity
to twist his body and crawl towards the doorway.

Her full, firm breasts gleamed alluringly under the pressure.

"Escape is impossible."

Dropping the net, Yuzo quickly pulled down his trousers and underwear, exposing his genitals, and pounced on Mihoko. For
Mihoko, this was her last hope for escape, but before she even reached the doorway, Yuzo easily
caught her.

She thought that if she screamed, someone might hear her… but
if she were discovered like this, she would become the laughingstock of the entire school.

"Don't resist, isn't your body already soaking wet?"

Grabbing Mihoko's waist, Yuzo began licking her honey-scented
petals . "Ah... Help me..."

Mihoko twisted her hips, trying to shake off Yuzo, but Yuzo grabbed her two mounds of flesh, spreading them apart to their limit,
and then began to lick her widened secret valley frantically.

"Ah... No... Don't..."

The sensation of her sensitive flesh being licked by his tongue completely confused Mihoko. Humiliation, shame, and
pleasure mingled together, racing through her body, making it difficult for Mihoko to maintain a normal state of mind.

Just then, she heard the noon bell ring in the distance. There were still twenty minutes until the end of the fourth period. As
if urged by the bell, Yuzo raised his upper body and, in the same position, pressed his hard member into the narrow
opening.

"I can't do this... I absolutely can't..."

Mihoko kept twisting her hips, trying to escape, but her waist was held tightly by Yuzo, and she couldn't move.

"Ah... I'm finally going to lose my virginity..."

Mihoko lowered her head resignedly, her whole body stiff as iron.

"Hmm..."

Hearing what sounded like panting behind her, a tearing pain shot through her lower body.

"Ouch..."

Mihoko gripped the floor tightly with both hands to endure the intense pain. She clearly felt the thick, hard penis
entering her. For Mihoko, experiencing this for the first time, it was a terrifying, trembling sensation.

The trembling intensified as Yuzo began moving his penis back and forth. Mihoko seriously wondered if her
vagina would tear. But that was only at the beginning. As the penis moved in and out of her, the
intense pain gradually lessened.

"As expected of you, teacher, this place is so tight, it feels like it's being sucked in. Teacher, are you
feeling pleasure too?"

The insertion became smoother, and Yuzo's movements quickened, the sounds of his body hitting Mihoko's buttocks increasing
in frequency. Of course, Mihoko wasn't in the mood to feel any pleasure; all she could think about was
getting out of this situation as soon as possible.

Because Yuzo's thrusting was so intense, Mihoko almost fell face-first to the ground several times, but she always
managed to end up lying face down. At that moment, Yuzo nimbly turned Mihoko's body around and
continued his assault in a normal position.

Mihoko felt that this position allowed for deeper penetration, and she discovered that even this slight difference
could trigger a deep, itchy sensation within her body. Once this feeling arose, it intensified with each thrust, and she began
to experience what was probably what was called pleasure. She couldn't help but want to moan.

However, the hot-blooded aggressor had no mind to feel her partner's pleasure; he only
sped up his thrusting. In less than two or three minutes, she made the same sound, her body convulsing.

"Ah... I'm going to cum... Teacher... I'm going to cum..."

With Yuzo's cry, it felt as if something exploded inside her body. Yuzo began to press weakly against Mihoko
. His penis swelled intermittently, each time releasing hot fluid into Mihoko's womb.

At this moment, Mihoko felt the swelling pleasure cease, and an overwhelming emotion swirled within
her at the end washed over her, and Mihoko lay there
motionless, like a dead person.

Shortly afterward, there was the sound of Yuzo's body leaving, as if he were putting on his trousers.

What to do? Just let the student who raped her get away with it? Should she report him? To whom? The police or the principal?
No matter who she tells, once she does, the scandal will quickly spread throughout the school, and students, teachers,
and even parents will look at her with curiosity…

Unable to decide, Mihoko kept her eyes closed.

“If you want to report me, report me to whoever you want.”

Leaving these words, Yuzo left the equipment room.

Chapter Two: A Girl's Screams Echo in the Church

These past few days, Tatsuya had found Mihoko's attitude strange. In the past, she would greet
him with but now she was avoiding him, and her complexion seemed rather unpleasant.

Tatsuya wondered if she was doing this on purpose because she was afraid he would ask her out. But judging from her
behavior in the staff room, she wasn't just treating him this way.

So, what was the reason…?

As an admirer of Mihoko, he was very worried.

Today was Friday. This was supposed to be the day to decide whether or not he could go on a date with Mihoko. He often talked about
making progress , but when it came to his own affairs, Tatsuya's heart would pound.

During lunch break, Mihoko finished eating and stood up to leave the staff room. Tatsuya, not wanting to miss the opportunity,
followed behind.

"Ms. Nishijo,"

he greeted Mihoko in the corridor leading to the library. Mihoko stopped and turned around, her silhouette beautifully silhouetted against the
backlight .

"You're so kind, going to the library to read?"

"Oh...yes..."

Mihoko replied, averting her gaze as she continued walking, with Tatsuya following beside her. Today, Mihoko
also had an aura that kept people at a distance. Tatsuya hesitated slightly, but still decided to bring it up.

"About what we talked about on Tuesday...tomorrow is Saturday..."

At this point, Mihoko suddenly stopped him.

"I have something to do tomorrow, I'm very busy now, sorry."

"..."

Tatsuya stood there blankly, watching Mihoko's retreating figure.

During the time when students were heading home after school, a female student walked towards the chapel. She was Tachibana Ayari, a student in Class 3-B, considered
the most .

The church's pastor, Uchimura Masayoshi, finished his afternoon prayers and returned to his room connected to the chapel to rest when
he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

came the self-controlled voice befitting a clergyman.

"I'm Tachibana Ayari."

"Come in."

The door opened, and Ayari, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a school uniform, walked in. Her large, round eyes and
long shiny black hair made a strong impression.

"Come here!"

Urged by Masayoshi, who was dressed in clerical robes, Ayari walked to the desk by the window,
took , and handed it to Masayoshi.

"This..."

"Was it going well?"

Masayoshi's eyes gleamed strangely.

"Yes, yes..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Grandma."

After handing over the camera, Ayari immediately turned to leave.

“Wait a moment.”

Zhengyi said, standing up, closing the window, and sitting down again. Perhaps because his hair was
thinning , his forehead appeared particularly large, and his sharp eyes gave an impression of intelligence.

Yali immediately looked uneasy.

“Director, please let me go home today! I have important matters to attend to.”

Zhengyi was the Dean of Studies at Shengdu School. And not just any ordinary director. The students considered him a very
kind teacher who was willing to discuss matters with them. The parents considered him a person of high moral character and prestige. But
for some reason, Yali saw fear in the director's eyes.

“What are you afraid of? Your sins are not yet atoned. Come here!”

The director's voice was completely calm.

“Director, please forgive me!”

Yali pleaded, bowing deeply, her expression very earnest.

“Aren't you afraid that everyone will find out about that?”

Yali's face immediately turned pale.

It happened four months ago. Yali had stolen books from a bookstore near the school. It wasn't that she didn't have money; it was just that
stealing books was a popular topic among her classmates, and she wanted to try it too, but she was unlucky and was caught by the bookstore staff.

The bookstore owner immediately called Masayoshi Uchimura, a prominent figure at the school. After Masayoshi's enthusiastic persuasion,
the bookstore owner readily agreed not to pursue the matter, and the affair ended peacefully. Because it prevented her parents from finding out,
Ari was very grateful to the headmaster, but little did she know there was a trap. One day, after being summoned to the chapel,
the headmaster, using the pretext of stealing books, raped her.

From then on, Ari was frequently summoned by the headmaster to be the object of his sexual desires, now practically like a secret
mistress.

"Now, the penis God gave me wants your lips. Don't say anything unnecessary, come here!"

Resistance would obviously provoke the headmaster's anger. Ari reluctantly walked around the desk and stood in front of
the headmaster .

"Good girl, God will forgive you soon."

The headmaster picked up the remote control on the table and pressed the switch. With a click, the door locked;
the lock on this room could be controlled remotely.

“But your breasts are just too cute, so cute I want to bite them. You must be popular with men!
What a sin.”

The headmaster took the schoolbag from Yali, who was standing there with her head down, and stood up. Then he picked up the pointer he used in the classroom
and began to lift Yali’s skirt with the tip. Her cute knees began to appear, and slowly her rounded
thighs —long, beautiful thighs.

Just as her underwear was about to be exposed, Yali suddenly pressed her skirt down with both hands.

“Teacher, I don’t want to do this anymore, please spare me…”

she pleaded, her big eyes filled with tears. But the headmaster’s expression didn’t change at all. He simply raised
the pointer in his hand. With a crack, it struck the back of Yali’s right hand, leaving a clear, bright red welt on her snow-white skin.

“I am God’s messenger. To defy me is to defy God.”

Based on her past experience, Yali knew very well that the God the headmaster spoke of was a very lewd and violent god
.

She still vividly remembered the first time she was raped by the headmaster. The usually gentle headmaster had suddenly
changed , lunging at her with a beast-like roar. The drastic change terrified Yali, leaving her
powerless to resist. Now, that fear resurfaced in Yali's mind.

As Yali lowered her hands in shame, as if waiting for her to do so, the pointer immediately lifted her skirt,
revealing snow-white panties. They were bikini-style panties, the mons pubis slightly raised, looking incredibly alluring,
with what seemed like caterpillars wriggling on her thighs.

"Wear your cute panties as always. Now take them off,"

the headmaster said, his nostrils flaring as he spoke. Whenever she saw him like this, Yali would get
goosebumps all over.

She was truly unwilling to accept this, wondering when she could stop being the headmaster's plaything…

Countless times she had thought of running away. But the headmaster's threatening words kept replaying in her mind—that she would
expose his book theft and hand him over to the police—so she never dared to actually take action.

"Your skin's itching again, isn't it! I'll shove this pointer into your asshole!"

The director's tone suddenly turned lewd, and Ya-li trembled with fear.
His attitude would change drastically without warning if he was even slightly dissatisfied or excited. Sometimes Ya-li even wondered if the director had
a mental illness. In such situations, it was crucial not to resist. When Ya-li reluctantly began to take off her underwear,
a smile immediately appeared on the director's stiff face, and his tone returned to gentleness.

"That's right. If you behave, good things will come soon. After taking off your underwear, pull your skirt up
to your waist ... That's right... a little higher... Very good."

Ya-li's lower body was completely naked.

This seemingly respectable director, once you peel back the layers, is even more lecherous than the average person. She
wondered what everyone would think if they knew...

Ya-li considered telling her classmates about the director's behavior several times, but she knew it would affect her, so she didn't.

Although only seventeen, Yali's genitals already possessed the full maturity of a woman, exuding a fresh beauty.
If there was any trace of girlishness, it was only the growth of her pubic hair. A small tuft of hair in the center of her mound of flesh,
seemingly clustered together, looked incredibly cute.

"So beautiful,"

the director murmured, suddenly pulling up his clothes, his pants bulging high.
As he unzipped his zipper and then his underwear, a stiff, erect penis sprang out, pointing skyward. It was a massive
penis that would surprise even a man.

"Alright, alright, don't get so excited,"

the director chuckled, a strange laugh that sometimes accompanied his arousal. He then used his left hand to hold the penis, spat on his right
palm , and smeared it on the erect, purplish-red glans.

Yali knew, of course, what the director was about to do next: he would force her into the most embarrassing position, looking deep into her
body . Then he would demand oral sex...

Just imagining it made the hairs on her body stand on end. But Yali knew there was no way to escape.

"You should know what I'm asking for, so stick your ass out!"

The director's hobby was making her stick out her bare buttocks so he could carefully examine her vulva from behind. Yali's face was already flushed.
She turned around, placed her hands on her knees, and slowly bent forward, essentially presenting her buttocks directly to the director
. If she dared to resist, she would be severely punished.

This was the most humiliating moment for Yali, and also the moment when the director's lust was at its peak.

"Hehe, lift your buttocks high, push with your legs, make your hole open too. Very good, hehehe."

The director's hot breath fell on her round, gaping buttocks. The overwhelming shame almost made Yali faint.

"Your buttocks are always beautiful, elastic, like pudding. Pink petals,
I'm almost drooling. The other hole seems very clean too. Let me smell it, it smells like soap..."

This man was truly filthy... Feeling the director's hooked nose pressed against her anus,
a strong sense of guilt made Yali tremble.

"Does it itch...?"

The director's head left her plump buttocks, simultaneously flicking his hand across the snow-white mounds, then
moving upwards along the valley between them.

"Ah... Teacher..."

Her plump buttocks swayed from side to side.

"Hey! Don't wiggle your butt."

Before he finished speaking, the director's fingers parted the delicate petals, revealing pink mucous membranes like a
blooming red flower, with the lovely tender flesh in the center appearing.

Ah... This shameful thing, she didn't want to happen again...

Yali's heart was filled with the desire to escape. But escaping was useless; she could only endure the humiliation and
remain there . Yali's long legs began to tremble.

“This is wonderful, my little one is starting to tremble too. Now, as usual, you should serve me with your mouth!”

Yali turned to face the director, kneeling between his legs. Before her was a black,
gleaming penis.

“Looks quite powerful today! Since it hasn’t been used for the last two days, you’d better lick it carefully.”

He had probably touched it himself; dew was already visible in the groove at the tip. When she leaned closer, she smelled
a pungent odor. The crown at the front was enormous; it always filled her with dread. Yali
closed her eyes and quietly stuck out her tongue.

“Hehehehehehehe…”

When her tongue touched the glans, the penis vibrated, and the director made a gurgling sound in his throat.
Yali had been taught how to give a blowjob many times. This director was the one who loved licking his male
symbol. Yali’s tongue licked upwards from under the glans, tasting a salty flavor. She wrapped her tongue around the tip of the penis,
simultaneously drawing circles with it.

"That feels good, you've improved, I haven't wasted my time teaching you."

The penis he had been holding was now in Ya Li's hands, and he placed his hands on her
head , his fingers playing with her glossy black hair. Ya Li began to lick the engorged head of his penis incessantly, her tongue
moving towards the tip.

"Right there... use your tongue, just licking isn't enough, you have to suck like you're kissing!"

Even during intercourse, the headmaster seemed unable to shake off his teacher's inherent flaws, constantly scrutinizing every movement.
Instructions. She had to obey his instructions faithfully, or she would displease him, so Yali had no choice but to comply.
She gently pinched the glans between her lips, making soft sucking sounds.

"Ugh...hehehehehehe..."

The director became excited, leaving his erect penis in the female student's mouth, bending his upper body slightly forward, reaching down
to pull down her bra, and then grasping her breast. This was also the signal for Yali to begin the next stage. Yali spat out the glans,
bending her upper body further down, licking the ugliest part of the scrotum hanging below the penis with her tongue.

As if responding to Yali's tongue, the hand grasping her breast began to knead it, while the other hand continued to stroke Yali's
hair.

The wrinkled labia, glistening with saliva, began to shine. Yali had almost vomited the first time she kissed there,
but now she was used to it and didn't feel particularly strong aversion. However, the feeling of her tongue licking there was definitely not
pleasant.

"Your breasts seem to have gotten a bit bigger, probably because I've been stroking them. You should thank me,
hehehe ."

"Ah..."

Yali sighed deeply as her most sensitive nipples were pinched, her whole body tensing up.
Noticing pressed even harder on the pink mounds. A jolt of pleasure shot from her chest
to her head. Yali, experiencing the same electric sensation, moved her tongue from her vulva to the dark penis.

"You're neglecting the tip again. I always tell you to consider the whole thing."

As her breasts were gripped forcefully, Yali hurriedly licked the tip of the penis. Then, she smeared saliva on her palm and
caressed the penis like she was stroking a baby's head. At this moment, the director seemed to reach his peak of excitement. He pulled his hand away from Yali's
chest , took off his clothes, thrust his hips forward, and leaned back in his chair.

Yali could see the director's penis from below; it gleamed strangely with saliva and appeared unusually
swollen.

The thought of having to hold that thing in her mouth, making it difficult to breathe, filled her with anguish.
Yali was also somewhat aroused by the continuous stimulating activities she had been engaged in.

"Suck it well in your mouth,"

the director said with a smug smile, his stomach heaving. Yali looked at him with a hint of hatred
, grasped the erect penis hidden in the pubic hair, and slowly pushed the engorged glans into her mouth, letting out a deep, seemingly
comfortable sigh as she tilted her head back.

The director's penis was enormous, almost splitting her mouth open, and very long. Yali's mouth
wasn't particularly large, so putting such a huge thing into her mouth was a difficult task. But the director wouldn't be satisfied until
he reached the base of the penis.

He moved it up and down a few times, then pushed it deep into her throat, the tip touching the mucous membrane.

At that moment, the director made his characteristic sound and began to thrust. Yali then
coordinated her mouth movements, tightening it as much as possible.

When breathing becomes extremely difficult, it transforms into a sensual stimulation—something Yali had
learned , which is why she could endure the pain of her throat being blocked. Partly driven by a sense of recklessness, and partly in pursuit of even
stronger stimulation, Yali began to vigorously rub the penis and lick it intensely with her tongue.

"Hey, don't suck like that. I've told you many times, you need to gradually increase the stimulation."

Yali easily forgets when excited, while the director prefers to slowly hold it in his mouth. Yali had to
slow down her movements, starting to stimulate the area between the director's perineum and anus with her fingers.

"Oh, good... it feels so good to have your nipples touched like this."

While holding the penis in her mouth and moving the head upwards, she couldn't help but speed up, occasionally only holding the tip
in her mouth, rotating her tongue like she was sucking on a candy ball. At this moment, when she vigorously stroked the penis, the director seemed
to hum , and his stomach began to rise and fall again.

"Now it's my turn to lick your nipples."

Before she finished speaking, he grabbed Yali's slender face with both hands, making her stand up, and without further ado, forced her to spread
her legs and sit on the chair.

"Ah, no..."

Forced into an unsightly position, Yali blushed crimson with intense shame, clenched her teeth, and turned her face
away again.

"Oh, it's bulging a lot now, it looks like honey will flow out soon."

Carefully examining her thighs, which were spread to their limit, the director used his fingers to probe
the cleft . The cleft parted, revealing the bud inside, the small fleshy labia glistening with honey.

"Ah, no... stop..."

On one hand, a feeling of hatred welled up inside her, making her want to cry, but at the same time, Yali felt her heart racing,
and there was an indescribable feeling.

"Now... taste it."

After the director finished speaking, his tongue moved along Yali's inner thigh. In an instant, Yali's whole body tensed up, and her
hands gripped the armrests of the chair tightly.

The director was indeed a lecherous man; the movements of his tongue were very subtle. He would never bite into
the flesh of the petals from the start; he would first slowly lick around the vulva, waiting until the other person's sensation reached its peak of excitement before attacking
the opening. Yali's body had now learned the director's technique. Therefore, his tongue merely
lingered near the inner thighs, and the nectar began to flow regardless of Yali's will.

"Ah, no... Teacher, not there..."

As his tongue circled from the inner thighs to the hairy area, rubbing back and forth there, Yali was already
out of breath , the lewd expectation making her petals itch. Involuntarily, she reached up to the director's head,
forcefully grabbing his thinning hair. That was also, Teacher... a hint to lick the opening faster.
As if receiving a signal, his tongue began to move downwards.

Yali held her breath, waiting for the moment his tongue entered the wet crevice. But the director, wanting to further
torment her, as he approached the slit, as if deliberately trying to dash Yali's hopes, he circled around to her right thigh and
licked the hollow there.

"Ugh..."

she gasped, shaking her lower body as if protesting against the director. Just then, a tongue suddenly
invaded her cleft.

"Ah..."

Caught off guard, Yali leaned back as far as she could, surrendering her secret valley entirely to the tongue.
The director, kneeling on the ground, soothed his erect penis with his hand while burying his head between Yali's thighs.
The impolite tongue, as if measuring the length of the cleft, moved up and down a few times before adding a rotating
motion .

The small mound of flesh quickly swelled, a sensation even Ya-li herself could feel. The tongue continued to rotate in
the center . The increasingly intense lust caused Ya-li's body to tremble violently, her hands gripping the headmaster's hair tightly.

At this moment, a soft, smacking sound came from Ya-li's thighs, and as if echoing that sound,
intermittent moans escaped from Ya-li's mouth.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Ya-li's secret valley, now glistening with the overflowing nectar and saliva, became a shimmering temple. Her
pink lips had turned completely red, the small flesh inside trembling incessantly. Ya-li was now caught in a vortex of
excitement , unaware that the headmaster had somehow tightened his embrace around her breasts through her school uniform.

At this point of excitement, whether she was a middle school student or the other person was the headmaster was no longer important;
the surge of pleasure emanating from her core made Ya-li gasp for breath and moan incessantly.

The headmaster squinted at Yali, whose upper body was clad in an innocent school uniform, while her lower body revealed her most sensual parts. He
raised his head, licked his lips, and gave a lewd smile before beginning to play with her wet petals with his fingers.

"Your breasts seem about to pee."

A thick middle finger made a smacking sound as it entered her secret cave.

"Ah..."

A wave of heat swept through her body, and Yali's snow-white throat trembled. The headmaster seemed to enjoy
her reaction, his fingers probing deeper, and honey-like fluid flowed down his fingers, some of it running down her perineum and
soaking into her blue skirt.

"Ah... so hot... I can't take it anymore."

Yali felt her body burning like fire, wishing she could extinguish the flames, but the headmaster's foreplay
usually continued.

After playing with Ya Li's body for a while, the director suddenly withdrew his fingers and brought his mouth close to her labia again,
this time flicking with the tip of his tongue, revealing the pearly protrusion. This surprise attack was enough to plunge Ya Li
into a hell of pleasure. Ya Li's round buttocks involuntarily arched, as if responding to the director's actions.

"Oh, ah..."

Even as Ya Li reacted intensely, the director continued the same stimulating actions without letting up. Especially
when he inserted his tongue into her slit and used the honey-slicked tip of his tongue to continuously flick her clitoris, Ya Li would
shake her head and kick her legs in the air.

Ya Li felt her temples vibrating, her eyes seemed to be seeing stars, and she could feel her labia opening and closing in
pursuit of her prey, but her consciousness was already hazy, and she didn't know what she was like.

"It's time to insert it, the second one is getting impatient."

Suddenly, she heard such a voice above her head, and at the same time, her body floated in the air. When she nervously opened
her eyes, she saw that the director had picked her up and was about to place her on the desk. At this point, no matter how he
manipulated her, she had no strength to resist, and Ya-li silently let him do as he pleased.

The most common position was doggy style, but the director enjoyed exploring various other positions.
He laid Ya-li down, placed a leather-bound Bible under her buttocks, and lifted her dark blue skirt.
Then he raised her legs high, completely exposing her wet petals.

Even though she knew it was obscene, Ya-li still felt a sense of anticipation, waiting for the director's member to enter her
body. It was always the same; what she initially felt so intense about now felt disgusted by her body,
but when subjected to his exquisite manipulation, her body would become limp.
She felt guilty about this countless times. But each time, the pattern was exactly the same.

Just then, she felt pressure in her sensitive slit. Looking up, she saw the director holding her left leg,
his hand gripping his genitals, trying to insert his glans into her opening. His hairy lower abdomen heaved, and
beads of sweat appeared on his protruding forehead.

Because the cleft was already wet, he felt no pain. But the director's thing was like a thick
bamboo , with rough nodes, so when the huge tip entered, it still created a strong sense of pressure.

"Ah..."

With a forceful thrust, after his penis pierced the delicate petals, the director began to pound and thrust angrily.

Chapter 3 The Smell of Rape After School

"Hey, Nakanishi, don't you think Ms. Nishijo has been acting strange lately?"

During lunch break, two male students sat under the shade of a tree in a corner of the Seito School campus talking. The
handsome student named Nakanishi suddenly became lively after hearing what the other said.

"Ichijo, do you think so too?" Ichijo,

who had a buzz cut, had a horse-like face. On the only decent part of his face, his nose, a pimple was sprouting.
Both of them were students in Class 3-B, and both admired the new English teacher, Nishijo Mihoko.

"She's not as cheerful as before, and her complexion is bad. I even saw her crying in the corner of the hallway once."

"She must be heartbroken!"

"What a joke, Ms. Nishijo doesn't have a lover, I've already asked around."

"You're so naive, I would never tell you something like that."

"That's true. If I had a lover like Ms. Nishijo, I'd do it several times a day."

"She must be so beautiful, those full breasts, that slender waist, that round bottom... Ah...
It really excites me... Let's rape Ms. Nishijo!"

"Nakanishi, you're not serious, are you?"

"Of course it's just a fantasy."

"A fantasy rape, that's interesting, let's do it!"

"First, we need to decide on a location."

"The teacher's apartment is the most suitable. We can say we'll ask her if we don't understand something. It'll be around nine o'clock, she'll
have just finished showering and come out wearing pink pajamas."

"Idiot, how could a teacher possibly come out in pajamas to see her students?"

"That's true. Then, how about jeans and a t-shirt?"

"Okay, okay. I've been wanting to see the teacher wear jeans for a while now. Her legs are so long, they must look amazing."

"After entering the room, the teacher brought us coffee. I heard her apartment is a two-bedroom, one-living room unit, which
means the bedroom is next door, with a bed... Hey, what do we do? Should we carry her to the bed,
or just...?"

"Ichijo, don't rush, let's enjoy our coffee first! Let's observe the teacher's life carefully while we're at it."

"You're so calm. People usually get an erection just seeing her, think about it! There's
Ms. Nishijo right next to us. She just showered, still smelling of soap, her hair is tied up, with some
strands falling loosely over her snow-white neck. And she's only wearing a t-shirt, her large, beautiful breasts swaying with her movements.
Ah, I couldn't resist, I went around the table..."

"Don't rush, please look first before you attack."

"Don't joke around, are you saying 'Teacher, please have sex with us'?"

"Of course not. Teacher, please, let us see your beautiful body! I want to
create memories of my youth, to etch them forever in my mind."

"That's nonsense, absolutely not."

"Is that not possible? Then I'll have to rape her. While I'm taking out my English textbook to ask, you hug her from behind."

"Okay. I'll hug Ms. Nishijo from behind..."

"Ouch!"

Ms. Nishijo twisted her upper body, trying to shake off Ichijo. But Ichijo held onto her breasts tightly and wouldn't let go. The teacher kicked
the table, knocking over the coffee cup.

"What are you trying to do!"

Seeing the teacher's clear black eyes glaring at him, Nakanishi hesitated for a moment, but a strong lust
immediately took over his heart.

"Teacher! I, I..."

Nakanishi pushed away the table, and although he was kicked several times in the stomach and chest, he finally managed
to grab . Because the two boys attacked together, the teacher was too weak to fight back, and
her clothes quickly fell off her struggling body.

"Just as I imagined, such a beautiful body. Look at her breasts, they're like balls, so comfortable to
touch ."

Ichijo immediately began to caress her breasts.

"Look at the teacher's panties, they're semi-transparent, and look how beautiful these hairs are."

Nakanishi's gaze was fixed on the teacher's thighs. They were panties with white lace trim, and through the thin
fabric, the dark pubic hair could be vaguely seen on her thighs.

“Ichijo, you have to hold me down tight, I want to smell my underwear. Excuse me, teacher,
can I smell this?”

“Fool! There’s no point in begging now, just hurry up and do it!”

Nakanishi hoisted the teacher’s struggling legs onto his shoulders and buried his head between her thighs.

“Don’t do this, Nakanishi! You’re still a class representative!”

“Don’t try to act all high and mighty anymore. Once you’re naked, your breasts are a woman’s too, I want to suckle
them .”

Ichijo, who had been grabbing her breasts, pressed his upper body against them and began licking her nipples. Nakanishi, with his head between her thighs, pressed
his nose against her underwear, smelling her scent.

“Ah, don’t do this…”

Teacher Nishijo’s resistance gradually weakened.

“Hey, Nakanishi, let’s switch places.”

Ichijo, who had been licking her nipples, suddenly picked up the teacher and threw her off the sofa. Even during this process, Nakanishi’s
head refused to leave his thighs. Ichijo panicked and grabbed his hair, forcing him away.

“Let me smell it too. Go touch your breasts! They feel so good.”

After changing positions, Ichijo quickly and roughly spread Nishijo-sensei’s thighs from under her panties, then lowered his head
and buried it between her thighs.

“Ah… no…”

Nishijo-sensei’s body almost fell off the sofa as she struggled. At this moment, Nakanishi used his body
to block her , trying to stabilize her body by pressing on her breasts from above.

Now, Nishijo-sensei’s beautiful naked body lay on the sofa. Her tied-up hair was loose, covering half of her face
, revealing her snow-white teeth through her half-open mouth.

Ichijo, panting heavily, frantically
licked her beautiful petals under the glossy black pubic hair. Her licked lips gradually changed shape, revealing the pink
mucous membrane inside.

At this moment, Nakanishi was extremely anxious. He slowly stroked her swollen breasts, desperately twisting his body,
wanting to see what the most mysterious part of the Nishijo-sensei he longed for looked like. But all he could see was Ichijo's
head and a patch of black pubic hair. Finally, he couldn't help but say,

"Ichijo, you should let me see too."

When Ichijo looked up, he saw a flower-like vulva stained with color.

"Great!"

He pushed Ichijo's head away, grabbed Ms. Saijo's thigh, and rushed towards the vulva.

Ichijo tried to pull Nakanishi away, but it was too late. Nakanishi frantically shook his head up and down, desperately
licking the woman's cleft. Seeing that he couldn't stop Nakanishi, Ichijo started to take off his clothes.

Ichijo's penis was exposed from his underwear, fiercely erect, his whole body flushed pink with excitement. After
exposing grabbed Nakanishi's blue sports shirt and forced his head away from Ms. Saijo
's crotch.

"I can't hold back anymore. Look at how hard it is!"

"How can you do this? Of course I want to do it too!"

"But I'm ready, I should go first!"

"No, I want to do it too!"

"What are you doing!"

Just as the two were arguing, Ms. Saijo got up and sat on the sofa.

"Oh no. This won't achieve our goal. Nakanishi, hurry up and hold the teacher down."

Nakanishi clicked his tongue and had no choice but to push the teacher down, pressing his face against her cleavage and inhaling
her sweet fragrance.

"Nakanishi, let me go!"

The teacher struggled, twisting her upper body, stomach, and thighs. Because of the fierce resistance, Ichijo couldn't
get into a penetration position. But he finally managed to get his body between her legs, completing the attack position he had longed for.
But this time, he couldn't find the target opening; his thick lower body just lingered between the valleys
. Not long after, he ejaculated with a silly cry.

"Nakanishi, how could you do this? I'm not the kind of person who ejaculates easily before achieving my desire. You
can't have such fantasies."

"No, Ichijo, you're too hasty. If you're going to rape, you should enjoy it. For example, let Nishijo-
sensei doggy style, and observe her carefully from behind. How about that? Seeing the teacher's naked buttocks is my
dream."

"You usually act like a saint, but I didn't expect you to be so lewd. Okay! We'll observe her ass carefully ."
"My butt hole, and then I licked it there... I think I'm getting excited."

"I've been hard for a while now."

The two sitting in the corner of the campus simultaneously pulled out their erect penises and began stroking them up and down.

Yoshimi Yoshimi, a student in Class 3-A, received a message yesterday from Shuichi Ryūmura, the biggest bad guy in the
school : "Come to the back of the campus sanitation ditch during lunch break tomorrow." Although she didn't know the reason for calling her, since it was Ryūmura,
there was no way she could get away with it. Yoshimi wanted to talk to her homeroom teacher, but she was afraid of arousing the teacher's resentment.
After hesitating for a long time, she still went to the designated place.

There was another boy there besides Ryūmura, a classmate named Masaya Noguchi.

"I heard that you rejected Noguchi's date. Noguchi is my good friend. You dare to embarrass my good friend...
I must make you agree today."

After hearing what he said, she did remember that about three months ago, he refused to go to the movies with her.

"But... I already have someone I like."

Her doll-like round face had turned pale. Almost instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest. "

I don't care about that. Will you agree to go on a date with Noguchi or not?"

After being coerced by the 180-centimeter-tall, 80-kilogram Ryūmura, Tomoe couldn't help but feel afraid. But
she would never agree to go on a date with an ugly boy. If she agreed to the date, he would definitely demand to possess her
body.

"..." "

Then let Noguchi have his wish right here!"

How could he say such a thing...?

A chill ran down Tomoe's spine, her body trembled, and she desperately tried to think of a way to
escape .

"No, I can't do this, it's too one-sided."

She thought of turning around and running away... but then she thought that she would probably be caught after running only a few meters.
So she dared not move rashly. She had heard that many students had been injured because they resisted Ryūmura.

"What do you mean one-sided! Noguchi wants to have sex with you, doesn't he, Noguchi!" "

Noguchi, with his acne-covered face that gave off a dull impression, grinned foolishly, revealing yellow teeth.
Although Tomoe had kissing experience in the past, she had always protected her virginity, intending to give it to the man
she truly loved. She would rather die than be taken by a man like Noguchi, but
what would be the consequences of running away like this?

"Hey, pull up your skirt."

An unexpected command was issued to Tomoe.

"Spare me..."

she pleaded, her face contorted with pain, as she slowly backed away.

"Dare to disobey me? Is your skin itchy?"

Ryumura seemed about to pounce. Tomoe felt frightened and had no choice but to pull up her skirt slightly,
revealing her cute knees. At this moment, Ryumura's lustful eyes gleamed, demanding she raise it further. Tomoe had no choice
but to pull it up a little more, revealing her full thighs and her lower abdomen encased in underwear.

"Oh? Looks pretty good! See! Blue patterned underwear. She definitely hasn't had any
experience with men."

Hearing Ryumura say this, Noguchi just grinned foolishly, staring silently at Tomoe's genitals. The saying "
if there's a hole, you want to crawl into it" probably refers to this situation. Overwhelmed with shame, Tomoe felt dizzy.
Her snow-white legs trembled slightly, revealing her current state of mind.

"Noguchi, take off her panties!" Noguchi

had been waiting for this opportunity and immediately went to Tomoe's side to remove them. Tomoe reflexively pulled down her skirt and
squeezed her thighs together.

"Please, don't do this..."

Tomoe began to resist, but couldn't hold out long. Ryumura had somehow appeared behind Tomoe and
embraced her from behind.

"Noguchi, I'll control her from behind, you hurry up and do it!"

At this moment, Noguchi's hands moved up her thighs, grabbing the waistband of her panties.

In that instant, a cool breeze blew in through the gap between her legs. After pulling off Tomoe's panties, Noguchi immediately
put his head under her skirt.

"Ouch!..." "..."

Yu Hui couldn't help but scream, but Ryumura's hand immediately covered her mouth. At this moment, Noguchi forced her thighs apart, and
his wet tongue crawled on her thighs.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to cum..."

A penis pulled out of his pants violently ejaculated milky white liquid.

"Hey, Ichijo, did you hear the woman's scream just now?"

Nakanishi, who had ejaculated first and showed a satisfied expression while tidying his clothes, asked Ichijo, who was still
convulsing .

"How would I know? You should understand that I don't care about that kind of thing."

Ichijo pouted unhappily.

"No, I did hear it. It seemed to be behind the purification tank, let's go check!"

Before he could finish speaking, Nakanishi had already started running.

"Nakanishi, you can't do this." "

Ichijo hurriedly tucked his still-soft penis back into his pants.
He was less than ten meters away from the purification tank.

Nakanishi knew there was a wall behind the tank, making it difficult to be seen. Peeking
over , he couldn't help but gasp. He saw a large man holding a struggling girl.

"Hey, Ichijo, look over there."

"Is anyone there?"

Ichijo, who had peeked out into the open space, quickly pulled back.

"Isn't that woman Tomoe?"

"It's Ryūmura! And there's someone else, sticking their head under Tomoe's skirt."

"What? Let me see... Wow! Her underwear is still lying there."

Ichijo licked his lips, seemingly envious.

"He's licking Tomoe's... thing. And Tomoe doesn't seem to want to... What?
Should we stop him?" “

But the other side is Ryumura, we might get beaten half to death.”

“Then, I’ll go find the teacher, you stay here and keep watch.”

Before he could finish speaking, Nakanishi had already started running.

“Hey, Nakanishi…”

Ichijo thought to himself that he really loved meddling, but when he turned around again, the situation had changed. The person who had been hiding their head
under the skirt was now peeking out.

Wasn’t that Noguchi? That idiot…

He and Noguchi were classmates in junior high school, and for a time they often hung out together.

"Noguchi, what should we do? Have sex, or have her suckle?"

Ryumura, with one hand covering Yu-hui's mouth and the other groping her breasts through her school uniform, angrily asked
Noguchi.

"I... I want her to suckle,"

Noguchi grinned maliciously.

Yu-hui thought to herself, how could I possibly do such a thing... The thought made her feel
uncomfortable all over, and she struggled desperately in Ryumura's arms.

"Did you hear that? He wants you to lick his breasts. Listen up, don't get any bad ideas. It's simple, just lick it like you would
an ice cream cone . Noguchi, what are you waiting for? Take your thing out!"

Noguchi hurriedly loosened his belt, pulling down his school pants and underwear together, immediately revealing a hard, erect penis.
Like his body, it was round and short.

Yu-hui was forced to kneel by Ryumura.

Why did I have to suffer like this...?

Although she was so angry she wanted to cry, she was helpless against two grown men. Now, she could only
obediently comply. To

make it easier for her to lick, Noguchi pulled his erect penis forward, presenting it to Yu-hui.
A filled her nostrils.

"This looks really ugly..." Yu-hui thought to herself. Of course, if the other person was a man she liked,
she might not feel this way. Because he was the kind of person who
would be unwilling to put something he'd never seen before in his mouth. "

I'd rather die than put that thing in my mouth...

" "Start licking him!"

Ryumura pushed Yu-hui's head from behind, and Yu-hui resisted desperately. At that moment, Ryumura pinched Yu-hui's nose,
and as she opened her mouth, struggling to breathe, Noguchi took the opportunity to shove the tip of his penis into her mouth.

"Listen to me, if you bite me, I won't forgive you!"

Ryumura said, twisting Yu-hui's left arm. Yuhui reluctantly relaxed her jaw, allowing the tip of
the penis to enter her mouth. Noguchi, already breathing heavily, showed a grateful expression and continued thrusting his shaft forward.

"You don't even know this? Let me teach you! Open your mouth wide and take it in."

Her left arm was twisted and very painful, but Yuhui had no choice but to accept it, opening her cute mouth into an "O" shape to allow him
to enter .

"After taking it in, you have to lick it with the tip of your tongue... You know how to do it, right? And it smells good, doesn't it!"

Of course, Yuhui had no time to enjoy the taste of the man's penis. Humiliation and anger, combined with
the strange stimulation, made Yuhui's hair completely disheveled. On the other hand, Noguchi seemed very happy, constantly humming through his
nose .

"Don't pretend to be a lady anymore, move your tongue faster!"

With her neck grabbed by Ryumura, Yuhui suppressed the urge to vomit and had no choice but to continue licking Noguchi's glans.

"The man's taste is not bad either!"

Ryumura's hand suddenly slipped under her skirt, initially moving along the cleft, but slowly penetrating deeper as it became wet.

"No! This can't be! This is too much..."

Although she twisted her hips, her strength was insufficient to remove the fingers that had entered the crevice.

While her attention was focused on her genitals, Noguchi took the opportunity to thrust his penis
in and out . When it reached her throat, Tomoe almost felt suffocated, but because her freedom was being controlled, she couldn't
spit out the penis. She could only groan and endure it, her face turning bright red.

Noguchi's thrusting movements quickened recklessly, and he made sounds like he had a fever.

"Ugh..."

Soon, the tip of Noguchi's penis suddenly opened, and a sticky, lava-like liquid gushed out intermittently. Tomoe
panicked and spat out the warm liquid that had accumulated in her mouth along with her sobs. But before she could even catch her breath
, she was suddenly pushed to the ground by Ryūmura behind her.

"Now it's my turn."

"Ah, please, stop..."

Tomoe cried and begged, but the other person was not one to give in. When he reached out and lifted Yu-hui's skirt, her round
buttocks were exposed to the sunlight. The valley hidden in the cleft of her buttocks, uncontrollably
glistening with the nectar of her desire, was proof enough.

"What a nice ass!"

Ryu-mura looked at the woman's cleft with satisfaction, then pulled down his trousers and underwear, revealing his menacing
weapon, and then, behind Yu-hui, slapped her buttocks as if checking for sensation. Then he grasped the base of his
thick penis, guiding it into the crevice of her buttocks, rubbing it up and down against the edge of her mysterious valley.

"Ah...no...don't do that!"

Yu-hui felt an indescribable agitation, involuntarily writhing her lower body.

"Oh? Is it comfortable? Pretending to be a saint, you're actually a lustful woman. This is the most sensitive
spot, isn't it!"

The head of his penis pressed against the woman's most sensitive clitoris.

"Ah..."

Yu-hui involuntarily writhed her buttocks, her hands flailing wildly at the ground. Noguchi, who had squatted down at some point, reached
inside her uniform and seemed to enjoy playing with Tomoe's breasts.

"Hehe, getting wetter and wetter, I can already pull up a line, I think I can insert it now."

Just as Ryumura took a breath, preparing to take the actual insertion position,

"Don't move, Ryumura!"

A sharp voice suddenly rang out.

"Ah... Oh no!"

Noguchi cried out in fright, looking up first. When Ryumura turned around, he saw Naruta, the teacher of Class
3- standing there.

"Damn it..."

Ryumura muttered as he stood up, pulled up his pants, and ran away for his life.

Chapter Four: The Female Teacher Imprisoned by the Headmaster

It started raining at noon. The golden cross of the small church, which usually shone brightly, looked
much dimmer today.

Mihoko hesitated as she arrived at the headmaster's room inside the small church.
Should or just go back like this...?

Initially, I was prepared to suffer in silence, thinking the emotional wounds would heal soon. However, as time
went on they not only failed to heal but worsened. Especially the thought of whether this silence would lead to
the same outcome... filled me with restless anxiety. After much thought, I decided to talk to the school...
She was discussing this matter with the most respected headmaster in the school.

Speaking out was tantamount to voluntarily exposing her shame, which made Mihoko feel distressed. But recently, her
feelings had reached a point where she couldn't help but confide in someone.

Just as she decided to knock on the door, it suddenly opened, and a girl walked out. It was
Tachibana Ayari from Class 3-B. When their eyes met, it was as if she had been caught doing something wrong; she immediately looked away, whispered
"Sorry," and ran away as if she were running.

"Oh, it's Ms. Nishijo,"

Mihoko saw the headmaster in a dark blue suit standing in the doorway.

"Headmaster, I have something I want to discuss with you..."

Mihoko regretted saying this immediately afterward; would it have been better if she hadn't said it? But having already said she had
something to discuss, there was no way to take it back.

"What is it? Don't stand here, please come in!"

"Hehe, she's finally here..."

Mihoko, of course, was unaware of the headmaster's ill intentions, and followed him into the room. At the headmaster's
instruction, she sat on the leather sofa. When she came to this school for employment, she also sat on this sofa during her interview with the principal.

Mihoko hadn't met the principal yet. Because of his advanced age and poor health, he rarely came to the school.
Therefore , the actual power of the school was entirely in the hands of the director. Some people even talked behind his back
that the director was manipulating the principal's absence from school. However, this person, who was respected at the school, was usually
the subject of criticism.

The director's eyes seemed gentler than usual, which reassured Mihoko. This person must understand my
troubles... Mihoko thought to herself.

"Is something difficult happening?"

The two of them were separated by the desk, and the director asked in a gentle tone. His slightly protruding belly and slightly
raised head perhaps gave people a sense of security.

"It's like this..."

Once she had to say it, she didn't know how to begin. But if she didn't say it now, she would definitely regret it later, so
she spoke with the determination of jumping off a cliff.

“I…I was raped.”

The principal’s thick eyebrows twitched, but he didn’t seem surprised. His overly calm attitude
only made Mihoko suspicious.

“Oh? Raped…who was the perpetrator?”

“A third-year boy.”

She didn’t want to say Yamada Yuzo’s name, but she didn’t intend to hide it either.

“Was it raped on school grounds?”

“Yes, in the gym equipment room…”

“Please wait a moment.”

The principal suddenly stood up, walked to his desk, took something out of the drawer, and came back. At that
moment, Mihoko had a bad feeling, and her heart began to race.

“Please look at this!”

The principal said, throwing three enlarged photos onto the table. Mihoko
gasped as soon as she saw the photos.

“Ah, this is…”

She could even feel her face turning pale.

“Judging from your expression, you seem to recognize the scene in the photos.”

It turned out that the photos were of Mihoko and Yamada entangled in the gym.

"How could such a thing exist...?"

Although she was the victim, she couldn't hide the shock in her eyes.

"A student witnessed what the breasts were doing. So he took pictures and sent them to me."

She remembered there was a small window in the equipment room; it was probably from there that they were peeping. But who was it? Cold sweat broke out on
Mihoko 's body.

"What happened to the breasts?"

"I'm just surprised..." "

I'm the one who's truly surprised. Because according to the witness, the breasts seduced the students..."

"How could such a thing happen? I was raped by Yamada Yuzo, it's true."

Mihoko was anxious about this unexpected development.

"I didn't believe it either, so I called Yamada in to ask him, and he also said he was seduced by the breasts..."

There was an undeniable force in the headmaster's tone. "No, that's fake! Absolutely fake.
I just received a letter saying I needed to discuss something, so I went to the designated place. Then... suddenly I was pulled into
the equipment room..."

Mihoko desperately tried to explain, but the more she tried, the more she felt like she was just defending herself.

"I really want to believe you, but we can't completely ignore what the students say. And look at this
photo. You don't look like you're in pain; you even look like you're intoxicated. How do you
explain this?"

Mihoko couldn't answer, and dared not look the director in the eye, so she lowered her head. She should have resisted then
... Such thoughts flashed through her mind, but what was the use of regretting it now? "Actually,
I was waiting for you to confess, but I can't lie."

A harsh glint appeared in the director's eyes.

"I absolutely won't lie. I really was raped by Yamada! Otherwise, call Yamada here right now and
ask him!"

"Calling him here is no problem. But Yamada will still insist that you seduced him! And the
witnesses said the same thing. How are you going to prove you were raped?"

Prove it? ... How could such a thing exist? Ah, what to do...

Clearly, she's in a disadvantageous position. She can't recall any physical evidence to prove she was raped.
Even the photos that could potentially serve as evidence only show scenes of intercourse after resistance has ceased, so as the director
said , they only disadvantage Mihoko and don't help her.

And who took those photos...? “Who is the witness? Please tell me, Principal.”

“That’s impossible. Teachers have an obligation to keep their students’ private information confidential. Of course, if you
file a complaint with the police, that’s a different story.”

The principal’s eyes lit up again, but there was an
air of amusement in seeing Mihoko’s distress.

If she filed a police complaint, it would inevitably go to court. In court, she would become the target of curious glances not only within the school but also in
the wider community . And there was no guarantee she would win. The more Mihoko thought about it, the more
trapped she felt.

"Right, this must be a trap set by someone. Isn't everything too coincidental?" "This is a trap, a trap to get
me. Isn't it, Director..." "

Ms. Nishijo, you can't say things without evidence. Such an explanation will make your position even more unfavorable."

"But, Director, this is going too far..."

Mihoko began to cry. The Director waited until Mihoko stopped crying before speaking.

"Everyone makes mistakes. I will try to handle this matter smoothly, so don't worry!
Now, I will absolve you of your sins on behalf of God!"

He said I was guilty, but what sin had I committed...? These words almost reached her lips,
but thinking that it might lead to the same result as before, she didn't say them. Besides, the Director
spoke very gently, so she had no choice but to obey his arrangements.

"Please follow me."

After saying this, the Director walked towards a wall entirely made of bookshelves. Removing a thick Latin dictionary
revealed a switch; pressing it caused the bookshelves to split open to the left and right with a mechanical sound, revealing a door leading to the basement.

“Lord, come here.”

Mihoko followed the director up the stairs, feeling extremely uneasy. It was like walking into
hell ; she cautiously descended the second or third step when a mechanical sound came from behind her. Turning around in alarm, she saw
the bookshelves automatically closing.

Coming down the stairs, she saw a sturdy wooden door. The director took a key from his pocket, unlocked it, and pushed it open
with a metallic scraping sound.

“Come in!”

Seeing the director's expression as he turned around, Mihoko felt a sudden shock. Perhaps because of the dim lighting
, the director's face looked terrifying. What did he want with her, bringing her to a place like this...? Mihoko entered

with a panic . The room lights suddenly switched on. The first thing she saw was a huge replica . The room was probably about five tsubo (approximately 3.3 square meters). There was a bed in the corner, one side of which was entirely mirrored, and a gray carpet on the floor. Mihoko thought the room was poorly furnished, and when she turned around, she gasped in shock at the sight of whips of various sizes hanging on the wall. “Surprised? Don’t be afraid. Those are whips used by teachers in the last century to punish students. Collecting whips is my hobby. I buy them every time I travel to Europe.” This hobby was far removed from the image of a moralist… Mihoko felt she was seeing another side of the director’s personality . This basement must also be a secret room. What was it used for…? Thinking this, Mihoko grew increasingly uneasy. The director closed the door and slowly turned to Mihoko. “Now, take off your clothes!” The director spoke with a perfectly natural expression. “What? You mean I have to take off my clothes?” Mihoko couldn’t believe her ears. He had said he wanted to eliminate sin, completely assuming he would pray with her. But now he wanted her to take off her clothes. “Yes, you must be naked. You have committed the sin of lust, so you must expose your body before Christ in repentance and prayer.” “No, I don’t want to do that…” Anxiety instantly turned into doubt. Because her parents were Catholics, Mihoko had often gone to church since childhood, but she had never heard of having to undress for prayer. “You seem to have doubts about me. But that’s understandable. Especially someone as beautiful as you has a strong sense of self… But don’t worry. Don’t underestimate me; I am also a proper clergyman and will not be seduced by a woman’s body. That’s why I’ve remained single.” The director’s gentle tone was reassuring. Indeed, a universally acknowledged moralist wouldn’t do anything strange in front of the crucifixion . There are many denominations of Christianity; perhaps this is a ritual to atone for sins… Even so, the idea of being naked still felt repulsive. Besides, I hadn’t committed any sin. “I don’t doubt the director, but please spare me, don’t take off all your clothes!” “Oh, is that not enough? It seems impossible for you to show your flesh?” The director grinned, revealing yellow teeth. “In that case, I’ll undress you!” He said, glaring at Mihoko. At that moment, Mihoko suddenly felt a chill down her spine and began to slowly back away. Just then, a chilling laugh echoed in the room. “Hehehe… You stinky woman, you get all high and mighty just because I’m being polite. In that case, I’ll peel off your elegant skin!” This man had completely gone mad. … The director’s sudden change left Mihoko bewildered. But she couldn’t just stand there dumbfounded. The director, his face filled with murderous intent, walked towards her. “No, no! Help!” Mihoko ran desperately. But in the cramped room, she was quickly chased to the location depicting the Crucifixion. “You can’t escape, ma’am. Now I’ll give you a good love!” His lewd laughter and beast-like eyes made it hard to believe he was the same person as that moralistic headmaster. And now, the person pouncing on her was none other than that headmaster. “No! You can’t come any closer!” Mihoko screamed. Being raped by a student and then by the headmaster was something she would rather die than accept. But the headmaster ignored Mihoko’s cries and pounced on her. “Don’t waste your energy!” The headmaster grabbed the collar of Mihoko’s dark gray dress, forcefully pulling her down and slapping her face repeatedly. “Ah!…” Mihoko felt dizzy and could only support herself with her hands on the ground. Seeing the headmaster’s abnormal behavior, she trembled with fear. The headmaster hugged Mihoko from behind, grabbing her breasts. “No, this can’t be!” Mihoko screamed, crawling forward. "Hehehe, go ahead and scream! This basement isn't afraid of you screaming, the sound definitely won't carry." The director unhooked the hook of her dress and pulled down the zipper. "Let me go..." As Mihoko struggled to turn her body to the side, the director suddenly reached his hand inside her collar.

“No, no… You’re a beast… a devil…”

Mihoko cursed and struggled. Before long, her dress had fallen off, leaving her only in
a petticoat . The director pushed Mihoko down forcefully, straddling her stomach.

“Hehehe, I didn’t expect your breasts to be so strong. Now’s your chance to struggle a bit more!”

He shook off Mihoko’s hands that tried to stop him. The director grabbed the petticoat and ripped it open, simultaneously pulling down her bra,
immediately revealing her breasts with their nipples pointing upwards.

“No, no!”

Mihoko screamed, her breasts trembling. Her shiny hair flew through the air before landing
on her beautiful face. Her snow-white throat trembled, and her red lips quivered incessantly.

“Heh, your breasts are much bigger than I imagined, hehehehe…”

After letting out a strange laugh, the director suddenly pulled down his zipper, unzipped his underwear, and pulled out
a penis . Veins bulged on the penis, and its head gleamed black, making it look terrifying.

No! "Don't look at that kind of thing..." Mihoko reflexively turned her head away.

"You seem startled. Probably from too much masturbation when you were young. My thing is twice the size of others'.
But you'll soon love it."

The director gripped the base of his penis, poking Mihoko's breast with the glans, or pressing it against
her nipple.

Ah, truly. Was he really the director everyone considered a moralist? Mihoko felt as if two
different personalities coexisted within him.

"Don't keep turning your face away, look this way now. Look, your nipples are starting to stand up."

Although struggling, as her nipples hardened from stimulation, the director deliberately swayed his thick penis from side to side,
beginning to play with the sensitive bulges. When her breasts were pressed against the lustful penis, Mihoko's snow-white
throat trembled. Soon after, a moan escaped from her red lips.

"Feeling better now? Your nipples seem to have gotten bigger too."

The director gripped his penis even more smugly, slapping it against Mihoko's breasts.

"Ugh...no..."

The director pinned Mihoko's arms down with his legs, preventing her from moving. Mihoko frowned, her
black hair cascading down her face as she shook her head from side to side.

"The more you say no, the more I want to tease you."

Thinking of something, the director spat on his hands, then smeared it on his penis, inserting it into her cleavage and squeezing it
between breasts.

"Hehehe, big breasts like this are amazing."

The director moved his hips back and forth, his penis moving back and forth in the tunnel formed by her breasts. At the same time, the director pinched her erect nipples with
both hands .

"Ah...I don't want to..."

It was an extremely stimulating act for Mihoko, but her heart was cold; she only felt
disgust.

“Don’t be surprised by this little thing. Now give me a hook punch.”

The glans emerging from between her labia pressed against Mihoko’s chin from below.

“It’s time to suck.”

“This man has no morals. He’s a man who serves God, how could he do such a thing…”

Ignoring Mihoko’s surprise, the director lifted his buttocks, pulled down his trousers and underwear, and his
huge testicles, covered by curly hair, swung like a pendulum.

I won’t let this kind of person do what he wants, absolutely not…

Mihoko instantly lifted her body and slammed her knee into the director’s protruding lower abdomen. Unexpectedly, the director’s
body fell backward. Mihoko picked up her high heels that had fallen beside her and threw them at the director, then stood up and
ran away.

“You can’t escape!”

The director got up and chased after her angrily.

Shaking her exposed breasts, Mihoko ran to the door, pushed it open, and ran up the dark stairs.
When the director emerged from the basement, Mihoko had already reached the top of the stairs. But she couldn't find
the switch .

Ah, what to do? She'd finally escaped here… What a pity…

Looking back, the hypocritical director was swinging his enormous penis, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Hehehe, you're a caged bird now, understand?"

"Please, let me go, I really am a victim,"

Mihoko pleaded, covering her chest with her hands. But the director wouldn't listen.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter anymore. From today onwards, you're my mistress. I'll satisfy your sexual desires,
hehehehehe…"

"It's over, this man has completely gone mad…"

Mihoko felt a sense of despair. She realized she hadn't seen through the director's true nature. But who would have expected such a mad side to someone so respected
by everyone ?

The director finally caught up with Mihoko, forcing her to sit on the steps and thrusting his hard penis in front of her.

"Hehehe, I enjoy women licking this thing more than eating three meals a day. I'll thoroughly train your breasts
; you'd better listen carefully."

The director grabbed Mihoko's hair, forcefully pulling her face up, adjusting the angle of his penis with his other hand, pressing
the golf ball -sized head against Mihoko's beautiful lips.

How annoying, something this big will split open in my mouth... Mihoko really thought so.
But the director was not one to show mercy.

"Hurry up and lick!"

He then poked her nose or lips with the glans. Mihoko had no way to escape, so she resigned herself to slowly sticking out
her tongue, trembling as she licked upwards from below the cleft.

"What kind of licking is this! At your age, you don't even know how to lick a penis! Open your mouth wide and
keep licking back and forth with your tongue."

Mihoko's hair was constantly being pulled, so she had no choice but to cover the glans with her mouth and let her tongue work. At this moment, she felt a salty taste on
her tongue .

"That's right... As expected of the teacher, you learn very quickly. Your mouth is full, isn't it satisfying to lick it!
Now you need to lick the shaft of the penis more."

Although she was extremely unwilling, she didn't know what the other person might do if she displeased them. Following the director's instructions, Mihoko
licked not only the crown but also the back of the glans and the shaft.
Soon the penis was covered in saliva, and at the same time, the director's breathing quickened. She grabbed her hair with her left hand and used her free
right hand to play with her breasts.

"It's not enough to just lick it. You have to suck on the glans... Hehehe, your saliva
is already flowing, so cute."

Mihoko really wanted to bite him. But she didn't know what kind of revenge she would get for doing that. Reluctantly,
she opened her mouth wide and took the glans of his penis into her mouth.

It was too painful, she was suffocating... Mihoko couldn't help but spit out the piece of flesh in her mouth. In
that instant, her nipples were almost pinched raw. She hurriedly took the thick glans into her mouth again and licked it desperately with
her tongue .

"Looks like I have to train you to open your mouth wide. You'd better open your mouth wide and let the glans go in deeply!"

That was impossible... Mihoko was so sad that she almost cried. But she didn't want to
shed tears for such a bastard. However, that thing was really thick and long. Soon she felt short of breath and couldn't
take it in deeply.

"When are you going to stop pretending to be elegant!"

The director seemed impatient, ruthlessly pulling Mihoko's face close to his penis.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The penis was about halfway in when Mihoko's mouth was completely filled. The pulsating rhythm of the penis sent waves
of sensation through her brain, giving Mihoko an indescribable, wonderful feeling.

"From now on, you have to move your head up and down!"

However, the thing in her mouth was too big, and Mihoko's mouth couldn't move smoothly.

"Never mind, I'll teach you how to give a blowjob later. Now lie down and turn your butt towards me!"

After saying that, the director pulled his penis out of Mihoko's mouth, forced Mihoko to turn her body around,
and then took off the dress that had been lifted up at her waist.

"No, no! Can you spare me now?!"

Mihoko wiggled her buttocks as she climbed three or four steps of the stairs, but the stairs ended
there. She had no choice but to turn over and sit back. By this time, her hair was completely disheveled, and her breasts heaved in time with her rapid breathing.
Her petticoat was already lifted up to her thighs, and through the beige pantyhose,

her white panties were faintly visible. "Hehehe, this woman really refuses to accept her fate. Want a whip?"

Hearing the word "whip," Mihoko thought of the many leather whips in the basement. Suddenly, she felt her
will weaken. Now she knew! The more she resisted, the more humiliation she would suffer.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, don't be rough with me!"

"Hehehe, you've finally begged for mercy, alright, stick your ass out high for me."

Seeing the imminent attack, Mihoko immediately turned her head away, sticking her ass out high.

Ah, Daddy, come save me... But her father was now across the Pacific Ocean, in a distant
country.

The director pulled her petticoat up even higher, completely exposing her raised ass, then, using a slapstick technique, pulled down her pantyhose
and panties, revealing her snow-white, smooth buttocks.

"This ass must taste delicious to lick. Stick it out higher, let me see your anus."

No, no... Why should I let such a madman play with me like this...?

Sticky sweat slowly seeped from Mihoko's body. Her anus was tightly closed from both sides, hidden in the light
pubic hair .

The director stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, carefully examining the depths of her buttocks, then used his middle finger, moistened with saliva, to
probe the length of her labia.

Ah, disgusting. He's touching me there... Just thinking this sent a huge shock through Mihoko's heart
, and she began to wiggle her round, sexy buttocks.

"It seems like this place is rarely used, the mucous membrane is so fresh, it looks so delicious it makes my mouth water."

The director's interest grew even higher, using his index and middle fingers to push open her labia, digging out the two petals hidden in the cleft with
his other hand. Mihoko felt a chill run down her spine from her buttocks to her back, causing her buttocks to tremble involuntarily.

"Hehehe, you're trembling. This hole opens and closes, what a beautiful sight. Take my finger in your mouth!"

With a soft "plop," a finger entered her body. Mihoko felt an almost unbearable surge of excitement,
exhaling the air stuck in her throat.

"Ah, ah..." "

Is it comfortable? Soon I will peel off your smug mask. Start moaning!"

The director's finger began to thrust in and out. The intense pain at first turned into a numbing pleasure, and a
wet feeling arose from within her body. Mihoko trembled at the obscene premonition.

The vulva, being probed by the finger, parted its petals to the left and right, and it didn't take long for it to shine
.

"Wet, starting to get wet, it's probably time to insert it."

The director suddenly stopped playing with his fingers, aimed his fierce penis at the cleft of her buttocks, and thrust his hips forcefully, penetrating her buttocks
.

"Ah..."

A splitting pain arose in her buttocks. The pain made Mihoko grip the wooden planks of the stairs tightly. However, this
was only at the beginning. As the friction between flesh decreased, the director grabbed Mihoko's buttocks with both hands
to hold them in place, and then began a long thrusting motion.

Ah, so powerful... Like the impact of a cannonball being fired into her internal organs, Mihoko was both terrified
and simultaneously felt her waist gradually enlarging and becoming more sensual.

"As expected of a rich young lady, your vagina is still so tight."

Enlarging the slit into an O-shape, the force of the insertion, bringing the petals in with it, was incomparable to what Yuzo had done a few days ago
. Each thrust increased the speed, and soon her entire body was soaking wet, making the thrusting motion almost indistinguishable.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore, I'm scared..."

Her body felt like it was on fire, her temples throbbed with pain, and she felt like she was seeing stars.
Mihoko began to worry that her body would change, and this fear made her scream. But
before she could reach climax, the director reached his peak first. With a scream, a large amount of semen sprayed onto the uterine wall.

Like someone being dragged away, when she returned from the basement bathroom after showering, the headmaster, already dressed, was waiting there
with a red bathrobe and a leather belt-like object.

"You look even more beautiful after the shower. I was thinking of doing it again, but I'll save that for later! Teacher will be
staying here ."

His cold words echoed in the basement. Mihoko was still terrified.

"You've bullied me enough! Please, have mercy on me!"

"There's no such thing as mercy, this is an order. From today onwards, you must be my secretary for the nights."
"I've been searching for a woman like Nai. This is practically the learning phase. Don't worry about Nai at school.
I'll get her the leave of absence paperwork done today."

Mihoko knew resistance was futile, but she felt helpless in the face of this unexpected turn of events.

The headmaster took Mihoko to the bed, and for some reason, took out an ointment-like substance
and carefully applied it to sensitive areas like Mihoko's vulva, anus, groin, abdomen, armpits, neck, and breasts. Then
he began assembling a belt in his hand. Only then did Mihoko realize it wasn't an ordinary belt, but a chastity belt.

After forcing the chastity belt on the resistant Mihoko, he told her to rest slowly before leaving the basement. As the
door clicked shut, Mihoko felt as if she had fallen into hell.

Chapter Five: The Basement is the Eighteenth Level of Humiliation.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." "

I heard a groan that seemed to come from hell, a sound that sent chills down my spine. It started
faintly , but gradually grew louder and clearer, until it became unbearable.

Mihoko suddenly opened her eyes; the groan was coming from herself. Her body burned like fire.
When she touched her neck, it felt slippery. Her mind was hazy, and she felt like she wasn't herself.

Her memories gradually returned. She was in the basement bed that the director had brought her to, wearing a red bathrobe, and
it seemed she had fallen asleep while crying.

What time was it? She couldn't guess because there were no windows.

There was intense pain inside her body. It was the chastity belt stuck in her labia. No, not only that, this unbearable
restlessness had inexplicably arisen, and her nipples had become extremely sensitive. She reached down and touched her inner thigh, there..."
It's sticky too. Why is it so wet? Could it be that ointment...? Mihoko remembered
the ointment the director had applied to her sensitive areas. Did it contain aphrodisiac ingredients...?
Thinking about it made sense.

When she focused on her whole body, she felt a stinging sensation in her stomach and breasts. Her nipples were red and erect,
probably due to the same thing.

In any case, the director was a cunning person... Mihoko tried to kneel on the bed to
calm herself down. But this only made the chastity belt sink deeper, amplifying her arousal, so she had to switch to a
side-sitting position.

It was hot, unbearably hot. She opened the neckline of her bathrobe, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her upturned nipples
looked like they were begging for a man's touch. She couldn't resist the temptation. When I gently touched her, a strong
sensation shot through my mind.

Ah, what's wrong with me? This is so strange... This is a feeling of restlessness I've never experienced before.
Being placed here in a state of excitement, and having my body covered in aphrodisiac ointment by the director, causing strange
changes in my body.

Because of the sweat, my breasts easily slipped, and when I lifted them up and gently stroked them, I felt an intense pleasure that almost made it impossible for me
to support my upper body. At the same time, I felt a desire to continue stroking my breasts.

Knowing it was wrong, I still tried to pinch my nipples. In that instant,
a pleasure that felt like my uterus was shrinking occurred in my vagina, and a small explosion occurred above my buttocks.

Ah, so good... Involuntarily, my right hand reached between my legs. My fingers touched a deep
leather belt, a chastity belt—why did the director put this on her? Now I finally understand.

Chastity belts were a design from the era of chivalry, created to protect the chastity of wives. It's said that later Christians
used them to prevent masturbation, and that's what the director's goal was.

The anxiety intensified when she realized she couldn't masturbate. Her lust grew increasingly intense.
Thinking she had to find a way, she looked down at her crotch and found a
urethral opening below the triangular band, large enough for a finger to pass through. Without hesitation, she inserted her index finger and played with her clitoris.

The stimulation of the clitoris fueled her desire. For the first time in her life, Mihoko
felt a genuine urge for intercourse.

Seeing herself in the mirror, her bathrobe completely open in the front, writhing in anguish, playing with
her clitoris and nipples, only aroused her further.

"It seems like you're enjoying it all by yourself."

Suddenly hearing a voice, she looked up and saw the director in his clerical robes standing there. She had probably been too focused to
hear him enter. Mihoko quickly closed the front of her bathrobe.

"No need to hide it." "Anyway, I already know what you want. Open your bathrobe and show me your breasts
!"

With a lewd smile, the director uttered these obscene words.

"Please remove this chastity belt!"

Mihoko, forgetting her earlier actions, glared angrily at the director.

"What do you want to do with it?"

"..."

Mihoko was speechless. He was truly a cunning man, probably intending to thoroughly torment her.

"Oh, is it something embarrassing that you can't say? Hehehe, I'll say it for you, you
want to masturbate, you want to insert your fingers into your wet vagina."

"Ah, don't say it..."

How vulgar those words were. Mihoko involuntarily covered her ears and curled up. At this moment, the director
approached the bed, bent down, and placed his hand between Mihoko's thighs, whispering in her ear,

"Actually, you have something more you want to do than masturbate!" “

No, no, I don’t want to hear it…”

Mihoko shook her head violently. The more the director said it, the more painful it became. The director’s
hand began to grope between her slick thighs.

“Hehehe, you’re already this wet. It must feel good because the chastity belt is stuck on your vulva!”

The director pressed his fingers firmly against the belt. His other hand had begun
to caress her breasts.

“Ah… no…”

The initial calm of her excitement was instantly replaced by his lewd hands.

“Your mouth says no, but your body says it needs it. Let me check how aroused you are!”

The director slipped his fingers through the only gap in the chastity belt and began to caress her erect clitoris.

“Ah, please spare me, I will…” "

The hands that were originally pressing on her ears are now holding her head, and Mihoko's body is arched.
The black leather belt is stuck between her legs, making her snow-white thighs look even more beautiful."

“Your body is already failing.”

The director began to gently flick her nipples with his tongue. This stimulation caused her barely maintained dam
to collapse .

“Director, please, come and do it to me…”

Abandoning all pride, she shook her head and hugged the director tightly. But the director pushed Mihoko’s body away with both hands.

“You seem to be much more honest now. So, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Ah… I want that, that, sex.”

Abandoning all shame, Mihoko, wanting to get the hot, throbbing penis as soon as possible, lifted
the hem of the director’s priest’s robe and reached inside.

“Hehehe, finally showing your true nature, you bitch. Don’t be so polite, just say
you want to penetrate!”

Mihoko no longer had the strength to play word games with him. You could say she was lucky, because
under the priest’s robe, the director was not wearing anything. When he reached in, he immediately felt an unusually hard lump of flesh, a rod-shaped
thing that trembled when he gripped it and kept pulsating. Mihoko abruptly threw off her bathrobe,
jumped off , and rubbed her pink face against the erect penis.

"Oh... you're quite excited. But this isn't for you yet. If you want
this , you have to kiss my ass first. When my asshole is kissed, I get very excited."

The director forcefully removed Mihoko's hands, lifted her clothes, and thrust her naked buttocks towards Mihoko.
Mihoko hesitated for a moment. But her body, coated with aphrodisiac ointment, obeyed her commands. Mihoko
forcefully spread apart the plump buttocks before her with both hands and gently licked the hairy anus with the tip of her tongue.

"Hehehe, that's great, it tastes good, doesn't it? Because I just pooped."

Hearing him say that, it did indeed have that smell, but Mihoko, her mind numbed by lust, didn't
care at all. Now, as long as she could arouse the director's lust, she felt she could do anything.
Urged , she concentrated her tongue on one spot with the force she could squeeze into the anus.

"Mmm...that's great. You've made great progress in just a few hours. And lick
his testicles !"

The director's testicles were dark and large, looking extremely ugly. Normally, even with
the strongest desire, she wouldn't want to put them in her mouth. But now, she felt no repulsion at all, which was strange. Mihoko licked down from
his perineum . She took the ugly scrotum into her mouth, licking its thick surface with her tongue, and reached forward
to grasp the penis, stroking it tightly.

"Mmm, so beautiful,"

the director said, wriggling his hips in pleasure. The other testicle, not in her mouth, swayed against her face, and
Mihoko made the one in her mouth swirl on her tongue. When she pressed hard with her tongue, the smooth ball would escape,
a sensation that made her feel incredibly happy. Soon after, secretions flowed from the tip of the penis, making her stroking
easier.

"Hey, put your finger in my anus!"

the director said, his breathing becoming particularly rapid. Mihoko, now
a robot , pressed her middle finger on her anus upon receiving the order. As she pushed it in
, she simultaneously sucked hard on the scrotum.

"Ah..."

The director's buttocks began to tremble. Mihoko intensified her manipulation of the testicles in her mouth while simultaneously
pushing . The director wasn't the only one excited; Mihoko herself, obeying orders
, was nearly fainting from excitement at having never experienced anything like this before.

"Stop messing with the testicles. This time, from the front... no, leave the finger inside the anus as is
, don't pull it out..."

The director groaned as he completely stripped off his clothes, reaching behind to grab Mihoko's hair, then
turning to face her, pointing his erect, throbbing penis at her.

Mihoko reinserted her finger, which she had already pulled out, into her anus from below,
licking upwards from the base of the penis, especially carefully licking the lower edge of the glans.

"Oh, hehehe... right there, that lower edge feels the best."

Mihoko looked up and saw the director's nostrils flaring. His eyes were vacant yet focused, completely
absorbed in ecstasy.

This expression gave Mihoko courage, and ignoring the pain of the pubic hair prickling her face, she licked the most sensitive area, from
the slit to the cleft, licking it up and down. Because she deliberately squatted, the chastity belt dug into her flesh,
sending intense pleasure through her. Copious amounts of fluid flowed out, running down her thighs, which Mihoko herself could
feel .

She opened her mouth as wide as possible, taking the tip of his penis into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. The director's hand gripping her hair
tightened, and his penis throbbed in her mouth.

Driven by instinct, Mihoko moved her lips up and down, performing oral sex. The fingers inserted in
her anus barely moved. Perhaps due to extreme excitement, his penis was
completely filled in her mouth, but she didn't feel any difficulty breathing. Unlike before, even when the glans touched her throat, she didn't cough.
The gleaming black penis moved in and out of Mihoko's mouth like a piston. Mihoko was intoxicated by
the friction.

But the director didn't let her enjoy it for long.

"Okay, that's enough... This will explode."

The penis was suddenly pulled out of Mihoko's mouth, leaving her feeling empty. But the director immediately made
her lie on the ground and began to remove the chastity belt, so she obediently let him do as he pleased.

When the chastity belt was removed from her vulva, Mihoko felt an indescribable sense of relief and
was deeply moved.

"Ah... Director..."

Her vulva, engorged and purple from the series of stimulations, and her labia, wet with vaginal fluid, seemed to be pleading with
the penis to open.

"Ah, the opening is fully open."

The director said, twisting his index and middle fingers around the panting labia, and Mihoko kept moaning.
Suddenly, both fingers were deeply inserted.

"Ah..."

Mihoko twisted her buttocks, still bearing the marks of her chastity belt, her upper body arched like a bitch's,
her black suddenly flying through the air before landing on her snow-white shoulders. She could even feel her vagina tightening around
the fingers inside.

"It seems her breasts are starving; they've already started to tighten."

The director's two fingers seemed to be digging and probing alternately, even adding thrusting motions. When he pulled them outwards,
bright red petals emerged, along with a large amount of nectar. His thumb massaged the clitoris incessantly.

The contractions inside the vagina quickly turned into spasms throughout her buttocks, causing Mihoko's buttocks to tremble uncontrollably,
her hands gripping the carpet tightly.

"Ah, please, Director, come quickly..."

"Hehehe, not enough... you'll get even more excited!"

He continued to stroke the clitoris, his two fingers twisting inside the love cave, the director still teasing Mihoko in this way.

The flowing nectar soaked the pubic hair, forming a trail down her thighs.

"Ah, I feel so strange... something's wrong, please help me, ah..."

Mihoko finally reached orgasm, her whole body trembling, shaking her head frantically, screaming incessantly.

At this moment, the director's fingers stopped, but seeing Mihoko sigh deeply and prepare to catch her breath,
he thrust them deep into her vagina again, bringing Mihoko to orgasm once more.

After repeating this several times, Mihoko was sweating profusely and panting. Only then did the director begin to penetrate her
.

"Ms. Nishijo, you understand a little bit of real pleasure now! But this is only the beginning."

The director grasped his penis, rotating the purplish-red tip around the wet opening, coating it with Mihoko's
fluids, before thrusting his hips forward, inserting his penis into Mihoko's slit.

"Ah..."

Mihoko felt as if the ground beneath her feet disappeared, then as if she were being thrown into the air,
screaming while clutching her head. It was a thrilling sensation she had never experienced before.

After deeply inserting his penis into her delicate opening, the director immediately began to twist his hips. The director's penis
made Mihoko feel as if it had reached her internal organs. With an immense sense of fullness, the tip constantly touched the uterine wall,
causing sparks of pleasure to fly from her eyes, and an electric shock sensation throughout her body.

"Oh, such a strong clamping force, it's like a pair of pliers."

The path to the uterus began to contract violently, clamping down on the rod-shaped flesh
. When this happened, the director would stop his hip movements and then change to a circular motion. This movement brought immense stimulation to Mihoko, creating
a fear that her internal organs would be ripped out.

Like waves crashing back and forth, the waves of orgasm surged through Mihoko's body countless times. Her
body now seemed to react solely to its own pleasure principle, and her conscious mind seemed to be leaving her body as well.

The penis relentlessly pierced through her fleshy opening. When her hairy lower abdomen touched her round buttocks, her juices
sprayed out, and Mihoko arched her back, emitting lewd sounds. Before long, Mihoko's hands were almost
too weak to support the weight of her upper body, and she could only lift her buttocks, her face and chest pressed against the ground. At this point, the director launched an even more
ferocious attack, accelerating the piston-like movements while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris with his hand.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore... What should I do? I... I'm going to die...
Ah..."

Mihoko reached her peak, her breasts flattened on the carpet. The friction and
stimulation of her clitoris instantly brought her to the height of orgasm, causing her eyes to roll back and she to faint.

The pain in her buttocks brought Mihoko back to consciousness.

She could think but couldn't move. Looking closely, she saw his hands raised high and bound with rope, his legs bent almost
against his stomach, tied to the iron railings of the bed in this position. Because of the sitting position,
his buttocks were thrust upwards.

Seeing the director kneeling there, Mihoko instantly understood why her buttocks were moving. Because the hard, bound
penis was about to be inserted into her anus.

"I don't want to! It hurts!"

As she tried to struggle, the rope under her knees tightened and dug into her flesh.

"Is your breast awake? Actually, there's no need to be afraid. Just bear with it for a little while, and you'll feel better soon."

The director said, sweat beading on his face. Her pale skin regained some color, and Mihoko felt as if she had fallen into
the deepest abyss.

"Please, spare me!"

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't act like a victim. You were enjoying it, weren't you? You can't
say you weren't."

The headmaster gently pressed his finger into the center of her petals, his finger quickly disappearing into the crevice.

"Ah..."

A swirling vortex formed in Mihoko's mind, causing her to involuntarily writhe. Although she didn't know
how much time had passed, the afterglow of pleasure still lingered in her body.

"Perhaps you don't realize it yourself, but your body is extremely sensitive to pleasure. For years I've been searching for
a woman like this. Mr. Nishijo, you're almost my ideal. In the future, for my sake, and even for this school,
I'll need you to be active. For that, you must first learn what I teach you well. I won't let you leave
here ."

What kind of talk is this? Does it sound like something a normal person would say? I came to this school to teach
English, but why am I doing things like a prostitute? Mihoko felt a surge of anger, but when
the director resumed his assault on her anus, she was immediately pulled back to reality.

"It's really tight, this anus. But... it's gradually opening up."

"Ugh..."

A splitting pain shot through her buttocks, slowly spreading down her back. It felt like her buttocks
were on fire. If her legs were free, she would have struggled desperately. The director had probably anticipated this,
which was why he tied her up.

He pressed down and pulled back, then pressed down again, and after several repetitions, the glans suddenly slid into her narrow
anus . A sharp pain made Mihoko forget she was bound, and she frowned and struggled. The ropes binding her feet
creaked as they pulled on the bed frame.

"No, I'll die..."

"It's alright, you won't die. This smooth feeling is especially wonderful, just bear with it a little longer!"

The penis pushed aside the resisting sphincter and continued to penetrate deeper.

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

"Doing it this way might make it easier for you to bear it."

The director continued moving his hips back and forth while stroking the clitoris with his hand. This didn't reduce the pain; instead,
it aroused an even more strange sense of agitation. However, when the director penetrated to a certain extent, once he withdrew and then
inserted again, the pain had lessened considerably.

"It's getting easier and easier; you're starting to feel some pleasure, aren't you?"

To call it pleasure would be grammatically incorrect, but the intense stimulation was undeniable. It was more
fulfilling than the sensation in her vagina, like an electric shock to her brain. This shock, combined with the sensation in her clitoris,
gradually created a vortex of pleasure within Mihoko's body.

The director's buttocks began to rotate, each thrust becoming smoother, eventually turning into a trembling motion.
Mihoko felt her body split in two, terrified of incontinence.

"Ah, no. No... what do I do..."

The sensation of her buttocks slipping away gradually spread to her waist, drawing her into the vortex of numbness, and the ceiling began to spin.

"Hahaha, this looks like a spoiled baby, let's make it even crazier!"

Mihoko truly believed her body was about to disintegrate. Her uterus contracted repeatedly, her bound legs twitching like the legs of a dissected
frog . Wrinkles etched directional lines onto her smooth forehead, her cheeks twitched incessantly, and her mouth
twisted in agony.

She felt the penis in her anus begin to increase in size, while the director emitted soft moans.

"Ugh... I'm going to cum, I'm cumming, ah..."

The penis, immediately pulled from her vagina, ejaculated white fluid with a moan.

The spurting white fluid splattered on Mihoko's stomach and mons pubis. Although Mihoko couldn't resist
the violence that forced her to submit to the flesh, a corner of her heart began to feel uneasy about her future.

From that day on, Mihoko began a life of imprisonment, completely cut off from the outside world, unable to grasp the passage of time
or the passing of days. At least, to Mihoko, it felt like an extremely long time. She

clearly knew that the master's goal was to train her into a sex slave.
The first step the master took to train Mihoko was to strip her of her humanity.

Therefore, Mihoko was forced to urinate and defecate in front of the master. She was given enemas when she refused to eat, and forced
to drink beer. On the other hand, whenever there was time, she was forced to perform oral sex, supposedly to awaken her sexual desire, and
tricked into masturbating with various fake toys. Through this series of actions, Mihoko completely
realized she was nothing more than a female animal.

As Mihoko began to submit, the headmaster started teaching her various sexual techniques. This situation
was completely new to Mihoko, who had no sexual experience, and it also
completely overturned her previous values.

Chapter Six: High School Student Becomes a Slave to Prostitution.

At the morning meeting, Tatsuya learned that Mihoko had taken sick leave, and immediately bought a bouquet of flowers to visit her at her apartment.
He had been waiting for this opportunity.

He had driven Mihoko home during a welcome dinner for new teachers, so he quickly found her apartment.
When he arrived on the third floor, Tatsuya was puzzled because the newspaper was still in the mailbox. He rang the doorbell, but
there was no answer.

Perhaps she went to the hospital…

After thinking this, Tatsuya spent over an hour at a nearby teahouse before returning to his apartment. But there was no
sign of Mihoko returning. Perhaps she was pretending not to be home because she was sick, so he called from a nearby public phone
, but to no avail.

Tatsuya had no choice but to return home and call again later that night, but this time there was no answer.
If he hadn't seen the newspaper, he might not have paid much attention. The newspaper in the mailbox meant Mihoko wasn't home.

So, where could she have gone? If she was hospitalized, she would have contacted the school. The next day, after thinking for a long time, Tatsuya
called Mihoko's parents' house in Niigata. Perhaps she had gone home, but the reply was that
there had been no news from her for the past two weeks. To avoid worrying her parents, he made up some excuses, but Tatsuya's suspicions
only grew stronger. After school that day, he went to Mihoko's apartment again. But still, no one answered the door. Not only was yesterday's
newspaper there, but today's was also in the mailbox. It was now clear that Mihoko wasn't home.

Mihoko didn't come to school the next day either. During lunch break, Tatsuya went to the church director's room. The single
director was sitting on the sofa eating the noodles that had been delivered to him.

"When does Ms. Nishijo's leave end?" "

Ms. Nishijo isn't at school. Are you having any problems? Mr. Inagami is already covering her English classes."

"No, nothing particularly difficult. I'm just wondering if her illness is serious?"

From the very beginning, without ever mentioning that he had been to Mihoko's apartment, Tatsuya disliked this
moralistic looking headmaster and didn't trust him like others did. No one knows what those people are thinking behind their backs;
that's Tatsuya's philosophy. That's why he openly discusses sex in front of his students.

"You seem concerned about Ms. Nishijo too. Are you interested in her?"

"No, I just need Ms. Nishijo to translate some English." "

Haha, don't blush. I received a call from Ms. Nishijo this morning. She said she needs to rest for another two or
three days."

He wanted to ask where the call came from, but quickly swallowed the question.

"So, how's her condition...?"

You really care, but don't worry, she said it's just a slightly worse cold, and she seems to be able to
cook for herself again.

Tatsuya found it strange, because the headmaster's tone made it seem like Mihoko was resting at home. Could Mihoko be
lying to the headmaster? "My noodles will get soft, can I eat them?"

"Ah, sorry, I won't bother you any longer."

Tatsuya returned to the staff room with questions. In his current state, there was no way to find Mihoko,
so he could only wait for her to come to class.

"Please step on my face with your bare feet."

Hearing Toda, who was only wearing blue underwear, suddenly say this, Tachibana Aya was baffled.
Because the other party was a gentleman who was almost sixty years old and had an important position in society. And this gentleman was actually
begging a little girl like her to step on his face, which was really incomprehensible. But Toda himself was already lying in bed,
ready for her to do so.

"Mr. Toda is a director of a first-class fiber company and one of the church's major donors. Whatever he
wants, you must agree to it, and don't make him unhappy, understand?"

Aya remembered the headmaster's special instructions before she left. Whatever happened here might have soon reached
the headmaster 's ears. If that was the case, there was no way to refuse this gentleman's request.

Following the director's orders, Yari put on particularly sexy and annoying black lace-trimmed panties. A pair of
black lace-trimmed bras adorned her chest, making her snow-white skin stand out even more; her slender figure didn't resemble that of a high school student. "

Take off the bra," Toda said.

“Don’t take off your bra and panties… Come on!”

The man’s mouth, already streaked with gray, trembled slightly.

As if deliberately trying to make him anxious, Yali slowly straightened her clothes before walking over and
placing her right foot on the man’s face, a face filled with expectation and unease.

“Stomp harder.”

As she pressed down, his high, straight nose seemed to flatten beneath her foot. At that moment, Toda let out a seemingly
satisfied panting sound. He also stuck out his tongue and licked her heel. Feeling ticklish, she relaxed her foot,
and Toda immediately said,

“Hurry up!”

Yali reflexively stomped her foot hard on his face.

“Oh, great…”

Yesterday after school, the headmaster had called her over, asking her to visit Toda at the W Hotel in the valley. She
had previously engaged in similar prostitution-like activities at city hotels, targeting shop owners who donated to the church,
so she wasn’t particularly surprised. However, when she actually met Toda, his neatly combed hair, his expensive
suit, and his elegant gentlemanly demeanor astonished Yali.

The gentleman who usually commanded hundreds of employees with his aloof demeanor was now licking her feet with his tongue,
emitting pleasurable moans, which stirred strange feelings in Yali.

She remembered reading in a magazine that people in high positions experience greater pressure and may exhibit perverse sexual behavior;
this man was probably one of those people! At least she was certain that only special methods could arouse him.

Below the big toe was a particularly soft area; looking closely, she realized it was an eye, which slid left and right as the toes
exerted force . This method seemed to particularly please Toda.

"Ah, so wonderful, Queen!... Please let me lick your breast-like toes!" He excitedly
embraced Yali's feet with both hands and began licking her toes.

Queen? ... A chill ran down Yali's spine in an instant.

Was this man insane...? The way he licked his toes with his tongue sticking out, drooling, didn't seem
normal , but the way he inserted his tongue between his toes gave Yali a peculiar feeling.

After licking all the toes on his face, Toda suddenly got up and lay face down on the bed to lick his other foot. A trickle of blood flowed from
his nose .

The feeling of having his toes licked wasn't bad. Yali let him lick her, but because Toda's attitude was so overly subservient and
realistic, she felt a little sympathy for him.

It turned out that this person usually worked very hard; the master usually treated her like a slave, so it wasn't bad to occasionally enjoy the atmosphere of
a queen . ...

As Yali had this playful thought, her mood suddenly brightened, and she kicked Toda's stomach hard with her other foot.

"Oh..."

Toda's body was large; although not obese, he still had a lot of flesh.

Curling up such a large body, he made a "hmm" sound like a baby. If this was Toda's acting,
it was indeed too realistic.

Yali, who had never used violence against anyone before, felt she had gone a little too far. However, if she showed
sympathy now, her acting would

have been wasted, especially since the other party was a slave and there was no need to hold back. Yali seemed to be deliberately displaying her body as she stood straddling the face of the suffering Toda. Toda's gaze was fixed on
her crotch, and she could probably see the obscene vulva and surrounding pubic hair through the lace of her panties.
This position, which would normally make her feel embarrassed, didn't feel shame when she thought about it as acting. She didn't know
why. Yali found it very amusing, stomping hard on Toda's cheek and saying fiercely, "You coward,
I'm going to kick your testicles!"

Saying something she hadn't expected surprised her. She was probably enjoying her acting! "

Aya was like this, while Toda's reaction was even more exaggerated, as if begging him to continue, his whole body
trembling , making a terrified expression. Aya felt he was silently urging her on, and without hesitation, she stepped
back from Toda's face, then inserted her right foot between his legs.

At first, Toda resisted somewhat. But he quickly relaxed the strength of his thighs, welcoming Aya
's foot in. Aya felt her sole touch soft flesh, and immediately pressed down hard. At this moment, Toda
made excited whimpering sounds, hugging her calves and begging for mercy.

This guy is really something, completely playing the role of a slave... At this moment, Aya felt very
complicated emotions. But at this moment, she clearly felt the hard lump under her sole, which quickly grew larger and harder.

Such a terrifying expansion... The energy that filled Toda's crotch, through her sole, also made Aya
herself feel a strange excitement.

"You're so long-winded!" "

Ya Li, with a hint of recklessness, slapped Toda hard across the face,
feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. She had never imagined violence could bring such pleasure before, and Ya Li found herself incredibly
excited.

After the slap, Toda leaned back, revealing a prominent bulge in the center of his underwear. When
Ya Li pulled down his underwear with her big toe, his erect penis was fully exposed.

'Hmph! What is this thing? Why is it so hard?'

She poked it with her foot, and the penis trembled, seemingly scoffing at her. While not as large as the director's enormous penis, its gleaming
black shaft showed it had accumulated considerable experience.

'Queen...'

Toda suddenly grabbed Ya Li's legs and began licking her thighs.

'What are you doing, you old pervert!'" Suddenly, an urge to bully him arose within her. Yali

kicked his chest hard,
unsure if she was acting or serious. The pent-up frustration from being bullied by the headmaster seemed to be released.

Even Toda, who had fallen to the ground, trembled with excitement.

"Queen, forgive me... Ah..."

Toda pleaded, his hands covering his head. But deep down, he was undoubtedly excited. His erect penis throbbed
, and Yali herself felt a surge of intense arousal.

"Alright, I forgive you. But you can't do anything without my permission. Now, state your wish
!"

"Let me lick the Queen's vulva!"

"You're still an honest slave. Alright, I agree. But I have one request: I need to pee
. Let me pee on your face, and then you can do whatever you want with me."

Yali said this, surprised at herself for saying such a thing.

“Please, it’s fine whether you poop or pee.”

This was probably exactly what Toda wanted, so he immediately pulled down his underwear and lay down excitedly.

“You’re so cute, here’s a reward for you!”

Yari sat down, grabbed his penis, and licked it with the tip of her tongue. Toda immediately exaggerated his
pleasure, and Yari straddled his face, pulling her black underwear down to her knees before slowly squatting down.

Toda’s eyes widened like a cat’s, staring at Yari’s increasingly approaching buttocks and
vulva . The pubic hair wasn’t very dark, perhaps making the vulva appear long; overall, it was a soft
, raised mound, and the flesh around the vulva curled inwards. As Yari squatted down forcefully, the curled petals parted to the left and right,
revealing bright red labia.

“It’s starting.”

With a cute voice, a small stream emerged from between the labia, touching Toda’s face. At this moment,
Toda’s expression turned to ecstasy, and he even stuck out his tongue to lick the urine that had trickled to his lips.

(He happily drank my urine...) Yali, feeling a sense of physical liberation and
guilt for urinating on someone else, experienced a dizzying excitement as she felt she was breaking through an invisible barrier.

When the flow of urine stopped and became a few drops, Toda seemed unable to bear it any longer, licking
the wet .

"Ah...so good. Lick it however you want."

Excited, Yali spread her legs wider, pressing her secret valley against Toda's face. Toda's
nose was buried in the dark pubic hair. He stuck out his tongue and frantically licked the cleft between the petals, which quickly became covered in saliva, gradually
losing its tension.

"Ah...good, good..."

Yali was too weak to continue squatting, so she pushed Toda's head to the ground, placed one hand on her chest, and
skillfully pulled down her underwear from her left leg, straddling Toda's face.

"Ah...that's wonderful...Queen..."

Sticking her tongue out straight, Toda found the secret entrance directly below, lifting her chin still damp with urine, her tongue
writhing in the crevice. Ari's sensuality grew stronger, cleverly twisting her hips
to match Toda's tongue movements in search of a more intense connection. Pushing aside her bra, she played with her breasts from below.

As the inner membranes and petals were constantly teased by her tongue, nectar quickly overflowed, trickling
into Toda's mouth. Seeing this reaction from the woman's body, Toda's tongue curled up,
finding the most sensitive clitoris in the secret cave, and continuously smearing it with the nectar from his mouth.

"Ah..."

The almost melting pleasure in her lower abdomen made Ari intoxicated, her mouth constantly emitting moans,
her beautiful black hair flying as she shook her head. Toda's hands reached up her body; what had been Ari's own hands caressing
her breasts , Toda's hands now pushed her hands aside and grasped her breasts.

“Right, push your tongue further in.”

Yali deeply discovered that the stimulation of taking the lead in sex was completely different from that of passive sex, and that kind
of pleasure fascinated her.

Following the Queen's command, Toda immediately curled his tongue into a rod shape and began drilling into the secret cave.

The secret cave was now fully open, the two petals stretching out like wings, revealing
the entrance to the uterus. Each time it drilled in, a large amount of fluid flowed out, pouring into Toda's mouth.

The rod-shaped attack of his tongue brought Yali's excitement to the brink of orgasm. Yali felt
unable , her upper body slowly leaning back, reaching out to touch the hard, erect thing. Using this penis as
support, she rolled over on Toda's body and began the ninety-six position.

The symbol of manhood, already dripping with anticipation from the small groove at the base, eagerly awaited something to envelop the
hard glans. Yali pulled up the penis that insisted on lying in the dark thicket, licking it with her tongue like stroking the surface of a mushroom
, leaving a large amount of saliva on it.

Responding to Ari's oral sex, Toda licked her wet opening even more forcefully with his tongue, his tongue
moving like a snake deep into the cavity. Ari was now in a state of ecstasy, releasing the glans from her mouth, arching her back, letting out a deep sigh,
and then lowering her head to formally admire the penis. She took the thick penis horizontally into her mouth, slowly licking it from bottom to top.

As she licked the tip of the penis, leaving the hard, pointed end in her mouth, she felt Toda's hands grasping her
buttocks. As she tightened her lips and licked the edge under the glans with the tip of her tongue, Toda pushed open the valley between her buttocks,
his tongue penetrating even deeper. Ari's lust rose with each other, and she immediately took the glans completely into her mouth, her head
bobbing up and down with it.

The deep moans of the man and woman mingled with the obscene sounds of them greedily sucking each other's genitals, and Ari's black hair danced
beautifully .

Ari felt herself becoming extremely excited. Toda's tongue moved freely like a snake, making her feel as if
every corner of her body was being licked, the powerful pulsation of the penis in his mouth stimulating her feminine instincts, driving
Ari almost to madness.

It didn't take long for her desire to quickly welcome the hot, pulsating thing. Ari's
tongue licked the glans a few times, then she immediately lifted her upper body, simultaneously thrusting her buttocks to separate her secret opening from Toda
's mouth.

In that instant, Toda raised his head, wanting to chase after the wet opening, but seeing Ari's buttocks moving forward,
he seemed to understand her intention.

"Like when you urinate, squat down and don't move."

Ari followed Toda's instructions, squatting between his legs, aligning the tip of his penis with the opening of her secret opening.
At that moment, Toda's buttocks suddenly licked upwards, and his penis immediately pierced the woman's flower bud. "

Ah..." "

Yari lost her balance and almost fell forward, but quickly grabbed Toda's thighs
to hold herself up. Toda was focused on thrusting upwards from below.

Yari felt a surge of pleasure; she could clearly feel small, explosive sensations emanating from the center of her waist. Now,
her only thought was to pursue greater pleasure, with the penis inside her as the center, her buttocks involuntarily
began to rotate.

The area where they were joined was already covered in nectar, the cleft extending to the edge of the pubic hair, fully revealing
the happy little flesh. Yari didn't hesitate to reach out and play with her clitoris.

"Oh...so good..."

Toda suddenly cried out, lifting his upper body and hugging Yari from behind. Because of the surprise, Yari couldn't support herself..."
She slumped onto Toda's lap, a powerful surge of pleasure coursing through her
body . Toda kissed Ari's neck, his hands caressing her breasts.

"Ah...so good..."

Ari knew she was approaching climax and began to spasm intensely, her body naturally rubbing
against the penis inside her. Toda held Ari from behind, playing with her breasts and writhing his hips.
As Ari, reaching her peak, wrapped her arms around Toda's neck, demanding a kiss, he seized the opportunity to fall to his side on the bed,
raising her right leg high and continuing to writhe.

Ari sucked hard on Toda's lips to express her pleasure, and Toda, with powerful thrusts,
penetrated , simultaneously inserting his tongue into her mouth. Ari entwined her tongue with his own
, making soft sucking sounds, saliva dripping to her ears, but she paid no heed.

Waves of climax crashed over her like ocean currents. It felt like sinking into a quagmire; the more
she struggled the deeper she sank.

Toda possessed incredible stamina, continuing to thrust his penis relentlessly. It was hard to believe he had such
energy at his age. Each time his burning penis pierced her wet, glistening valley, Ari's raised right leg
kicked wildly in the air as if she were having a fit.

The sensation from behind wasn't bad, but as the vortex of lust in Ari's body intensified, she
felt a desire to embrace him and draw his manhood into her own. She blurted
out, "Please, let me be on top."

Hearing this, Toda, still engaged in thrusting, laid Ari on her back and pressed his genitals against hers again,
immediately resuming his up-and-down movements. Ari wrapped her arms around Toda's back, simultaneously raising her legs and clamping them tightly around
his waist. This position allowed their bodies to be intimately intertwined, bringing a sense of security, and she felt
she could immerse herself fully in pleasure.

This position made the man's movements more intense; Toda's thrusts became deep and forceful, followed by a sudden
retreat .

"Ah... I can't take it anymore. I'm going to die..."

Yali's head swayed from side to side, her nails digging into Toda's back. She felt as if a wooden stick was being inserted into
her anus the spasms had spread from her waist throughout her body, rendering her unable to think clearly.

Hearing Toda's moans, Toda's hands tightly gripped Yali's head. The woman's secret passage gripped the man's penis
tightly , bulging into a pink ring whenever Toda's buttocks retreated.
The honey-like fluid squeezed from their bodies dripped down from her anus, and Yali actively twisted her hips in pursuit of deeper contact
.

A powerful orgasm surged upwards, creating a contraction as if her entire body was turning outwards; Yali
cried out, clinging tightly to Toda.

"Ah..."

"Oh..."

As Toda's body convulsed violently, the penis inserted into Ari's body suddenly ejaculated
hot liquid from its tip.

A week later, on Monday, Mihoko arrived at school, dressed rather conservatively in a white top and blue trousers
.

Tatsuya's first impression of her was that she was a completely different person, radiating femininity. She seemed thinner
, and her skin was more radiant than before. Yet, for someone recovering from illness, she showed
no signs of weakness.

However, Tatsuya noticed a certain shadow beneath her radiance, revealed in her eyes; Mihoko
would make gestures to avoid eye contact. Of course, she had shown this before, but never as pronounced as now
.

The sensuality emanating from her body, and this shadow, was
the source .

What exactly caused this change in Mihoko...? It was unbelievable that it was just a cold
. Tatsuya had been trying to find an opportunity to talk to Mihoko since morning, but couldn't find one until noon.
He hurriedly finished his bento and waited for Mihoko to finish the sandwich she had brought. Something must have happened this past week.
Could she be seeing someone else? ... Thinking this only made Tatsuya more anxious.

After Mihoko finished lunch, she left the staff room, and Tatsuya immediately followed. He had wanted
to talk to her in the hallway, but if she went to the restroom, they wouldn't be able to talk for long, so he continued to follow her.

Mihoko left the school building and continued walking towards the small classroom. Tatsuya took this opportunity to catch up.

"Ms. Nishijo, have you fully recovered?"

"What?... Oh."

Mihoko glanced at Tatsuya and immediately turned her head back.

"I was worried. Did you get hospitalized because this lasted so long?"

He had wanted to say he would visit her at her apartment, but she wasn't there, but he immediately swallowed the words.

“No, I’ve been staying home to recover.”

(You’re lying! I went, but you weren’t there…) Tatsuya muttered to himself. He
was now completely certain that Mihoko was hiding something.

“Is that so? It must be inconvenient for you to be alone.”

Tatsuya felt a surge of desire to expose Mihoko’s secret.

“This…”

“You’ve been sick for a week, but you haven’t changed, which reassured me.”

Mihoko’s expression changed slightly, which Tatsuya noticed perfectly.

“Because… the headmaster needed to see me, so…”

Mihoko suddenly stopped, composed herself, nodded slightly, and immediately turned and ran away.

In that case, he had to expose her secret… Watching Mihoko walk into the church, Tatsuya
told himself this.

On his way back to the school building, he saw Nakanishi among the many students sitting on the lawn sunbathing and
called out his name loudly.

"Hey, Nakanishi. Come here for a second."

Nakanishi walked over with his hands in his pockets, seemingly reluctant.

"Teacher, what's up?"

"I remember you like Ms. Nishijo."

"I guess so." "

Ms. Nishijo didn't seem to be doing well today. She hasn't been to school for almost a week. She
said she's sick, but I have my doubts. So I want you to keep an eye on Ms. Nishijo. If you see anything strange,
let me know immediately."

“Okay, I’ll do this well. I also think Mr. Nishijo is acting a little strange.”

A sharp glint appeared in Nishijo’s eyes, a look never seen in the classroom.

“But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“I know, this must be very interesting…”

Chapter Seven: Mihoko Becomes a Sacrifice Offered to Foreigners

Rob Johnson, who preaches on American television, accepted an invitation from a Japanese religious group to visit Japan and
inspect Seito High School. Because Mihoko was an English teacher, the principal immediately assigned her to be the interpreter and tour guide, showing
Rob around the school.

Rob was a tall man she had to look up at; his thick eyebrows and prominent jaw gave him a frightening appearance,
but his demeanor was very gentle, especially his deep blue eyes, which seemed to suck people into an abyss. Mihoko
felt that this was the reason he was so popular with the believers.

Principal Uchimura seemed very pleased that he had invited the famous Rob to the school. It was said that
after meeting Rob through a friend during his visit to America, he had always wanted to invite him to the school. The principal, speaking to Rob in broken
English, seemed much more cheerful than usual. Rob, who seemed very attentive to him,
also left a deep impression.

Although it was called an inspection, high schools generally don't have special facilities, so the observation period ended quickly.
After the inspection, at the principal's request, Rob gave a one-hour speech to the entire school, with Mihoko acting as translator. As expected of
someone who frequently appears on television, her humorous delivery was outstanding, but for Mihoko, the translator,
that hour was incredibly stressful.

That evening, the principal invited Rob to Akasaka Restaurant. The simple dishes might not be enough for the large Rob,
and after finishing the full kaiseki meal, the principal, seeing he was still hungry, ordered
a beef hot pot for two, which he almost ate all by himself, displaying an astonishing appetite.

While Rob went to the restroom, the principal came over and whispered something in Mihoko's ear.

"I need to talk to Rob about donating to the school now. There's a bed in the next room. Go change into
your pajamas , I'll be there in a bit."

Mihoko thought to herself, "They've started, just as I thought." The headmaster, who was happier than usual, wouldn't just let her
go so easily. She had just enjoyed a delicious meal and was in a good mood, but the thought of spending time with the annoying headmaster made her feel gloomy.

"But, I have tonight..."

"There are no 'buts,' this is an order. You know what happens if you disobey me!"

Seeing the headmaster's expression immediately turn evil, Mihoko felt powerless to resist. Just then, Rob returned,
saying he had to leave first.

It seemed like they had planned it beforehand, because as she left the room, a middle-aged woman came and led her to the next room. In the room, which had about
eight tatami mats, double bedding was laid out side by side.

"I wonder when the headmaster will finally let me go..."

Thinking about this made Mihoko feel depressed, but on the other hand, it was also true that there was an indescribable strong relationship between her and
the headmaster .

Could it be that there's another part of her body that desires to be played with by a man...?
These thoughts have crossed her mind at least once or twice in the past two or three days. But whenever these thoughts arise,
a strong rebellious urge surges within her: "I'm not married yet, how can I be the director's toy ?"

Despite this, she can't think of a good way to escape the director and gain her freedom. The simplest
way is to resign from the school. But the director says he'll distribute the photos, and his words don't seem like mere
threats. At least for now, she can't let things get too bad.

She changed into her pajamas, feeling restless and sleepy, so she turned off the room lights, leaving only a small lamp, and snuggled under the covers
. Half an hour had passed since she came to the room, and there was still no sign of the director.

Suddenly, she felt someone's hand touch her shoulder. Mihoko woke up, feeling movement behind her.

It must be the director...

Mihoko continued to pretend to be asleep, thinking that if she slept, perhaps he wouldn't touch her body.

But she immediately realized how naive that idea was, because a hand slipped inside her nightgown's neckline and
began to caress her breast.

At that moment, Mihoko felt something was off; the hand's movements were different from usual, and the director's hand, which couldn't normally grasp
the entire breast, now felt completely inside.

She also felt the director's hot breath on her neck, along with a strong smell of alcohol—they'd probably drunk
a lot .

That's probably why she felt something was different earlier…

Thinking this, Mihoko was startled when she inadvertently touched the arm that was grasping her breast. It had long, bushy hair,
like .

This person wasn't the director… Mihoko reflexively pulled away the hand caressing her breast and turned
to face the person.

"Ah, you are…"

Lying there was Rob Johnson, completely naked, his repulsive
penis erect like a large tree between his hairy groin.

“Hey, Mihoko, what’s going on?”

Rob sat up and spread his hands.

He even asked me what was going on? That was what I was going to say…

“Why are you here?”

“Why? Didn’t you hear what Uchimura said?”

“No…”

Rob’s meaning was clear: he meant that the school principal, Uchimura, had given Mihoko a night,
and it must be a reward for something. But Mihoko knew nothing about it.

Mihoko earnestly explained that she knew nothing and hoped Rob would just go back. But Rob
not only didn’t go back, but also swung his huge penis and approached Mihoko.

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Mihoko started sweating all over, tightening the collar of her nightgown and slowly backing away. If she had known this would
happen, she should have slept closer to the door, but it was too late.

I’m very satisfied with my baby; I’ll be very gentle, and my baby will listen to me… Rob
spoke these words quickly in English. "

I'm not going to let you play with me like that..." Being played with by the director and then forced to do things
like utterly heartbreaking. I have my pride too...

Because Mihoko maintained her intention to escape, Rob seemed impatient and grabbed her arm.
He tried to pull her away forcefully.

"No! Don't do this!"

Mihoko cleverly twisted her body to avoid Rob's embrace. But Rob immediately reached out his huge arm, grabbed
the collar of her nightgown, and pulled her back forcefully. Mihoko lost her balance and lay supine on the tatami, her hands
struggling in the air.

Rob took the opportunity to pull open the collar of her nightgown, revealing her beautiful, full breasts, and her pink nipples
trembled.

"Oh! Beautiful!"

Rob's prominent, ugly Adam's apple moved downwards.

No, no... Mihoko desperately tried to fend off the huge hands that wanted to grab her breasts,
and tried to and escape. The hem of her nightgown lifted up, revealing her snow-white thighs, but at that moment, Mihoko didn't care about anything else.

But for the big Rob, it was easy to grab the fleeing Mihoko by the shoulder, thus controlling her
movements , and then his other hand wrapped around Mihoko's body like a snake.

“Don’t do this, I really love you, come back!”

Rob seemed to be getting agitated too, his breathing becoming quite rapid. And the hand gripping his breasts felt
as big as a shovel to Mihoko.

Doing this and still saying he loves you…

Mihoko was furious, desperately nudging Rob’s lower abdomen with her elbow. Although Rob wasn’t fat, his abdominal muscles
were as hard as steel, and it had no effect. She was now completely wrapped in his arms, feeling a sticky
tongue crawling on her neck.

“Rob, stop this! Aren’t you a clergyman?”

Mihoko thought appealing to the clergyman’s pride might have some effect, but Rob
remained unmoved . The hand that had been around her waist slipped between her legs.

Ah, I can’t touch that… When I changed into my pajamas earlier, I thought I’d take them off anyway, so I didn’t
wear underwear. Mihoko hurriedly tried to stop Rob's hands, but no matter what she did, she was no match for the strength of this large man.
Her naked body was completely under Rob's control.

His thick fingers began to probe her delicate slit.

"No! Let me go!" Mihoko screamed desperately and struggled with all her might.

The meticulous manager must have instructed the restaurant owner beforehand, but after her outburst,
Rob seemed to realize he couldn't justify it. He released his caresses and moved to Mihoko's mouth.

"Mihoko, calm down, don't resist with your hands!"

While Rob's attention was focused on Mihoko's mouth, Mihoko used her hands to push away his hairy hands,
trying to get away from Rob. But Rob immediately grabbed the cuff of her nightgown, but Mihoko continued to struggle forward, her arm
slipping from the sleeve, her left shoulder completely exposed.

Mihoko wasn't particularly disgusted by Rob; she found his deep blue eyes quite attractive.
However, she couldn't forgive him for not consulting her and for planning this alone with the manager.

"What does this mean? I'm not a prostitute..."

Mihoko cried out in her heart, grabbing the pillar and desperately trying to stand up.

But Rob, who had been waiting for this opportunity, immediately lifted the hem of her nightgown,
completely , and pressed his hands tightly against her firm, elastic bottom.

"Oh! What a beautiful butt!" "Ah! No... Help me...
"

Mihoko screamed, writhing her buttocks. Rob, who was about to stuff his nose into her buttocks, suddenly
stood up, rolled up his dark blue underwear, and stuffed it into Mihoko's mouth. Mihoko immediately tried
to grab the object in her mouth, but Rob easily twisted her hands behind her back.

In a low, husky voice, Rob whispered in Mihoko's ear, "Don't resist anymore, I have my ways." Then he
began to undo the belt of her nightgown.

"Ah, I'm innocent, why am I being treated like this..." Tears streamed
down her . But there was no time for such sorrow now.

As the sash was loosened, the left half of her nightgown, which she had already taken off, immediately fell onto the tatami mat, hanging on her right
side . When Rob pulled it down as well, there was nothing left to cover Mihoko's naked body.

Just then, Mihoko felt an unusually sharp and hard object pressing against her buttocks. She had
forgotten about it , but now, remembering the image of Rob's enormous penis, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

If something that huge were to penetrate her body, her body would tear apart...

The sorrow quickly turned into fear. Rob was about to use the sash of the nightgown to tie Mihoko's hands behind her back.
A strong sense of fear made Mihoko muster her last bit of strength to resist. Perhaps Rob was surprised, as he loosened
Mihoko's grip, but Mihoko still lost her balance and fell onto the vase. The red and white azaleas scattered, and
water spilled from the vase. Mihoko kicked the vase hard.

"Oh! No!" (English) "

Rob took a step back to avoid the vase spewing water at his feet. Mihoko hurriedly untied her half-bound
belt , trying to grab the scroll of the landscape painting to stand up. But by then, Rob was already behind her, grabbing
Mihoko's arms before she could stand up.

No! No! No... As she twisted her clothes, trying to escape, Rob grabbed her entire body and
forcefully pressed his terrifying penis against Mihoko's buttocks.

Ah! How terrible...

Mihoko realized at that moment that there was no way to escape, and that was what she thought." At the same time, all her strength vanished.
Rob noticed Mihoko was no longer struggling, so he gently lifted her naked body and carried her to a pillar, picking up a belt and
tying her to it.

Mihoko wanted to resist, but knowing it was futile, she lowered her head.

Rob seemed used to binding women, binding her breasts to make them appear more prominent.
After binding her, he took a small lantern, pushed aside the quilt, and placed it at Mihoko's feet. Under the light,
Mihoko's naked body was dreamlike and alluring.

"So beautiful!"

Rob squatted down to admire Mihoko's naked body, his eyes shining with an unusual light, while he sighed deeply.
Mihoko felt immense shame at the thought of a foreigner she had just met seeing her naked. But
tied to the pillar, the only thing she could do was clench her thighs.

Ah! Just do it already! Seeing that Rob hadn't made a move, Mihoko hoped this, but
Rob seemed to be deliberately toying with her feelings, still admiring her naked body.

Rob's eyes gleamed with an unusual light as he looked at the mons pubis, which was covered by glossy downy hair. Then he slowly stood up,
grabbed Mihoko's chin, and forcefully lifted her head, pressing it against a pillar. When Mihoko looked up,
she saw a lecherous face that was completely unlike that of a clergyman. She tried to turn her head away, but was pulled
back .

"Your breasts are so cute!"

At that moment, Mihoko felt Rob's lips touch her head, and her body involuntarily shivered. But as
Rob 's lips slid down and began to lick her tightly closed eyes, the shiver turned into surprise.

"Ah, no... it tickles..."

The headmaster had never been kissed in such a place before. But the ticklish sensation, or rather, the most ticklish sensation
itself contained a wonderful feeling of stimulating the senses. This feeling
became even stronger as Rob's tongue moved from her eyes to her ears and began to lick her earlobes.

"Oh dear, what should I do? This feeling is so strange."

Mihoko had never imagined her ears could be such a sensitive spot. Unable to move her head or upper body,
she could only wriggle her lower body to relieve the unbearable sensation.

Seeing the sensual reaction in Mihoko's lower body, Rob went further, letting his tongue
slide from her earlobe down her neck, licking her hairline. In short, Rob's tongue was proportional to his body, like a giant
snail, and with the characteristic patience of a foreigner, he licked down, making it impossible not to feel sensuality.

Mihoko, terrified by the obscene desire, involuntarily rubbed her thighs together violently. If she could sigh, perhaps
it would make her feel better, but with her mouth gagged, even breathing felt restricted.

Perhaps noticing this, Rob immediately pulled the panties out of Mihoko's mouth. With a loud moan, Mihoko forcefully exhaled the air from her throat, but in that instant, Rob's tongue invaded her mouth, licking her teeth and oral cavity
incessantly . "Ah..." Mihoko was shocked. Instinctively, she tried to push Rob's tongue out with her own, but instead, Rob sucked it in. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. Unable to resist the power of Rob's tongue, every part was licked by Rob's tongue, and she had to swallow a lot of Rob's saliva. This humiliation drama had just begun, but Mihoko's mind was already hazy. Rob was definitely more lecherous than the director. In his caresses, he had the stubbornness to continue to suck the woman's body dry. Thinking about what kind of bullying was yet to come, she felt uneasy about whether she could stay sober. After Rob withdrew his huge tongue from Mihoko's mouth, he picked up the shirt that was thrown on the quilt, rolled it up and stuffed it into Mihoko's mouth, then pulled the two sleeves behind her head and tied them up. "I really love breasts!" Rob's second target at this time was the pitiful breasts that were bound at the waist with belts. He played with one breast with his hands, put the other nipple in his mouth, flicked it with the tip of his tongue, or pushed it hard with his tongue. "Ah...it's sexy..." Mihoko felt a cold sweat break out on her body. Not just cold sweat, but a sensitive reaction in her uterus; she could feel her clitoris becoming wet. However, Mihoko tried to keep her body stiff, not wanting Rob to know about this reaction. Rob, of course, had no idea of Mihoko's inner struggle. His mouth was on one nipple, while his hands caressed the curves of Mihoko's body. From her slender waist to her full buttocks, then swaying her back, this back-and-forth caressing eventually caused Mihoko to lose her composure, involuntarily wriggling her hips. Seeing this, Rob made soft kissing sounds as he kissed her nipple, and his caresses of her buttocks quickened. "Ah...I can't take it anymore!...Don't be so rough..." She tried to remain calm, but the more she tried, the stronger her anxiety became. Just then, a sharp pain shot through her nipple as Rob flicked it, causing it to become erect . The pain shot straight to her brain, then a sweet, tingling sensation spread throughout her body. Letting out a silent groan, Mihoko subconsciously strained her lower abdomen, as if waiting for this opportunity. Rob's hand seized the chance to slip into her buttocks. "Ah, not there..." Mihoko felt anxious, but anxiety was useless; Rob's hand relentlessly explored her buttocks. At that moment, Rob licked downwards from Mihoko's flat stomach, his tongue tracing the edge of her pubic hair. The sensation of his hot breath penetrating her mons pubis intensified Mihoko's anxiety. "Ah, no, it's so embarrassing..." Mihoko felt ashamed and resentful of her body's increasingly passionate reaction against her will, but what could she do in this bound state? This thought offered some solace. Rob's hand slowly approached her core. He measured the length of the slit between her thighs with his fingers, sniffing the black pubic hair , then looked up and sighed, "Beautiful!" He then suddenly lifted Mihoko's left hand forcefully from below. "Ah, how could this be..." Although she was forced into this position, it was undeniably obscene for a female teacher. Her thighs were now at a ninety-degree angle, completely exposing her sensual valley. "Look! How beautiful!" As Rob said, the forced opening was already filled with her vaginal fluid, making the fleshy mucous membranes glossy. Not only was she in such an obscene position, but others were also seeing evidence of her arousal, which made Mihoko, with her strong sense of pride, even more upset. But when Rob hoisted Mihoko's thighs onto his shoulders, put his face between her legs, and began licking the cleft, Mihoko's thoughts were immediately swept away. Mihoko thought to herself, things had come to this point, she couldn't care less about shame or dignity, letting her body succumb to arousal. Surprisingly, Rob's oral sex was very meticulous. He didn't just lick randomly on that spot. He hardened his tongue , starting with subtle, almost-touching movements, gradually intensifying his touch. When he discovered it was Mihoko's erogenous zone, he deliberately lingered there. This method of licking could ignite desire in a woman without sexual desire, possessing a magical power. The result was that she was completely immersed in lust, involuntarily shaking her head, causing her snow-white belly to rise and fall. Seeing Mihoko's reaction, Rob was very pleased, and even more proudly pressed the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, twisting it repeatedly .

He moved. He teased. Mihoko couldn't help but spasm her buttocks like she was having a cramp, and Rob's mouth was pressed against her vagina, sucking and
making sucking sounds.

"Ah, what am I doing, my body is melting."

The cold sweat that had broken out before had now completely turned into sweat of pleasure, constantly radiating heat from her body.

The flow of her vaginal fluid also increased, flowing down her right thigh that supported her body, which even Mihoko herself could
feel.

With each breath Rob took, he shouted out in pleasure, and then thoroughly played with her clitoris, at this point her vaginal opening was
completely wide open. Rob then inserted his huge tongue.

"Ah..."

Experiencing the pleasure of penile penetration, Mihoko felt faint for a moment, and could only concentrate her
mind between her thighs to barely keep herself from passing out.

Rob's tongue was like a monster that could change shape on its own, making Mihoko feel like she had become a snake woman.
But this was only at the beginning, but the sweet feeling that formed made Mihoko fall deeply into it, and in the end
, she even hoped that his tongue would go in and out like this forever.

Rob was also very excited at this moment, inserting his tongue deep into the hole five or six times. When the entrance was
widened and wet, he put down the legs he had been carrying on his shoulders and stood up.

"I'm going to insert it now, are your breasts ready?"

he said, while licking from Mihoko's earlobe to her neck, which he had previously identified as Mihoko's most sensitive spot. Because her
sexual desire had just been thoroughly stimulated, the itchy sensation immediately attracted Mihoko's attention. Just as
Mihoko's heart was completely focused on Rob's kiss, Rob took the opportunity to separate Mihoko's hands and brought his huge
glans to the entrance of her honey hole.

The moment the erect penis touched her labia, Mihoko remembered the huge penis she had just seen, and her body
involuntarily tensed up. But just as she thought of this, she felt an unusual pressure between her thighs, and the glans broke through her labia
and entered.

Perhaps because it was completely wet, it wasn't as painful as she had imagined, but the feeling of being filled up
made Mihoko feel a fear that her body would split open.

“I need to change positions,”

Rob muttered to himself. He probably realized that Mihoko’s standing position prevented
deeper penetration, so he lifted her thighs with both hands, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Ah, no, I can’t do this… Though he thought this, he couldn’t resist. But this feeling of helplessness
only lasted a moment. Because his penis, with her labia facing upwards, could penetrate even deeper, touching her cervix from below
, Mihoko, unable to scream, could only furrow her brow and release her pleasure by constantly shaking her hips.

“Oh! What a beautiful feeling.”

He held Mihoko’s buttocks tightly with both hands, sighing and twisting his waist, completely focused on the movement.

It was such an intense friction, a feeling that her intestines would be ripped out. Mihoko wanted
to twist , but her current state wouldn’t allow it. She could only bite her lip, shake her hair, and shed
tears of joy.

The long penis, exposed and thrusting in and out of the cleft surrounded by soft black hair, quickly
became glistening with honey-like fluid. The sensation, like being pierced through the buttocks with an iron spike, brought Mihoko to
orgasm .

Seeing Mihoko's pleasure, Rob became even more energetic, thrusting his penis harder and more forcefully into her
honey-flowing vagina.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm going crazy... Ah..."

Finally breaking through the limits of pleasure, Mihoko, experiencing intense contractions in her petals, clamped her legs around Rob's
body, her flesh from her stomach to her buttocks beginning to spasm uncontrollably.

The spasms of her vagina intensified Rob's excitement, causing his hips to twist even faster.

"Ah, that's great, I can't hold back anymore, ah..."

Rob groaned, thrusting even harder into her honeyed cave, arching his back and shouting, then
trembling with his massive body as he ejaculated a large amount of semen onto Mihoko's body.

However, Rob's penis remained as hard as ever. Intermittently, his penis would thicken, releasing sticky
semen, each time plunging Mihoko into a sea of pleasure. But Rob wouldn't let up. He removed
the cloth from Mihoko's mouth and began kissing her.

In an instant, Mihoko's tongue was sucked out, even the root of it licked; Mihoko could
barely respond, drooling. Soon after, this stimulation, through the network of lust, reached her core, and desire began to rise again.
Seeing the time was ripe, Rob presented his limp penis to Mihoko, and she unhesitatingly
put it in her mouth. Rob's rapid recovery was truly astonishing; his penis, which had been as soft as an elephant's trunk, hardened

with each lick .
By this time, Mihoko was extremely excited, taking the substantial glans into her mouth and
rubbing it vigorously until it quickly rose again.

"Oh, you're doing it so well, it feels so good."

Rob's breathing became rapid as he gripped Mihoko's face with both hands, using his erect penis as a pivot. He forced
Mihoko's face up and down. Due to the difficulty in breathing, Mihoko felt fear, and her expression became tense.
However, as he continued to forcefully slide her, she also felt a desire to receive this huge penis again,
not only stroking it with her hands but also desperately licking and sucking it.

Rob stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, reveling in the pleasure of oral sex. After a while, he suddenly told
Mihoko stop, and he lay on his back on the quilt, pulling his erect penis to a vertical position.

“Come on, ride on me.”

Mihoko seemed impatient, flipping herself over and mounting her without hesitation. Her still-
wet vagina, still wet from their earlier encounter, immediately met the glans, which was almost the size of an egg. Her body trembled with pleasure as she
slowly sat down.

“Teacher Nagari.”

Someone called out as he entered the school gate. Tatsuya stopped and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

“Oh, it’s Nakanishi. Why do you look so listless?”

This student was Nakanishi Akira, whom he had been tasked with monitoring Mihoko. Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, he guessed
something had happened.

“I saw it last night. I saw Teacher Nishijo with the foreigner who visited the school yesterday.”

Nakanishi seemed very excited.

“Hey, calm down and start from the beginning!”

What I witnessed was this: Yesterday evening, I saw Principal Uchimura taking Professor Saijo out in a car.
So I rode my motorcycle out, and when the two of them lingered in front of a restaurant in Akasaka, Rob
Johnson, appeared and went into the restaurant. That was around 7:00 PM. About three and a half hours later, the principal came out of the restaurant
and drove away. I didn't see the foreigner or Professor Saijo come out again, and finally had to
return .

“Ms. Nishijo must have spent the night with that lecherous foreigner.”

“Very likely. But why would Ms. Nishijo and that foreigner…?”

“Probably arranged by the headmaster. Because these past few days, Ms. Nishijo has been frequently seen going to church, and of course, she’s not the only one who
goes to church…”

“Who is that person?”

“It’s Tachibana Aya from Class B.”

“Tachibana… why does she go to church so often?… This is too strange
; we should investigate her first.”

During lunch break that day, Tatsuya immediately called Aya to the consultation room.

“I heard you’ve been going to church a lot lately. What brings you to church?”

Tatsuya noticed Aya’s face turn pale immediately. But Aya completely maintained a calm demeanor as she answered,

“I like the atmosphere of church because I’m a devout Christian.”

Despite her feigned calmness, Tatsuya, as her homeroom teacher, could still see the wavering in her heart.

"That's a good thing. If you want to go, I definitely won't stop you. But if you have any worries,
you should talk to me first, okay?"

Then Tatsuya talked about her future education before letting Ari go back.

Although he didn't directly mention Nishijo Mihoko, judging from Ari's wavering state,
the information he got from Nakanishi, and the strange attitude he saw from the headmaster at church when Mihoko was resting, he felt there was no doubt that
the headmaster and Mihoko's changes were related to some extent.

Just wait and see, we must expose that hypocrite's true colors!

Chapter Eight: The Well-Designed Trap of the Female Student

A woman's scream echoed in the church basement.

"Ah... Help... Spare me."

The one screaming was the female teacher, Mihoko. She was pitifully hanging upside down by two legs hanging from the ceiling
.

"Here it comes!"

The headmaster's whip made a crisp sound as it struck her soft skin. Mihoko was already in great pain,
with several marks like leeches crawling on her buttocks and back.

"Heh..."

It was a laugh that sent chills down one's spine. The headmaster looked even more unusual than usual today.
His hair , his face glistening with grease, his eyes bloodshot, his shirt open, and his trousers billowing like a tent...
He didn't look like a teacher or a clergyman at all.

The reason for the headmaster's anger was that three days ago at the Akasaka ryotei, when he spent the night with Rob, he hadn't
readily given himself to her. He must have received a call from Rob, though it was just an excuse; he really just wanted to
bully Mihoko.

To force her to act like a prostitute and then torture her like this—the thought of it almost drove Mihoko
mad. But the headmaster was already like a madman; if she resisted now, who knew what cruel methods he would use
against her.

"Remember this well, my orders are God's orders. If you ever betray my orders again
, it won't be a simple punishment like it is now. Remember this."

Ah, how could I have met such a person? He's practically a fascist who impersonates God.

Mihoko now regrets believing the director was a moral person with integrity, but
he didn't even give her time to repent.

"Is it really that painful? You look beautiful like this. I get
excited , especially beautiful women. Look at this hard thing of mine."

The director patted the bulge in his pants in front of Mihoko, then came behind her and
began licking her swollen buttocks.

Ouch... The very peculiar sensation made Mihoko's upside-down body
tremble involuntarily.

"This feels good, doesn't it? Skin is especially sensitive after being whipped."

The director continued licking her buttocks while observing her body's reaction. Soon after, he inserted
his tongue into the cleft of her buttocks, intending to lick her anus.

Mihoko's feelings were incredibly complex. She harbored deep hatred for this inhuman director, yet
the relentless sensual training of the past few weeks had caused her body
to .

The director seemed to have already noticed this shift in Mihoko's emotions. While teasing her anus with his tongue, he
covered her vulva with his palm, gently stroking it. As Mihoko twisted her body from side to side to endure the stimulation
, the director's fingers traced the edges of her vulva.

"Mihoko, excessive restraint isn't good for your body... Look, you're already leaking fluids."

When his fingers touched the area of pleasure, his tongue slid from her perineum to her anus, the tip of his tongue probing deeper.

Ah, he's too cruel. What should I do...? With her body suspended upside down, Mihoko
felt incredibly aroused, and the flames of pleasure burning within her made it almost impossible to maintain a clear mind.
She could feel the honey-like fluid flowing from her body, and soon after, it felt like falling into a dark abyss.

Around 5 PM, as Tatsuya was packing up to leave work, Nakanishi rushed into the staff room, breathless.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Yes, teacher. About two hours ago, while cleaning the classroom, I saw Mr. Nishijo go to the church,
so I followed him. Sure enough, he went through the church and into the headmaster's office, and hasn't come out for two hours.
Isn't that strange?"

"It is strange, but that alone doesn't prove anything."

Seeing Tatsuya with his arms crossed, seemingly deep in thought, Nakanishi said in a cajoling tone.

"Teacher, is it alright to be so slow? What if Mr. Nishijo is... "

"Don't say any more... Alright... I've decided to go to the headmaster's room. But
what if Mr. Nishijo leaves while you're here?"

"Please don't worry about that, teacher. One of my classmates passes by there, so I asked him to keep an eye on things for me."

Nakanishi insisted on going with him, but after being told that being seen by the headmaster might affect his future school admissions,
Tatsuya went to the headmaster's room alone.

Shortly after knocking, the door opened, revealing the headmaster dressed in black. He
showed , maintaining his usual resolute attitude.

"Oh, it's you. What's the matter?"

Tatsuya hadn't expected the headmaster to let him in easily, and even anticipated some resistance, but
the unexpected reply surprised him.

"Please come in."

Tatsuya entered the room and immediately looked for Mihoko, but couldn't find her. Except for the window,
all the walls were bookshelves, and the room only had a sofa the size of a desk, making it impossible for her to hide.

Strange, could Nakanishi have missed her...? But only one person couldn't be mistaken.
So where could she be? Tatsuya felt anxious. According to his pre-planned script, Mihoko, with her hair and clothes disheveled
, would naturally look at him with pleading eyes when she entered.

The headmaster asked Tatsuya to sit on the sofa, and then sat down opposite him.

"What brings you here?"

Seeing the remarkably calm director, Tatsuya suddenly felt a pang of fear. But retreating like this
would be too embarrassing for Nakanishi, who was monitoring him. So, feigning indifference, he went straight to the point.

"Isn't Ms. Nishijo here? A student saw her enter the church." "

Ms. Nishijo did come here two hours ago. I called her here because I had something to discuss. What is it?"

The director's expression remained unchanged.

"I just wanted to talk to you, Director, together with Ms. Nishijo. So, if Ms. Nishijo is here, I think
it's a good opportunity."

He couldn't press the matter about not seeing Mihoko leave the church. That would reveal that someone was monitoring the church
.

"Oh, you seem quite concerned about Ms. Nishijo. You also came to inquire about her when she was sick last time."

A strange glint appeared in the director's eyes. Tatsuya didn't know how to continue. Even if
there was some kind of relationship between the director and Mihoko, revealing his suspicions now would only
make wary. Just then, remembering the matter of Tachibana Ari, Tatsuya changed the subject.

"I want to talk about Tachibana Ari again. I heard she's been coming to church a lot lately. Is there something she needs
to discuss with the headmaster? As her homeroom teacher, I'm concerned about what's bothering her."

The headmaster immediately assured him there was nothing to worry about, adding that Ari came to church often because she liked the
atmosphere.

The headmaster's words and Ari's words seemed pre-arranged, further increasing Tatsuya's suspicions. But since it was
so he couldn't press further. Having gained nothing, he had no choice but to leave the headmaster's room.

*Ding-dong* *Ding-dong* Tatsuya, shirtless after a shower, was drinking beer and
watching the news on TV.

Who would come at this hour? Probably another newspaper salesman… He pulled up
the sleeves of his pajamas, putting them on as he walked towards the door, asking who was knocking.

"It's Tachibana Ari,"

a woman's soft voice said.

"Juhua?... What's the matter at this hour?"

Tatsuya wanted to open the door immediately, but noticed the front button was undone, so he quickly fastened it. There was probably something
she was hiding, and now she wanted to explain... Thinking this made him very excited.

Ari wasn't wearing her school uniform, but a light yellow dress. She looked very mature, almost like an adult,
which startled Tatsuya.

After leading Ari to the living room, Tatsuya took away his half-finished beer, made coffee, and returned to the living room.

Although it was called a living room, his apartment only had one room, plus a kitchen and bathroom. At night,
with the blankets removed, it became a bedroom, so naturally, there was no sofa or similar furniture.

The room was lively with just one woman, which pleased Tatsuya, of course, because she was a young
woman and a school beauty.

To lighten Ari's mood, he chose unimportant topics like the difficulties of single life.
Ari listened to Tatsuya with a somber expression, and then, as if making a great decision, she said...

"What does the teacher think of me?"

"What do you think... I think you're a good student."

Tatsuya didn't understand the true meaning behind her words, so he just brushed it off.

"No. Not as a student, but as a woman, what does she think of me?"

Ari's expression was very serious.

"Don't joke like that, Grandma. A teacher wouldn't look at a student like that."

"Teacher is lying! Teacher always says that love between men and women doesn't need conditions, the important thing is a heart...
I like you, Teacher, I like you so much."

Ari suddenly pushed the table away and rested her face on Tatsuya's lap.

"Don't bother the teacher, Tachibana."

Tatsuya was very surprised by the unexpected development, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Of
course, it was nice to have a beautiful woman like Ari like him, and he was also attracted to Ari in her dress.
But taking advantage of her feelings was something Tatsuya's honor as a teacher wouldn't allow.

"I don't hate you, but I don't see you as a woman. That's the truth, teacher."

"It's okay if you don't like me, teacher, but please understand my heart. I hope the person I love can have my
heart..."

Yari held Tatsuya's hand, rubbing her face against the back of his hand. Her hair was parted, revealing her
snow-white neck, making her look incredibly alluring.

"You're acting strange today. What happened?"

Tatsuya knew that refusing her under these circumstances would hurt her and even cause problems. In short,
high school girls in puberty have very complex hearts, like a mystery, difficult to handle.

"I thought about how you couldn't sleep at night, and that's why you're like this tonight...
Please, teacher, just accept my love this once."

Yari lifted herself up and threw herself into Tatsuya's arms, hugging him tightly. Tatsuya immediately smelled the unique fragrance of a woman.
Is it because of me that Tachibana often goes to church? ... Although such thoughts arose,
they were immediately dismissed.

"Juhua, you should also think about me. I am your teacher. If I can't resist the temptations of my students, I am
not qualified to be a teacher."

"Please don't call this temptation. Because I love you, teacher, I want to have a relationship with you...
You used to say it was a beautiful thing."

"That's not what I meant..."

"That's what I meant."

The feeling of the young woman's body pressing tightly against his was incredibly stimulating for the single Tatsuya.
His penis suddenly began to rise, and Tatsuya realized that if this continued, he would lose control. He
pushed Ari's body away with all his might, and Ari knelt on the ground and began to cry.

"Tachibana, don't cry."

"But..."

Tatsuya couldn't bring himself to put his hand on her trembling, rounded shoulders, and Ari immediately collapsed into his arms, crying. Women are like that,
so hard to deal with. He stroked Ari's back, feeling helpless.

After Ari stopped crying, she looked up at Tatsuya with tears in her eyes.

"Teacher, I won't ask you to have a relationship with me again, but I have one request... Touch
me, just touch me, is that alright?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ari had already pulled Tatsuya's right hand to her chest.

Tatsuya reflexively wanted to pull his hand back, but fearing that Ari would cry again, he didn't want to refuse her cruelly,
letting her place it on her full breasts.

Ari noticed that Tatsuya wasn't refusing, and adjusted the position of his hand so he could firmly grasp her breast.

"Teacher, please put a little more effort... touch it."

Reluctantly applying a little pressure with his fingers, he immediately felt the elastic flesh
swaying in his palm as if it were alive. Tatsuya's heart pounded; the breasts were more substantial than their appearance suggested, truly those of a fully mature woman.
However, because of the clothes and bra, it wasn't a direct touch, which was arguably the only thing that made Tatsuya
feel saved.

"Teacher, how is it? The feeling of touching my breasts... are they big enough?"

Ari was also realistic; her tearful eyes already shone with curiosity.

"Hmm, hmm, about right..."

Tatsuya thought to himself that he should have refused her earlier, but it was too late... “
Teacher isn’t being sincere… Okay, then I’ll pull down your bra so I can feel it clearly.”

As Ari pulled down her bra through her clothes, the shape of her nipples became prominent under her light yellow dress. Tatsuya
hurriedly tried to pull his hand away, but Ari’s hands pressed down on his, refusing to let him leave.

“Hey, hey, Ari…”

Tatsuya was very anxious. Even through the fabric, he could feel his breasts directly. Her
breasts were smooth, as if they were about to suckle his palms, soft like pudding, yet very elastic.

“Ah, Teacher’s hands are so big, so comfortable…”

Ari pressed her hands on Tatsuya’s, helping him slowly rotate and caress her breasts.

“Tachibana, just leave me alone.”

For the single Tatsuya, he was indeed approaching his limit of patience.

At this point, Tatsuya was completely under Ari’s control, knowing that there was no other way but to obey her.
Tatsuya gently touched his erect breasts with his fingers.

"A little harder... Yes... Ah, so good."

Yari leaned into Tatsuya's arms, lifting her face higher, her cute mouth half-open as if asking for something, a posture
that clearly demanded a kiss. This stimulation was too intense for Tatsuya. His previously restrained
genitals swelled to the point of bursting out of his pajama pants. He was almost drawn to Yari's mouth in a daze,
but managed to restrain himself with his last shred of rationality. However, the words that came from Yari's mouth again
completely shattered his last bit of self-control.

"Teacher, I'm already wet."

These words made Tatsuya's mind conjure up images of excited female genitalia. A surge of heat rushed to his head, and Tatsuya suddenly hugged Yari tightly
, pressing his mouth to hers and inserting his tongue. He licked
her mouth and teeth incessantly with his tongue, while his hands continuously caressed her full breasts.

Yari seemed startled by Tatsuya's sudden change, and struggled fiercely to push his mouth away.

"Don't... Teacher."

"Why are you saying such things now? I'm a man too, and I can't take it anymore."

Tatsuya said that Ari's resistance was just a woman's occasional gesture, so he pushed her down, lifted
the hem of her dress, and reached his hand between her thighs. Immediately, a wave of heat reached his hand, and he touched her slightly
damp panties from her smooth thighs. Ari suddenly kicked her legs wildly.

"Teacher, you can't..."

"Don't say such cruel things. Didn't you just want me to have sex with you?"

Once the train of lust started, it couldn't be stopped. The indescribable
softness of her petals came from her thin panties. At this moment, Tatsuya was already very excited. He continued to pull the dress up, completely exposing his lower abdomen, and
his nose rushed towards the woman's valley.

"No, no..."

Contrary to her words of refusal, Ari's struggles became weaker and weaker, and Tatsuya took the opportunity to
bury his head between her legs. The scent of the young girl intoxicated him, and just as he was about to pull down his underwear, Yari
said in a sharp voice, "Teacher, look at this."

When Tatsuya looked up, he saw that Yari's hand had somehow produced a portable recorder.

"..."

For a moment, Tatsuya couldn't understand what that meant.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, everything just now was all an act, everything was recorded."

Tears streamed down her large eyes. Tatsuya's lust quickly subsided, and he slowly sat up. Yari straightened her
dress and began to recount what had happened.

Her first words were spoken in a disdainful tone: "The root of all evil lies with the headmaster..."
indicating that her presence today was entirely at the headmaster's behest.

She then recounted how she was caught stealing books from the bookstore, how she became the headmaster's mistress, how Yamada
Yuzo from Class 3-B was ordered by the headmaster to rape Ms. Saijo, and how she, in turn, was ordered by the headmaster to photograph the rape,
and how Ms. Saijo started going to church after being raped by Yamada, revealing everything without reservation.

Hearing Ari's words, Tatsuya trembled with rage.

The headmaster knew he was suspicious of Ari or Saijo-sensei's actions;
this so the more someone pretended to be a moralist, the less trustworthy they were. Now, just wait and see.
See? We must expose his true colors.

After recounting all of the principal's actions, Yali's face revealed a pure smile.

"Ah, I feel so much better now. Ever since the teacher called me in for a talk, I've been confused about whether I should
tell the truth... If the teacher hadn't meant anything by it just now, I really wouldn't know what to do.
Because that would mean I have no charm at all.

" "Fool, joking with the teacher."

Since it was already late, they decided to discuss their next move after school tomorrow. Tatsuya escorted Yali to the door, and
they were fortunate to see a sky full of stars.

Chapter Nine: The First Experience is the Prelude to Pleasure

"Ayumi, I came to see you today because I have something to discuss."

At Tatsuya's request, Yoshida Yu, who had come to visit his childhood friend Yamada Yuzo, solemnly
brought it up .

"Ayumi, you've been acting like a delinquent lately, but I still believe in you because you're a very gentle
person." "

After last summer, the two of them often talked about the future. But after the summer vacation, Yuuzo
suddenly changed. Before, he would complain, 'Mom is too strict.' Yuuzo's change might have stemmed from
the mother-son relationship. But Yu-hui couldn't be sure what the reason was. Anyway, from then on,
Yuuzo, who didn't do his homework, started being late or skipping classes, and he almost never spoke to her anymore.

'Yuuzo, you raped Ms. Nishijo.'

Yuuzo turned to look at Yu-hui with a surprised expression.

'Don't misunderstand, I'm not here to blame you. I don't think it was your own idea. Who made you do
that ? Tell me.

'That has nothing to do with you, you can't control what I do.'

Yuuzo said defiantly, then looked at the ceiling.

'Do you know how painful Ms. Nishijo's position is now? Because of what you caused, she's now the
principal's mistress being played with. Tachibana from Class B was caught stealing books at the bookstore, and the principal used that as an excuse
to play with her in the same way.'" "Now she's told Mr. Cheng Lai everything. He even took
pictures , of course, on the principal's orders. Do you still want to deny it?"

Yu San remained silent. Yu Hui left her chair and went to the bed, sitting on the edge and looking at Yu San's face. Yu Hui, not wearing
her uniform, was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, just like Yu San.

"Yu San, where did the old Yu San go? You were used by that principal. Let's
cooperate and drive the principal out of the school."

"It's none of my business. Do what you want to do yourself."

Yu San seemed impatient, turning his back to Yu Hui.

"Fool, how can you be so stupid?"

Yu Hui slapped Yu San's back with both hands.

"You're so long-winded, go back now." "

Yuzo tried to push Yuhui's hand away, but accidentally touched her breast, causing Yuhui to press her hand down on top of him
. In an instant, all movement stopped, their eyes meeting. At that moment, Yuhui
was pushed onto the bed. Yuzo, grasping her soft breast, pressed down on her.

"Yuzo, don't do this!"

Yuhui used all her strength to push Yuzo away, trying to stand up, but before she could regain her balance, Yuzo
hugged her from behind.

"Didn't you say you liked me...? Let me fuck you."

"No! Let me go!"

Yuhui pulled away Yuzo's hands from her breast, elbowed him away as he hugged her again, jumped off the bed, and ran to
the door .

"If you do this again, I'm going to scream!"

Yuhui angrily leaned against the door. Yuhui's mother, whom she knew, was also home; if she heard
the woman screaming, she would surely come running.

"Hmph, anyway, I'm someone neither my grandmother nor my uncle cares for. Grandma, you'd better go home." "

Xiong San sat on the edge of the bed, looking sullen.

"Xiong, no, it's just too sudden... I really like you."

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here."

Xiong San fell back onto the bed.

"Okay, Xiong, if you really want my body that much, I'll give it to you."

She had hoped to get together with Xiong San in a good atmosphere, but she felt that if she left now, she wouldn't be able to
communicate with him anymore.

Yu Hui walked to the bedside and sat down with her back to Xiong San.

"Xiong, take off my clothes." After a moment of silence, sensing Yuzo

's movements, Yue closed her eyes, her
heart pounding.

Yuzo seemed to want to ascertain Yue's true feelings, not immediately undressing her, but pressing his lips to hers
. He hesitated at first, but Yue gently accepted, and he gradually became bolder, extending
his tongue as well.

Yue, inexperienced in such passionate kisses, didn't know how to react. But instinctively, she let her tongue
intertwine with his, slowly developing a sense of ecstasy.

When their tongues separated, and she opened her eyes, Yuzo was staring at her, his
expression .

"Is it really okay? I won't care if you regret it later."

"You absolutely won't regret it, because I love you."

Their lips met again. This time, Yu Hui slipped her tongue into Yu San's mouth. Yu San gently sucked on her
tongue, and Yu Hui's mouth filled with saliva, moistening both of their lips. The feeling of moistened lips was
indescribably smooth. With their lips together, Yu San pulled up Yu Hui's t-shirt, and Yu Hui obediently raised
her hands. When her breasts, almost overflowing from her bra, were revealed, Yu Hui felt quite embarrassed.

"Turn off the lights." "

Yuzo immediately turned off the fluorescent light, switched on the overhead lamp in the upper left corner, and then turned the light towards
the wall opposite the bed. He immediately took off his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his underwear.

When Yuhui saw this, she also unzipped her jeans, and Yuzo helped her take them off. Because this was her first time,
Yuhui, who knew nothing, was prepared to completely obey Yuzo's actions. It's unclear where Yuzo learned this, but he seemed very skilled at
this situation, and everything went smoothly.

When Yuhui was left with only her bra and pure white underwear, he gently pushed her body down,
kissing her snow-white neck as he moved her body to the center of the bed.

For Yuhui, whose sensuality was not yet fully open, the kiss on the neck always brought her pleasure, or rather, it was..."
Feeling itchy, she involuntarily squirmed. In that moment, without her noticing, Yuzo had removed her
bra , completely exposing her breasts.

"Yu-hui, I never imagined your breasts were this big."

"Yu-hui, you're so mean!"

Yu-hui tried to cover her breasts with her hands, still feeling embarrassed. But Yuzo's hand was already on her left
breast, slowly caressing it.

"Ah, Yu-hui,"

Yu-hui cried, wrapping her arms around Yuzo's neck, wanting a kiss. Yuzo immediately moved his lips closer,
his tongue darting in. Yu-hui gently accepted his tongue, passionately sucking on it. The feeling of being embraced by the man she loved filled her
with a deep sense of intoxication, as if a new world had opened up before her.

After thoroughly caressing both breasts, Yuzo's hands slid down the curves of her body, his mouth leaving
Yu-hui's lips and moving to her breasts, kissing the prominent pink nipples.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Yu-hui instinctively grabbed Yuzo's hair, a mixture of unease and anticipation
making her heart race even faster.

The hand that had been roaming over her buttocks suddenly moved between her thighs, causing Yu-hui to involuntarily clench her thighs.
But as if to comfort her, Yu-hui let out a sweet
sigh , relaxing her thighs and allowing Yu-hui's hand to enter her secret valley.

"Ah..."

Just sucking on her nipple produced a very strong pleasure, and touching
her most intimate place through her thin panties made her body instantly burn. Yu-hui's full body began to writhe, her
breathing becoming rapid.

"Yu-hui, don't shout."

Reminded by Yu-hui, and remembering that this was Yu-hui's house, Yu-hui immediately lowered her voice. But
it was impossible to simply endure the rising pleasure; lowering her voice only intensified her writhing.

Yu-hui took Yu-hui's distressed hand to his crotch, feeling something hard. Yu-hui understood
Yu-hui's intentions and unhesitatingly stroked his erect penis through her panties. Yuzo's breathing quickened, and he
caressed the woman's vulva even more passionately.

At that moment, Yuhui recalled the scene in a corner of the school where Noguchi, a classmate, forced her to put his penis in her mouth.
It was an accident... She told herself to banish that memory from her mind and then
immerse herself in the pleasure before her.

The more Yuzo touched his penis, the harder and thicker it seemed to become.

Such a large thing inside her... it was almost unbelievable! Yuhui,
inexperienced , felt a little uneasy. But this unease
faded with the increasingly intense pleasure.

Yuzo's hand slipped directly into her underwear, stroking the cleft, and Yuhui felt an almost unbearable
restlessness. As if urged by something, she reached into Yuzo's underwear and gripped his throbbing penis. The

vulva, thoroughly stimulated by the touch of her panties, relaxed its labia after only two or three touches with her fingers, releasing a thick, lustful fluid from
deep within . As the petals became wet, her fingers began to increase the sensation of probing the inner walls, gradually expanding
the area of wetness.

Yu Hui occasionally masturbated to comfort herself, but the feeling of her core being touched by a man she liked
was filled with a sweetness that masturbation could not provide.

"Ah, Xiong, I..."

Overwhelmed by intense passion, Yu Hui gripped the penis tightly and began to writhe her breasts, her soft
abdomen heaving.

"Yu Hui, gripping so hard will hurt, you should touch it gently."

"I'm... sorry..."

Following Xiong San's request, she began to gently stroke the object in her hand. The penis seemed to vibrate in response.
This was probably the right way... With renewed confidence, Yu Hui began to slowly move her palm up and down.

"Ah, that feels so good. But that's enough. Now I want to see Yu-hui's...this part, is that alright?"

Yu-san said, his fingers continuing to swirl inside her honeypot.

"I'll be embarrassed, but since you think this way, I'll endure it."

Before Yu-hui could finish speaking, Yu-san had already taken action. He lifted his upper body, hooking his fingers around
the waistband and pulling them down. Immediately, her pubic hair was revealed, and below, the petals, glistening with dew, were fully exposed.

After Yu-san pulled the panties off her legs, he parted Yu-hui's thighs, taking over the
space with his body. He gently pushed her thighs apart with both hands, bringing his face close to the center of her body.

"Yu-hui, your...this part is so beautiful."

"No...I'm embarrassed. Don't stare like that."

Yu-san's hot breath sprayed onto her thighs. Yu-hui almost wanted to run away due to the intense shame. But
she told herself that giving her body to the person she liked meant doing this, so she continued in her lewd posture.

Yu-hui's labia, untouched by a man's penis, were a fresh, virginal pink,
with a lovely bud peeking out from between her half-open labia. Yu-san inhaled deeply
the scent of her body emanating from the moist petals.

"May I lick it?"

"Yu-san, you're so naughty, don't ask me..."

Of course, Yu-hui knew that lovers would lick each other's genitals, but having no sexual experience, she
couldn't answer that question.

"Ah, so good."

Yu-san's head had already touched her petals, and then began to move slowly up and down.

"Ah, Yu-san..."

Her petals parted, her tongue wriggling inside the moist opening, which Yu-hui clearly felt.

"This is good, isn't it... Yu-hui..."

Yu-san glanced at Yu-hui's expression and lifted her thighs with both hands. Her vulva began to protrude, the labia
pulled apart, widening the opening. Yu-san inserted his tongue deeply, making a sucking sound.
Yu-hui's waist began to writhe seductively.

"Ah... Xiong... This is wonderful..."

This must be what ecstasy feels like. Yu Hui experienced something she'd never felt before, even forgetting her
own wanton posture.

The tongue's movements inside her cleft caused the spring of fluid to flow more and more, quickly becoming a virgin's fountain.
But the tongue, moving within, finally found the most pleasurable spot, Xiong's tongue completely focused there.

"Ah... This feeling is so strange, Xiong..."

Yuhui knew from her masturbation experience that the clitoris was the most sensitive part, but
this was the first time she had ever seen it become so erect and so intensely sensitive.

Seeing Yuhui's strong reaction, Yuzo licked her clitoris even more triumphantly, sometimes flicking it with his tongue, sometimes
sucking it with his mouth.

"Ah, no more... Yuzo, I... what do I do..."

As if her brain was being sucked out, Yuhui's body arched backward, her whole body began to spasm. Her throat
twitched, her breasts vibrated, and her abdomen heaved more and more.

"Your breasts are so sensitive, they're already soaking wet."

Just as Yuzo said, the overflowing nectar had flowed through her anus and onto the sheets, forming round stains, and the cute pubic hair
around her vulva shone with the nectar.

"Yuzo, no more, I'm about to faint."

"No, there's something even better coming."

Yuzo raised his head to catch his breath, then buried his head back into her thighs, but this time he curled his tongue
into a rod shape and began to insert it into her already open vulva.

"Ah, Xiong... help me..."

Yu Hui involuntarily thrust her round buttocks forward, gripping the sheets with both hands, but her body still couldn't help but writhe. Xiong San's
tongue penetrated deeply to the root of her tongue, bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid when it came out.

Yu Hui had never imagined that the tongue could have such a powerful effect during intercourse. It was like a small
penis bringing a friction sensation, then suddenly turning into a soft-bodied creature that sucked against the inner walls of her flesh, creating an intense
sense of intoxication. That tongue was like a magician.

So this is what intercourse feels like... Yu Hui felt that
the fear she had previously had about intercourse had completely disappeared, and she threw herself into the pleasurable landscape created by Xiong San's tongue.

Seeing that Yu Hui was completely controlled by pleasure, Xiong San turned her body over and made her lie face down on the bed.

"Lift your buttocks, I'll lick your breasts from behind."

Although she had lost her mind because of the pleasure, Yu Hui was, after all, a pampered young lady, and hesitated to take that
position . That way, even her anus would be clearly visible to Yuzo.
It took considerable courage to assume such an embarrassing position .

"Are you still embarrassed?"

While Yue hesitated, Yuzo reached behind her and entered her thighs, repeatedly stimulating her clitoris with his fingers.

"Yuzo, no..."

Yue involuntarily twisted her hips, and Yuzo's hand forcefully lifted her from below.
The two mounds, which had been pressed together, began to separate, revealing wet petals at the bottom.

"No... Yuzo..."

Although she twisted her hips in protest, Yue didn't truly refuse. Yuzo understood, of course.
He pushed her erect buttocks even higher, then used both hands to spread the mounds apart, extending his tongue to lick the
honey-scented cleft from bottom to top.

"Ah..."

Yue stuffed the sheet into her mouth to barely suppress the whimpers rising from within, while Yuzo
continued to move around the petals, then forcefully pressed his tongue against the clitoris.

"Ah, Xiong, not there..."

The sensation of Xiong licking her anus initially gave Yu Hui a strong sense of obscenity, so this time she was
seriously protesting. But Xiong didn't stop; his fingers dug into her wet, fleshy opening while his tongue
attacked her clitoris.

Yu Hui couldn't tell what was happening anymore. Besides the obscenity, she suddenly felt itchy,
which then turned into intense stimulation and pleasure. Yu Hui was caught in a vortex of unusual excitement. At this moment, Yu Hui also had
a wish: to give Xiong, who was willing to lick her anus, the same pleasure.

"Now I'll do it for you."

When Yu Hui suddenly looked up, Xiong slowly withdrew his tongue from between her buttocks and raised
his face, which was covered in honey.

"How could you do such a thing?"

"Just leave it to me, I really want to do it for you."

Xiong was very happy to hear this, and hurriedly took off his underwear and lay down in the middle. Xiong's erect penis
was still seeping clear fluid from the tip.

Yuhui leaned between Yuzo's thighs, using her right hand to pull the penis lying on her stomach vertically, then brought her
lips close and licked the tip.

"That's it... like that, lick the whole thing."

She felt no sensation while licking the man's genitals; Yuhui could hardly believe this change in herself.
Now, Yuhui had only one desire: to actively lick this ugly penis and make Yuzo happy.
So the act of licking itself became a pleasure.

Whenever she licked a sensitive spot, Yuzo would react without hesitation, and his attitude became a clue to finding
the vital point. The most sensitive parts were the parts without skin. Especially at the edge under the head or
the parts that looked like they were sewn together, Yuzo would let out a comfortable groan, and the penis would pulsate, indicating his
pleasure .

"Now put the tip in your mouth."

Yuhui did as he said, taking the crown completely into her mouth and sucking it with a soft, sucking sound. As Yuzo's groans
joined in, he began to thrust his hips upwards. Yuhui, instinctively sensing Yuzo's desire, slowly slid
her lips, allowing the penis to penetrate deeper. When she reached her limit of breathlessness, she
exhaled .

"Ah...so good."

Encouraged by Yuzo's reactions, Yuhui gradually grasped the technique as she moved her head up and down a few times
. The segmented movements became increasingly smooth. At this point, the act itself
became stimulating for Yuhui. She felt an itching sensation in her genitals, and thus continued to moisten the penis with her mouth.

"That's enough, if you keep going like this, I'll ejaculate."

Hearing Yuzo's words, Yuhui slowly released the penis.

"Yuzo, you want me to lick your asshole too."

She then lifted Yuzo's legs with both hands, bringing her face close to his buttocks. She stuck out her tongue, aiming it at the cleft, and
licked the wrinkled opening forcefully.

"Ah... Tomoe..."

Overwhelmed with excitement, Yuzo sat up, embraced Tomoe's body, and collapsed onto the
bed , parting her legs to join them.

"Tomoe, I love you..."

"Ah Xiong, I... love you too..."

The woman's body, never before penetrated by a man, felt intense pain from the intrusion of a foreign object.
However, her intense desire for Xiong San gave Yu Hui the strength to endure the pain.

"Does it hurt, Yu Hui?"

"Mmm... but it's alright."

Yu Hui was happy with Xiong San's tenderness, and while she was happy to be a woman
, she hugged Xiong San even tighter. The initial pain gradually lessened as Xiong San began to move his body up and down,
as if exchanging it for the pain, creating a comfortable fullness within her body.

"Ah, this is what it means for a man and a woman to unite as one..."

Yu Hui felt an excitement akin to being moved, trying to spread her body as wide as possible to cooperate with Xiong San.
If they continued this piston-like motion, even though it was her first experience, she might very well experience an orgasm.

But as the thrusting became smoother, a change occurred in Xiong San's movements. His whole body began to tremble,
emitting a beast-like groan.

"I...I'm going to cum!"

After thrusting his buttocks upward two or three times, Yuzuru's penis, already inside Yu-hui, swelled even more, and at that
moment , hot liquid sprayed onto the uterine wall. Yuzuru kept his penis deeply inserted into Yu-hui's body,
arching his upper body backward, his whole body continuing to spasm. The erection inside his body began to swell intermittently, each
swell causing a small explosion.

At first, Yu-hui felt her pleasure interrupted, wriggling her lower body to eliminate the pain-like sensation,
but like the receding tide, her emotions gradually stabilized, and she felt a sense of satisfaction from completing her first act.

Since his union with Yu-hui, the knot in Yuzuru's heart had been completely untied, and he told Yu-hui without reservation how
his parents' excessive expectations had become a burden, leading him astray, and how the headmaster had told him that if he could
rape Mr. Xicheng, he could definitely get him to graduate, etc. He then assured Yu-hui that he was willing to cooperate with Mr. Cheng Lai to
expel that hypocritical headmaster from the school.

Chapter Ten: The Honey Cave is the Devil's Favorite Place.

The rain, which had started three days ago, continued intermittently. The car radio was broadcasting the weather
forecast, indicating the approaching rainy season. The Uchimura BMW sped through the darkness towards Shinjuku,
turning right near Senkawa towards Seijo Academy.

"The person I'm meeting today is very important to me. If you dare to do anything against me, I will absolutely
not forgive you,"

the director threatened as he drove. Mihoko sat beside him, listening with a gloomy heart. She
could roughly guess what was going to happen.

About a month had passed since the director's first humiliation. During this time, Mihoko had
not only been toyed with by the director but had also offered her body to a foreigner. Now, she was about to be violated by a strange man;
no wonder she was so depressed.

She had to get out of this situation as soon as possible…

This thought grew stronger in Mihoko's mind with time. Especially in the past few days, the director's
violent behavior had instilled fear in Mihoko. However, when she actually considered escaping, many concerns arose, making her hesitant
to act rashly, and even questioning whether she truly intended to flee.

As Mihoko pondered these thoughts, the car arrived at the luxurious gate of a high-class residence.
A plaque reading "Nakata Residence" hung on a pillar at the entrance. Of course, this was a name Mihoko had never heard of before. The man

who opened the door was a crew-cut man in his thirties, with a burly, thug-like appearance.
He seemed to already know the director, and with a friendly demeanor, led the two of them into the living room.

"Chairman, Mr. Uchimura has arrived,"

the man announced from outside.

"Come in,"

a deep voice came from inside.

Just who was this person? Judging from the luxurious residence and the title of "chairman," he was undoubtedly a very important
figure. Mihoko felt uneasy, but she could only follow Uchimura inside.

It was a room of about ten tatami mats, with an old man lying in the center of the room, his bedding laid out.

“President Nakata, I’ve brought what you requested today.”

The director said, sitting down and gesturing for Mihoko to sit as well. The person who had led the way helped the elderly man up and
pulled out a chair for him.

Mihoko immediately recognized him as a patient. His eyes were sunken, his face thin, his hands and feet skin and bones
, and his skin lacked any luster. Despite this, he still exuded a certain air about him, probably due to
his silver hair and intelligent-looking face.

“Oh, very beautiful.”

After Nakata’s glance, Mihoko immediately lowered her head.

“Mr. Uchimura, you’ve brought a very nice woman, perfectly suited to my tastes. Leave
the matter of your school’s donation to me; I’m sure you’ll be satisfied.”

The director seemed to be using Mihoko to get the elderly man to raise funds for the school; what a despicable man…
Mihoko gritted her teeth inwardly.

“With the chairman’s word, I’m completely relieved… Everything depends on the chairman.
Please enjoy yourself today. I’ve already instructed this woman to do everything.”

Mihoko was utterly bewildered. What would this skinny patient want her to do? “Oh? That’s great
. First, let her undress. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a beautiful woman’s body. Kondo, you stay and
admire as well.”

The man waiting respectfully behind Nakata nodded expressionlessly.

How could she undress in front of three men… Mihoko felt
a cold sweat breaking out all over her body.

“Mihoko, quickly undress. Please let the chairman see your body.”

About a week ago, the head doctor started calling Mihoko by her name directly.

“I can’t do this…”

Mihoko whispered in the head doctor’s ear. At that moment, the head doctor suddenly slapped her across the face.

“Do you want me to strip you naked?”

The head doctor grabbed Mihoko’s collar fiercely, instilling intense fear in her.

"Stop arguing, hurry up and take it off!"

"Mr. Uchimura, please don't be so angry. I've already seen this Miss Mihoko, and I won't
live much longer. So I'm asking you, Mr. Uchimura, that I want to see a beautiful woman before I leave this world."
"A woman. Let's just consider it the dream of a poor old woman and grant my wish."

The chairman's calm attitude somewhat eased Mihoko's tension. And it was obvious that even if she refused,
she couldn't hold out. Mihoko had no choice but to turn her back to them and begin to take off her white suit. She

took off her top and placed it aside, then unbuttoned all the buttons on her white shirt, stood up, took off her top
first , then her skirt, and before taking off her petticoat, she took off her pantyhose.

The men's eyes were completely focused on her every move. But Mihoko, perhaps resigned to her
fate , didn't feel any shame; perhaps she had already been ravaged by the director to the point of forgetting what shame was. But taking off
her petticoat still required a bit of courage.

As the white petticoat fell from Mihoko's body, she heard a man sigh.

"Mr. Uchimura, indeed a beautiful body..." "

Yes, she is a rare beauty..." "Quickly take off your underwear and turn around." "

Looking at Mihoko's body from behind, her allure is undeniably captivating, enough to make any man's mouth water. Especially the curves from her waist to
her full hips, exuding a sensual aura, naturally stirring the men's hearts.

Mihoko removed her bra and panties, covering her pubic hair with one hand and her breasts with the other
, slowly turning towards the men in a classical nude pose.

'Put your hands down, Mihoko!'

'Mr. Uchimura, don't be in such a hurry.'

Chairman Nakata stopped Uchimura from standing up.

'Beautiful! ...So beautiful. Could you come a little closer so I can see more?'

Under the men's gaze, Mihoko felt ashamed and involuntarily squatted down.

'What's wrong with your breasts? Don't you understand?'

The director pushed Mihoko's head forcefully, causing her body to lean forward, her hands resting on the tatami mat,
her freed breasts swaying.

'Spare me...' " "

As soon as she lifted her upper body, the headmaster twisted her hands behind her back and said to the young man from before,

'Mr. Kondo, do you have anything to tie her up? This English teacher, although trained by me,
still has some shortcomings.'

Upon hearing this, the man went to the wardrobe and took out the sash of a yukata, handing it to the headmaster. The headmaster took it and
quickly tied Mihoko's hands, then together with Kondo, lifted Mihoko's body to the chairman's side.

'Young people are so impulsive. But perhaps it's better not to use your hands on your breasts. When you're embarrassed,
you inevitably have to hide it.'

He seemed very kind, but he was a man whose background was unknown. Although he was weak from illness,
you could sense from his aura how many life-or-death situations he had experienced.

'What beautiful breasts, let me touch them.'

The old man's skinny hands, as if measuring weight, lifted from below the breasts upwards. Mihoko
turned her face away, enduring the humiliation.

'Hmm, this smooth skin is so elastic. The weight in the palm, and these cherry-like nipples...'"
"Truly top-notch."

The chairman, stroking her breasts, finally pressed his face against them, shaking his head to enjoy the friction
. Mihoko felt a tremor upon contact, a chill running down her back. But with her hands bound behind her back
and two men behind her, she couldn't move.

"It's been so long since I've felt this good."

The old man lifted his head from her cleavage, his face flushed with excitement.

"Not much hair here, just my preference."

As he said this, he played with Mihoko's pubic hair. The director pulled Mihoko, who was sitting sideways,
up so that her pubic hair was right in front of the old man's eyes. At that moment, Mihoko felt like a woman bound to a hospital bed after childbirth.

"Such a soft feeling, such glossy hair, you must really enjoy sex, right,
Mr. ?"

"You're right, and the sounds you make are quite pleasant! Although it's not fully developed yet,
let me show you the most important part now."

The director gave Kondo a subtle wink, then suddenly pushed Mihoko down. Two men grabbed Mihoko's
struggling legs, lifting them high so her legs touched her stomach. This completely
exposed Mihoko's crotch to the men. "

No, don't do this!"

Mihoko tried to struggle with all her might, but with two men pressing down on her from both sides, she could only lift her upper body
slightly , making her breasts sway more.

"Oh, this is wonderful."

The chairman's eyes were fixed on her fuzzy labia, then he placed two fingers on either side of the cleft,
immediately spreading it apart. It was as if a flower had suddenly bloomed, revealing its fleshy mucous membrane.

Ah, how could she do such a thing… Overwhelmed by shame, Mihoko felt she was about to
faint . She even thought that fainting might be better.

"This cleft is quite novel. If I still had the energy, I'd love to take a bite right now. By the way, Kondo, you
can take it for me; even making a beautiful woman moan takes practice. " "

Kondo was naturally delighted.

He immediately turned Mihoko's body to his side, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and brought his face close to the
V-shaped slit.

"Mr. Kondo, you must lick it properly, because Mihoko especially likes licking there,"

the director added fuel to the fire.

"No! No..."

Mihoko shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face. If she had known this would happen, she wished she had been
born ugly. Just because she was beautiful, she had to be a toy for men... It was utterly unreasonable.

Of course, Kondo couldn't understand Mihoko's pain. He frantically licked Mihoko's open slit with his tongue.

"Kondo is indeed very energetic, but just licking a woman frantically won't make you happy. You have to observe the woman's
reaction while you lick." "

The president gently touched Mihoko's breasts as she spoke to Kondo. Kondo listened,
sighed , and peered through the bushes at Mihoko's expression. Then he extended his tongue fully and pressed it against her vulva,
slowly moving it up and down.

As her anger subsided, Mihoko's attention involuntarily focused on her crotch. The licking
motion inevitably aroused her.

'Ah...no, no...stop!'

'Mr. Kondo, lick her clitoris, Mihoko will cry with pleasure.'"

This time, it was the director who interrupted from the side. Kondo parted the pubic hair with his hand and licked the upper part of the vulva with the tip of his tongue. A low moan came from
Mihoko 's mouth, and her buttocks began to wiggle. Seeing this reaction, Kondo became even more enthusiastic
, and his tongue was completely focused on the clitoris.

"Ah... Ah... No..."

"Mr. Kondo, did you hear that? Mihoko is moaning."

Kondo was even more pleased and sucked on the pointed clitoris in his mouth.

"Ah..."

A numbing sensation was produced in the uterus. Mihoko couldn't help but arch her back and suddenly
released .

"Oh, it really sounds very good. The sensitivity is probably quite good. And such a painful expression is
so beautiful."

The chairman seemed very satisfied and leaned over to look at Mihoko's furrowed brows.

The signs of Mihoko's excitement immediately appeared in the center of her body, and the opening of her lower body began to shine with
honey .

“Mr. Kondo, it’s getting wet, isn’t it? Give her a good taste of your nectar.”

The director’s eyes seemed to be blazing with fire as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Upon hearing this, Kondo immediately thrust
his tongue into her vagina. Mihoko wriggled her buttocks uncontrollably, and Kondo took the opportunity to make soft sucking sounds as
he absorbed the nectar.

“Ah…”

In her heart, she resisted, but her body reacted to the stranger’s tongue. She couldn’t help but
hate her own body, and her already rising curves, defying her will, rose at an acute angle
.

“Kondo is not bad either. When did you learn how to lick a woman? But it looks quite fragrant.
Let me taste it too.”

“It would be best to taste it. Mr. Kondo, now take out your thing and let Mihoko lick it.”

The director immediately took action, positioning Mihoko’s buttocks directly in the direction of the chairman and making her raise them
high . At this moment, Kondo came in front of Mihoko, casually pulling down her trousers and underwear,
revealing his erect penis. Then he forced Mihoko to take it into her mouth, and then used both hands to hold Mihoko's head and slide it up and down.

Looking at Mihoko from behind, it was indeed quite stimulating. Her slightly swollen vulva was completely spread apart to the left and right,
revealing wet petals in the middle. Under the light, the mucous membrane inside the vagina showed different colors due to the different angles, and
the overflowing honey had already flowed down her legs.

"This kind of sight is really irresistible to men, let me try it."

The chairman inserted his middle finger into the hole, then pulled it out to smell it, and then put it in his mouth to suck the honey.

"Mmm, it smells so good! The smell of a young woman is so good."

"Chairman, use this thing to caress her."

The director handed her a rubber-like electric dildo from the side.

"You've prepared very thoughtfully. Because my thing is completely useless now."

The chairman took it from the director, turned it on, and aligned the vibrating dildo with
the opening of the vulva, slowly inserting it.

Suddenly, she felt something wriggling inside her body. Mihoko involuntarily wanted to scream, but Kondo grabbed her hair
tightly . Immediately, a thick, hard penis was shoved into her throat, causing her to writhe in pain.

"Oh, does it really feel this good...? This will be even better, right?"

The chairman began to move the inserted dildo in and out with his hand. A sweet current surged from her back,
reaching her brain directly. The taste and sensation of the pulsating male penis in her mouth stimulated her senses, and Mihoko was
completely caught in a vortex of excitement.

The constantly moving dildo was soon coated with a layer of oil, disappearing back into the opening as soon as it came out.
With this movement, her labia sank in and out, each time bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid.
Mihoko was completely immersed in sensual pleasure.
As , her head began to move rapidly up and down, rubbing against the penis in her mouth.

"That's about enough, the woman's labia are starting to twitch. Kondo, you come and keep her company."

When a cloudy liquid began to appear between the dildo and her labia, the chairman pulled out the dildo, returned to the original
position, and exhaled. As if taking turns, Kondo pulled his penis out of Mihoko's mouth,
turned her buttocks to a position where the president could easily see their joined parts, adjusted the angle of his penis, and inserted it
into her wet slit from behind.

"Ouch!"

Mihoko, who was already close to the peak of excitement, was hit hard from behind and let out a scream-like
sound. Her body trembled as she pressed her forehead against the tatami.

"Mihoko, come and eat mine."

When her hair was pulled up, she saw that the director had somehow taken off his pants, revealing his lower body, and the terrifying weapon was right in
front of her. Then he pressed his penis against Mihoko's mouth and forcefully thrust it in.

"Ah..."

Before she could even catch her breath, Kondo's penis pierced her clitoris.

"Oh, that's quite bold."

Seeing the intense carnal battle unfolding before her eyes, the president, who had been pretending to be calm, now had
a strange glint in his eyes.

"Mihoko, this is the inner muscle that you like, aren't you going to suck it properly?"

He tied up Mihoko's hair and pushed her head down towards his penis. The enormous penis pierced her throat, and
Mihoko let out a frog-like croak as she spat out the pulsating shaft, but it was only for a moment before it was quickly
thrust into her mouth. With the director's skillful manipulation of her body, she was forced to let the penis move freely in and out of her mouth.

With each thrust, Kondo's movements seemed to become more practiced. Kondo's lower abdomen touched Mihoko's round
buttocks , and her body jolted forward. The director, in coordination with this movement, thrust forward, so the penis remained deeply
embedded in her throat.

Mihoko felt like a small boat tossed about in a raging storm, the numbness in her core seemingly
vanishing, replaced by a melting sensation.

The sounds of flesh colliding, the man's rapid breathing, and the sounds emanating from Mihoko's throat created
a discordant symphony. In this three-way union, the director was the first to reach climax.

"Mihoko, let your milk shower, ah..."

The director suddenly pulled the penis out of Mihoko's mouth, grabbed her hair to lift her face, and
poured a sticky liquid onto her beautiful, ecstatic face. The liquid that had been sprayed onto his forehead, face, and mouth dripped
down.

"Look, a miracle is happening!"

The chairman, who had been watching this gruesome cannibalistic battle from the sidelines, suddenly shouted. Everyone turned to look at
him .

"Chairman..."

Kondo, who had stopped his actions while in contact with Mihoko, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, seeing
the chairman's lower body exposed, his hand supporting his erect penis.

"Chairman Nakata..."

The director also stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"It's been seven years since I've seen anything like this... Looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

The chairman seemed quite proud as he shook his penis, which was thick and round, contrasting sharply with his thin body, and
showed dark veins.

"Mihoko, go and suckle."

The director urged Mihoko, who was panting with her forehead pressed against the tatami mat. Immediately, regardless of her reaction, he lifted Mihoko
's body and placed her head between the chairman's thighs. Mihoko had no strength left to resist, letting the director
manipulate her into taking the president's black, glowing penis head into her mouth. She could only succumb to the lust surging within her, licking the ugly
glans.

Seeing Mihoko begin to give him a blowjob, Kondo resumed his previously halted piston-like movements, forcefully
thrusting into her wet, crevice. The friction, which had begun to numb with time, became
even more pronounced upon its return. Mihoko experienced an intense, agonizing pleasure, as if trying to escape the sensation,
opening her mouth wide to deeply engulf the rod-like flesh.

"Oh! This is wonderful, this kind of pleasure. I could die in peace now."

The president's face flushed, staring at the ceiling, moaning softly as he tried to lift his buttocks.

Under the relentless onslaught of the men's lustful power, Mihoko's body finally
released the pent-up energy within her buttocks, her vagina contracting in wave-like spasms.

"Ahhh..."

Mihoko's spasms also transmitted to the penis inserted into her body. Kondo let out a scream, his buttocks
twisting two or three times before he suddenly ejaculated deep inside her.

"Mihoko, now it's the chairman's turn! Mr. Kondo, come and help."

Even as Kondo's penis was still thrusting in and out, before he could even catch his breath, two men
lifted Mihoko's body from either side.

"Chairman Nakata, lie down, we'll take care of the rest."

Following the director's instructions, the chairman lay on the blanket, and with Kondo's help, the director positioned Mihoko's body on
the chairman's bare thighs. They simultaneously spread her thighs, and thick semen dripped from Mihoko's open vagina
onto the head of his erect penis.

"Ah... please have mercy on me."

Mihoko's consciousness began to fade, and she limply lowered her head. The director and Kondo held the limp Mihoko, aligned
her vaginal opening with the head of their penises, and slowly lowered her body.

After being toyed with for so long, and then told to leave first with the excuse of having something to discuss, Mihoko dragged her heavy steps to the National
Station arriving close to midnight. As she got into a taxi, a sigh of relief was mixed with a surge of intense despair.

Ah! No! No! How long will this continue?! I'll
die if this goes on. Come to think of it... I shouldn't have gone to talk to the director. But regret is useless now; I can only
seriously think of a way to escape. But what can I do? If I escape, who knows what that crazy
director might do...

Dazed and disoriented, she got out of the taxi, and there was someone waiting for her in front of her apartment.

"Teacher Nishijo, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Nakanishi-kun... what happened in the middle of the night?"

"Where did you go in the middle of the night, teacher? I know, you were with the headmaster."

"..."

"No need to hide it anymore, we all know. We know what the headmaster did to you and Ari.
Ari told Teacher Narirai everything. Yamada also confessed that he was instructed by the headmaster to rape
you . Now, everyone is gathered at Teacher Narirai's place to discuss countermeasures. So we wanted to invite you to join us. I
came to pick you up."

What... they all know, oh my god! Mihoko felt a tense thread suddenly snap,
all her strength vanished, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to support herself.

"Teacher... what happened to you?"

Mihoko felt Nakanishi's voice fading into the distance...

Chapter Eleven: Exposing the Mask of the Pervert

The operation to expel the headmaster begins with using bait to gather evidence.

Tatsuya asked his father's friend to call the director: "I've prepared a huge sum of money, but could you introduce me to
a woman? Mr. Nakata Heijiro, the chairman of Toei Industries, said you have a very beautiful woman." This
conversation, which resembled a pimping match, was completely recorded. Because Nakata's name was mentioned, the director did
n't suspect anything, and the operation was successful.

Next, when the director called Mihoko's apartment, the entire conversation was recorded. On the appointed day,
when the director took Mihoko to the designated Kichijoji Hotel, Nakanishi recorded it with a camera.

Then, a fierce confrontation occurred between Tatsuya and the director at the hotel... Tatsuya didn't want to make the matter
public because it would hurt Mihoko or Aya, so he, along with Nakanishi, Tomoe, Yuzo, and Aya, said
they wouldn't pursue the director's past misdeeds and demanded his resignation. The despicable Uchimura, surrounded by everyone,
felt fear, but being a worldly person, he immediately adopted an attitude of not caring about anything.

“Go ahead and sue! I’ll go to court or Congress and tell everyone how I did these women,
in detail !”

He let out his characteristic strange laugh in the hotel.

As a result, Tatsuya and the others couldn’t pursue the director any further. They could only grit their teeth and watch him
swagger out of the hotel.

Of course, they were furious. Although the director hadn’t contacted Mihoko
or Ari since their confrontation at the hotel, the fact that he was still at the school was something Tatsuya couldn’t be happier about. To find out what was going on with the director
, he asked a friend who worked at a private investigation agency to begin a thorough investigation into the director’s activities.

While they were spending their time in this uneasy mood, on the Sunday after their confrontation, Mihoko visited Tatsuya’s
apartment .

“Tatsuya-sensei, you freed me from the director; I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

"Don't be so formal. Actually, I'm the happiest because it's nice to talk to you like this, Ms. Nishijo.
I was really sad when you were cold to me. But it's also infuriating that the director is still the director."

Tatsuya's hair was neatly styled, and he was dressed much more smartly than usual.

"Has the detective agency not made any news yet?"

"Yes, but they'll definitely find something on the director."

On the surface, Mihoko appeared calm, but she was definitely not at peace inside.
The unusual experiences of the past month and a half, starting with Yuzo's rape, were now causing her distress. If it were just nightmares, that would be fine, but the most painful thing was
being raped by many men, which made her feel dirty, and the idea that she had become dirty remained in her mind and could not be shaken off.

"Ms. Nishijo, have you had lunch?"

Although it was already past two o'clock, when Mihoko called in the morning, she had planned to
have lunch .

"No, not yet."

"Great, I haven't eaten either. Let's have sushi, my treat, of course."

"Wow, that's wonderful."

Seeing that Mihoko's face was not cheerful, Tatsuya tried his best to make her forget the
incident , asking about Mihoko's life in America. When recalling her happy life in America, Mihoko felt
her spirits gradually lifted, and she talked enthusiastically about her school life, her teachers, her classmates, and her trip to New York.
After dinner, the two continued to talk enthusiastically, and when they looked at their watches, it was already past five o'clock. "

Ah, it's already so late... I should say goodbye."

"It doesn't matter, if you'd like, let's have dinner together somewhere else tonight."

For Tatsuya, it was a rare opportunity to have such a friendly conversation, so naturally he didn't want her to leave.
Mihoko felt the same way; after a period of happy time, the thought of being left alone was naturally annoying.

"But, are you busy?"

"No, not busy. As long as it's convenient for Nishijo-sensei." The

two arrived at Kichijoji and went into the roast chicken restaurant that Tatsuya was familiar with. Tatsuya had originally suggested a French meal, but
Mihoko wanted roast chicken instead. Of course, they also wanted to drink.

They probably drank five or six bottles, and Mihoko became tipsy. Tatsuya helped Mihoko out of the roast chicken restaurant.
At first, Mihoko tried to control herself, but after drinking a little, she couldn't stop.

On the street, Tatsuya hailed a taxi.

When the taxi arrived at Mihoko's apartment, it was already 11:30.

"Today was so much fun, thank you."

"I'm happy too, I have to go back now."

Tatsuya extended his right hand, and Mihoko took it.

"Good night."

Just as the hand was about to leave, Mihoko suddenly felt
very sad that she was about to return to the world of nightmares, and blurted out, "Teacher Narirai, please don't go, please stay with me tonight." "

Although it was unexpected, Tatsuya naturally hoped for it too. However, both of them were drunk. It wouldn't matter
if it were an unimportant woman, but he didn't want to be with Mihoko while drunk.

"But, Nishijo-sensei, it's better if I go home tonight."

After gently pushing Mihoko away, Tatsuya turned to leave. Mihoko, completely believing she had been rejected and still
a bit drunk, yelled at Tatsuya's back, "So you think I'm
a dirty !"

"That's not true at all. I still love Nishijo-sensei."

As Tatsuya turned back, Mihoko rushed to him.

"Then don't leave me tonight!"

Tatsuya thought to himself as he hugged Mihoko tightly. Now, he was the only one who could comfort Mihoko.

When Mihoko stood naked before him, her beauty almost instantly
erased all the drunkenness.

"You're so beautiful, Nishijo-sensei."

"No, you should call me Mihoko!"

"Mihoko, you're so beautiful." "I don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment."

Tatsuya hugged Mihoko and pressed his lips to hers. Mihoko's skin was as soft as cotton, almost like it had
a suction effect . Just the touch of skin was like magic, and his manhood stiffened.
He gently slipped his tongue between Mihoko's lips, stroking her back and sucking on her tongue.

This feeling of comfort from being embraced by a man was a first for Mihoko. The thought of spending an uneasy
night together filled her with joy.

Ah... Tatsuya...

Mihoko leaned against Tatsuya's chest, ecstatically withdrawing her tongue and then sucking on it, their
tongues intertwining in rhythm with his.

They kissed deeply, Tatsuya's hand moving down her smooth back. They moved toward the bed, falling onto it
together in .

"Forget those unpleasant memories." Mihoko

nodded gently at Tatsuya's face as he looked down at her, then closed her eyes slightly.

After another kiss, she gently sucked on her even wetter, red lips, while simultaneously reaching out to caress her breasts.
The smooth mounds of flesh felt softer and softer under his palm, an indescribable, uniquely feminine sensation that brought Tatsuya
immense pleasure.

His caresses didn't stop; Tatsuya's lips moved from Mihoko's mouth to her earlobe, where his hot
breath brushed against her, and he saw Mihoko tilt her chin back in apparent pleasure. His tongue began gently,
then, seeing Mihoko's reaction as she moved, he pressed his tongue firmly against her earlobe, pinching the nipples that hardened beneath his palm.

"Ah, ah..." "Tatsuya, you're playing with me!"

Mihoko felt a deep sense of ecstasy in Tatsuya's gentle caresses. Her body writhed subtly, one
hand grasping Tatsuya's hair, the other stroking his broad back.

Mihoko's heightened emotions transmitted to Tatsuya through their intertwined skin. Excited, Tatsuya
hurriedly licked down from his neck, quickly reaching his breasts, taking the erect nipples into his mouth and playing with them with his tongue. Simultaneously, his hand
slid along the curves of his body, slipping into the valley surrounded by dark hair.

The sweet current that emanated from his nipples combined with the pleasure of his hand stroking the cleft of his flesh
, creating a vortex of pleasure in the center of his buttocks. Mihoko's hand on Tatsuya's back tightened its grip on
his muscles, her breathing becoming more rapid.

Ah, this softness is indescribable…

Tatsuya felt it even more deeply; after his palm touched the fullness of her genitals, he raised his fingers to measure the depth of her secret opening.
Mihoko relaxed her thighs in response, lifting her trembling vulva. As Tatsuya's fingers
moved rapidly up and down, he immediately felt the wetness.

Mihoko's body ignited a powerful desire. As if entrusting all her passion to her hands, she reached out and gently
stroked the throbbing penis pressed tightly against her thigh.

"Ah... Mihoko..."

Tatsuya became even more excited, widening the gap between Mihoko's thighs and his own to allow her hand
to grasp his burning penis. At the same time, his fingers continued to play in her wet garden. Sensual waves washed over Mihoko
, who responded to Tatsuya's fingers by stroking his penis up and down, almost bringing him to ejaculation herself. She hastily
put into practice the lewd thought she had long harbored, sliding her body downwards.

Mihoko, noticing Tatsuya's intention, unhesitatingly parted her thighs, welcoming his face into her wet
vulva.

The pubic hair-adorned cleft glistened wetly, emitting a sweet scent, eagerly anticipating contact with Tatsuya's
lips. After clearly seeing the lustful, boat-shaped labia, Tatsuya, in a state of extreme excitement, pressed his lips down.

"Tatsuya... Tatsuya..."

Mihoko arched her upper body backward, thrusting her vulva towards Tatsuya's mouth, enjoying
the pleasure of having her nectar sucked out. At this moment, Tatsuya held Mihoko's thighs, stretching his tongue as far as he could, like a mother cat licking her kitten,
carefully and repeatedly licking her vulva.

Mihoko felt Tatsuya's passion and felt grateful, so she couldn't help but say, "Let me do it for you now."

She lifted herself up and gently pushed Tatsuya's head away.

"Don't force yourself."

He had originally hoped she would do this, but Tatsuya thought of Mihoko's past hurts and didn't want her to think about
the past so he said this. Tatsuya's thoughtfulness made Mihoko grateful again, and she took the initiative to climb between Tatsuya's thighs, lifting
the penis lying on her stomach, and carefully licking and playing with it.

"Ah... I'm so happy, Mihoko..."

Tatsuya placed his erect penis into the mouth of the woman he longed for, reveling in the intense stimulation.
Mihoko thought to herself that she would do anything to make Tatsuya happy, even if it was
a technique : licking his penis, sucking his scrotum, playing with his perineum, probing his anus with her tongue, and then turning her mouth into a vaginal opening
for his penis to slide in and out.

Mihoko's exquisite tongue skills brought the already quite excited Tatsuya to the peak of his climax.
A fiery sensation surged upwards from the center of his penis, and Tatsuya's buttocks twitched a few times before he cried out.

"Mihoko, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to ejaculate if you keep going!"

But Mihoko not only didn't stop, but the speed of her head movements increased even more.

"Ah...no...I'm going to throw up, I'm coming...I'm coming...
ah..."

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Tatsuya's whole body convulsed, and his penis exploded in Mihoko's mouth. Mihoko
desperately swallowed the gushing hot fluid.

"Ah...Mihoko..."

Seeing Mihoko's enthusiasm in swallowing his semen, Tatsuya was deeply moved. He immediately picked up Mihoko and kissed
her mouth, which was covered in white cream. Mihoko gently returned the kiss, then lightly massaged his shrunken penis with her slender fingers.
Her mouth quietly left Tatsuya's, and she brought her face close to his crotch, sucking on the flesh. At
the same time hugged Mihoko's buttocks, burying his face between her legs.

That night, as silence fell over Mihoko's bed, the eastern sky began to lighten.

About ten days after spending a touching night in Mihoko's room, Tatsuya received
the best news from a friend at a private investigation agency. The director had recently purchased many properties in the city, expensive lands that were absolutely
impossible .

Tatsuya immediately questioned the director at a faculty meeting, but the director insisted that the money came from stocks. However,
many faculty members were also dissatisfied with him and demanded the establishment of a special investigation committee. The results of the investigation revealed that
the director had embezzled a huge sum of donations.

After a month-long investigation by the prosecutor's office, the director was indicted for embezzlement.

Later, with the resignation of Director Uchimura Masayoshi, Seito High School lost its de facto leader. The principal, whom the director had
tricked into not coming to school, was reinstated, and the new school year began in September under the new personnel arrangements.

The third period was English. When the English teacher, Nishijo Mihoko, entered the classroom, the students of Class 3-B sighed
simultaneously . Wearing a daring open-necked top, a shirt so thin it almost revealed her bra, and
a tight skirt that showed her hips swaying as she walked, this image was vastly different from the Mihoko of the previous semester.

Mihoko stood on the podium, her face tanned and glowing, radiating the beauty of a mature woman.

"Teacher seems suddenly sexy, what happened?"

As usual, the boys started teasing her.

"Nakamura-kun, thank you, I'm a woman of a certain age too."

"Teacher, I can see the outline of your panties, what color are they today?"

The question came from Kenichi Konno, the smallest boy in the class, nicknamed "Rat," a collector of women's panties.

"Guess what color? If you guess right, I can give them to you."

"Really? I know, it's this year's most fashionable yellow."

"Unfortunately, it's blue."

Laughter erupted in the classroom.

"I'm hard because Teacher's breasts are so beautiful, can I masturbate?" This was

Hoshino Toshio, the only son of a doctor, who was usually very honest but could say things others wouldn't dare when excited.

"Sure, but you have to do it in front of everyone. I want to see too, please come over here."

Everyone clapped.

"I don't want to..."

It was rare for him to blush; his dark face turned crimson.

Although everyone's mouths were mean, they were still quite cute. Three months have passed since the incident with the headmaster. Now ,

with Tatsuya's lover by her side, she's slowly forgetting the pain of the past.
Mihoko has transformed into a mature teacher who can confidently handle the jokes of the boys
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