Terrible accident

The following summer, Yukiko received her driver's license. Since watching the videotape Keisuke sent her, she hadn't contacted him again. Previously, she frequently received unpleasant letters from Keisuke, but now even those letters were less frequent. Perhaps he realized how annoying he was and stopped acting crazy, showing some remorse; Yukiko gradually felt relieved.
Yoshie and Natsumi, also feeling ashamed, embarrassed, and timid because of the videotape incident, also stopped contacting Yukiko.
Yukiko's life at the junior college was progressing well in her second year, with her studies going smoothly and many new friends. She then received her driver's license, and her father immediately bought her a new car. She drove herself to school. While learning to drive
at the driving school, she was often praised for her quick comprehension. She graduated from the course in the shortest time possible; her movements on the wheel were very natural, and she quickly felt as if she and her car had become one.
Her father bought her a small 1200cc car, which she quickly mastered, sometimes even using it to drive friends home.
One day, Yukiko was driving home from junior college—
it was drizzling, and the road in Shonan was a narrow alleyway between the main road and her residence, with poor visibility, steep slopes, and many turns. Although the road was difficult, it was a familiar one, and she easily gripped the steering wheel.
The incident happened in that instant.
"Ah..." she cried out as she slammed on the brakes at a narrow bend. She saw a figure flash in front of her car.
Due to the car's momentum, it lurched forward, and Yukiko saw a black umbrella fall across her windshield.
After the car stopped, Yukiko quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out. She saw someone she had hit in front of the car.
"Ah... are you alright?" Yukiko was terrified and didn't know what to do. It was like a nightmare; terror and unease washed over her.
The man lay motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.
Yukiko frantically searched for a phone, but it was a quiet residential area with no public telephones.
"If I don't get him to the hospital quickly..." Desperate, Yukiko asked a nearby resident to call an ambulance.
Then, as if in a dream, she couldn't remember any other details.
When the ambulance arrived, it lifted the man into the vehicle. Yukiko didn't want to drive home anymore; she called home and asked her family to bring the car. She also got into the ambulance and went to the hospital.
At the hospital, the police took her statement, and she didn't know what to say.
The man was diagnosed with a complex fracture in his right leg and needed at least a month of hospitalization. Only when she learned that the injured man was not in life-threatening danger did she feel a huge weight lifted from her shoulders.
The next day, she accompanied the traffic police to the accident scene to investigate the cause of the accident. The conclusion was that Yukiko had caused the accident because she wasn't paying attention to what was ahead while driving.
This incident wasn't reported in the newspapers, perhaps because Yukiko's father had pulled strings behind the scenes! Two years ago, when she was in high school, the accident where she injured someone with an arrow was also reported in the news without naming names. The Matsumiya family has always been very sensitive, afraid that their family would cause a scandal.
In the afternoon, Yukiko went to visit the man in the hospital.
"Ah, Gamo-kun..." Yukiko was shocked. How come she hadn't noticed him yesterday! It turned out that the person she had hit with her car was the lecherous beast she had long forgotten—Gamao Keisuke.
"Hmph, it's been a long time! You didn't notice me yesterday either. I was covered in mud from head to toe when you hit me, so you couldn't recognize me!" "
At least you have a dramatic appearance. I'm still happy. You've grown taller and prettier than before. At nineteen, you've gone from a girl to an adult, and you've gained a few more subtle beauties." Keisuke, as usual, leered at Yukiko.
Yukiko trembled all over; Keisuke was like a monster from a nightmare, chasing her wherever she went.
The hospital room was the highest-class single room arranged for him by the Matsumiya family.
Keisuke's right leg, from thigh to ankle, was immobilized in a cast. He wore a yukata and leaned against the half-supported bed.
His face and physique hadn't changed much since high school. The height of a first-year high school student, a pair of mischievous eyes, a grinning mouth, and an ugly scar on his left cheek.
Yukiko felt that being in this high-class hospital room with him made even the air feel stagnant and filled with an unhealthy atmosphere.
It seemed that Keisuke's arrow wound and the car accident were not just coincidences, Yukiko couldn't help but wonder.
Whether by chance or by design, Yukiko arranged the flowers she brought in a vase by the window and put the fruit in the refrigerator.
"Hey, let's settle this traffic accident!" Yukiko said.
"Ah, anything goes. I want to hear your opinion. I only have one condition: you have to visit me every day until I'm discharged from the hospital."
"..." Yukiko lowered her head and remained silent.
"The nurses are taking good care of you. I'll arrange for someone to deliver your daily necessities." "
No, I insist you deliver them. Everything, big or small, is solved with money—that's the common tactic of the bourgeoisie. If you have to go to school, then come after class..."
Yukiko looked dejected.
If Keisuke refused his request, not only would he refuse to negotiate, but he might also try to create a media frenzy. There were simply too many people jealous of the Matsumiya family; newspapers and publishing houses were extremely interested in publishing news about the Matsumiya heiress.
Keisuke grinned as he looked at Yukiko's confused and sorrowful face. She had soft, lustrous long hair, dressed in elegant white, with a full, mature bust and flawless, translucent skin. Long eyelashes, large eyes, and a high nose led to a delicate, cherry-like mouth. Keisuke's lustful eyes had searched far and wide, but he had never seen such a beautiful young woman.
"Don't be silent! We haven't seen each other in so long, there must be something you want to say!" Keisuke said. "
How are Professor Isobe, Yoshie, and Ms. Natsumi doing now?" Yukiko asked him in return.
"That time with them... I haven't seen them since! I've had my fill of them. Yoshie and Natsumi are probably dating other men now at university! Professor Namiko got pregnant by me, and after the abortion, she seemed to have some mental issues, but she's recovered and back to teaching!"
Talking to Keisuke was like trying to say something nice; it only made Yukiko feel more depressed.
"Hey, peel me an apple. You have to have a good talk with me before dark..." Keisuke said.
Yukiko took an apple from the refrigerator, peeled it, and arranged it on a small plate.
"I can't eat it myself. My legs hurt a lot, and the wound on my cheek is still painful. I can't chew anything either. You have to feed me..." Keisuke said, pressing closer to Yukiko as if he were scolding her. Yukiko, cornered
, had no choice but to move a chair to Keisuke's bedside, grab the apple, and shove it into his mouth.
"No, that's not it. I don't have the strength to bite the apple. You chew it for me first." "
Ah..." Yukiko's eyes widened in surprise, then she shrank back in despair. She said,
"That kind of thing..."
"Ha, you mean you can't chew it for me? I was shot by your arrow, and now your car has shattered my thighbone. Don't you know how much pain I'm in...?" "
Please, please stop! I'll make it up to you..." Yukiko said, tears welling in her eyes. Reluctantly, she took a bite of the apple, chewed it a couple of times, and then brought her face close to Keisuke's.
Keisuke had never even dreamed of such a kiss. And as usual, he didn't reach out and embrace Yukiko himself, but waited for her red lips to kiss him.
Perhaps it wasn't as exciting as forcibly kissing Yukiko, but he still waited to kiss her himself, watching the expression on her face as she leaned in.
When Yukiko brought her face close to Keisuke's, she hesitated slightly. She chewed the apple a few times, mixed with saliva, and then, determined, spat it into Keisuke's mouth.
Seeing Yukiko's distressed expression, Keisuke moved his lips closer to hers, ready to savor the taste of the fruit.
Yukiko never imagined she would have to spit out something she had chewed into someone else's mouth.
Keisuke, inhaling Yukiko's fragrant breath, slowly savored the apple mixed with saliva before swallowing it.
After spitting the apple and saliva back at him, Yukiko immediately pulled her lips away, wiped them clean with a handkerchief, and glared at Keisuke with hatred.
"Feed me again, but bite off less of the apple, and more of your saliva, the better," Keisuke said.
"..." Yukiko blushed deeply, and without hesitation, she took a second bite of the apple. After chewing it, she spat it mouth-to-mouth to Keisuke.
"This bastard is inhuman, he has no shame," Yukiko cursed inwardly as she spat the apple back at him mouth-to-mouth.
Keisuke seized the opportunity to stick out his tongue and lick Yukiko's lips.
"Ah..." Yukiko was startled and immediately looked up. She looked displeased, took out a tissue, wiped her lips, and then went to the tap in the ward to rinse her mouth.
"I'm not feeding you anymore, I'm going home!" Yukiko said.
"No! You bumped into me and injured me, can't you come and take care of me?" Keisuke said.
"The nurse will take care of you..." "
No one comes between three and six o'clock, everyone calls their fiancée to visit and take care of them."
"Fiancée, don't say such silly things!" "
Hmph, even the nurse is surprised that a short man like me has a fiancée..." Keisuke smiled, tilting his left cheek. He was full of self-confidence.
"I've had enough apples. Give me a full-body massage! I've been sleeping since last night, I'm exhausted!" Keisuke said. He pressed the switch by the bedside, lay down on the bed, and lay on his back.
Yukiko sighed softly and had no choice but to move closer to Keisuke.
The traffic accident was caused by Takako's inattention to pedestrians, and besides, Keisuke wasn't asking her to force herself on him, so she might as well do as he said.
"Then you need a massage..." Yukiko asked. She began rubbing Keisuke's wrists.
"A full-body massage, arms, shoulders, and the scars on my face..." Keisuke replied.
Because his thigh was in a cast, Keisuke could only lie on his back. Yukiko felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at from below.
"Mmm, smells so good! It's so hot in here, this is your sweat smelling good!" Keisuke started rambling. Yukiko
was very shy; she wanted to leave as soon as possible. But she desperately resisted, continuing to rub Keisuke's arms and shoulders.
Although the ward was air-conditioned, Yukiko felt like she was walking under the scorching sun, unbearably hot.
"It's incredible, you always smell so good, even your underwear..." Keisuke said.
Upon hearing this, Yukiko felt a chill run down her spine, yet sweat continued to pour from her back…
The underwear was one Keisuke had asked her to send him, along with pubic hair. Since then, Yukiko had been haunted by unpleasant memories of Keisuke, spending her days in a sullen mood.
“Please, don’t say anymore…”
“Then, rub my cheek. Your hands are so soft, it feels so good,” Keisuke said.
Yukiko’s fingers trembled as she rubbed Keisuke’s scar.
Actually, if Keisuke had plastic surgery, the scar could have disappeared, but he wanted to use it as proof to bind Yukiko, so he left it on his face.
The pinkish muscles at both ends of the scar bulged. It was a sight to behold. Yukiko’s fingers rubbed his scar, but her eyes were fixed on the flowers outside the window.
“I’m thirsty, give me a drink!” “
If I don’t go buy one, there won’t be any drinks!” "
I'll drink your saliva, mixed with apple..."
"What did you say..."
"Your saliva... isn't that simple? Just mouth to mouth!" Keisuke said with a grin, amused by Yukiko's confused expression.
Soon, Yukiko's mouth was full of saliva, then she leaned down, tightened her lips, and pressed her face against Keisuke's.
The saliva bubbles glistened, and a twenty-centimeter-long line of saliva dripped into Keisuke's mouth.
Yukiko immediately pulled away from Keisuke's lips, and Keisuke began to savor it with a "smack."
"Mmm, it tastes good, can't you give me some more?"
"No! Don't make me do this a second time!" Yukiko said, tears streaming
down her face. "Hmph, you did all of this for me yourself, ah, don't cry, now you continue to massage me, this time massage this." Keisuke untied the sash of his yukata, opening the front of the garment to reveal his thin body. Because his leg was in a cast, for his convenience, he was only dressed in a T-shaped diaper.
The center of the diaper was bulging, stretching like a tent.
Upon seeing this, Yukiko immediately turned around, and Keisuke untied the diaper himself.
"Heh heh, look at this, exactly the same as what I saw on the videotape."
"No..." "
Now, please massage my lower body. Do you want me to finish quickly, or do you want me to release a videotape of the Matsumiya Zaibatsu's daughter kissing a man and making him drink her saliva?" "
Ah..." Yukiko then noticed that a camera was mounted on a tripod on top of the cabinet, the lens pointed directly at the hospital bed.
Keisuke, who had prepared meticulously, pressed the record button as soon as Yukiko entered his room, filming everything the two did in the room from beginning to end.
"You know that's good enough, hurry up and rub it for me. I masturbate two or three times a day, and now I can't get up. My legs hurt if I move my hands. When I was in the hospital, I had to use your fingers to rub them for me..." Keisuke said.
Yukiko turned around through gritted teeth, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "I beg you, turn off the camera!" Yukiko was furious.
"Fine! As long as you massage me, turning it off is easy," Keisuke said, and sure enough, he turned off the camera.
Yukiko stood facing the hospital bed again.
Keisuke's erect penis pointed towards the ceiling. She had seen this thing of his on a videotape before, but seeing it in person was even stranger. The reddish-black glans swayed with Keisuke's breathing...
"You can touch it as you like at first, but when I'm about to ejaculate, I'll tell you to use a tissue to catch it so as not to stain the sheets," Keisuke said. He held his head up with both hands, half-leaning forward.
Yukiko tried her best to suppress her disgust, reaching out her slender hand to grasp the throbbing penis.
If someone were to barge into the ward, they might mistake Yukiko for being lewd!
Her eyes dared not look directly at the thing, she simply rubbed it casually with her fingers.
Keisuke found it very stimulating and took a deep breath. Yukiko's movements were rather clumsy, but to Keisuke, it only added to the novelty. The feel was also different from when he masturbated, and he immediately experienced pleasure.
"Touch your testicles with your other hand. You don't know anything, but you can use a man's body to educate yourself about sex!"
Yukiko pinched his testicles, and Keisuke took another deep breath in excitement. "
Okay, stop pinching that. Touch my glans instead. Yoshie, Natsumi, and Namiko-sensei have all sucked it, I'm sure you'll like it too,"
Keisuke said with a grin. Yukiko trembled.
Keisuke was now smug. Although he hadn't asked Yukiko to give him oral sex yet, he planned to escalate things gradually, and one day he'd have her suck it.
Maybe if he asked her to suck it now, she'd vomit; for now, she was just foolishly touching it with her hand.
"Wow, I'm about to cum! Get some tissues ready!" Keisuke instructed Yukiko, groaning loudly, his breathing becoming labored.
Yukiko gritted her teeth, enduring the humiliation, and pulled out two or three tissues with her left hand—the dirtiest thing she'd ever done in her life.
"Push harder! Use your hand to slide your penis up and down!" Yukiko had no choice but to obey. She felt his penis throbbing in her palm, and he immediately used a tissue to catch his urethra and cover the glans.
Yukiko didn't see how Keisuke ejaculated; she only saw sticky semen seeping from the tissue covering his glans, staining her fingers with a warm, moist sensation.
"Ouch..." Yukiko reflexively pulled her hand away, hurriedly wiping her fingers clean.
A strange, foul odor assaulted her nostrils.
The semen seeping from the tissue also soiled Yukiko's delicate hands, which she wiped clean.
"Ah... I feel so good..." Keisuke said, as if letting out a sigh of relief, feeling light all over. Yukiko
finally removed her hand from his penis and threw the semen-soaked tissue into the trash can.
Then, Yukiko pulled out a new tissue and wiped the semen off his urethra and penis.
Finally, after wiping away the filthy semen, Yukiko hurriedly washed her fingers.
But no matter how much soap she used, no matter how many times she washed, her fingers remained sticky and grimy, seemingly never truly clean. She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
Keisuke was asleep. Even if Yukiko managed to slip out of the room, Keisuke wouldn't know. However, an unseen force seemed to be restraining her. This was also due to Yukiko's own personality. From a young age, she had felt pity and compassion for evil people and ugly things. She was definitely not a girl who would stand by and watch someone die.
Moreover, before treating Keisuke this way, Yukiko had already made many sacrifices.
Her respected homeroom teacher, Namiko, and her childhood friends, Yoshie and Natsumi, were all implicated because of Keisuke's pursuit of her; they were violated by him, their self-esteem trampled, and their pure hearts polluted.
Yukiko didn't want to be manipulated by Keisuke; she just felt that since the incident involved her, she shouldn't just run away for her own sake...
The next day, after leaving junior college, Yukiko went to Keisuke's hospital room again. Since injuring Keisuke, she hadn't driven a car. The shock of that accident had left her feeling utterly lost; she didn't want to experience that again, and besides, she didn't particularly need to drive.
"You've come at the right time, I need to pee, quickly get me the urinal," Keisuke said. Yukiko retrieved the urinal from under the trees and silently began operating it without changing her expression.
Keisuke just grinned at Yukiko.
Yukiko lifted the front of Keisuke's yukata, and Keisuke unbuckled his belt and took out his penis.
Yukiko aimed the urinal at his penis. Soon, yellow urine slowly flowed out. The urinal Yukiko was carrying was made of glass, and the heat of the urine immediately transferred to her hands, making her feel very hot.
To avoid soiling the sheets, Yukiko had to hold Keisuke tightly as he urinated. She saw that as Keisuke urinated, his penis also became erect. He urinated slowly, taking a long time.
Finally, he finished. As soon as Yukiko put the urinal back under the bed, she immediately grabbed some tissues and wiped Keisuke's urethra dry.
Then, Yukiko took the urinal to the bathroom in the ward, emptied the urine, rinsed the urinal with water, and put it back in its place.
Keisuke's genitals were still exposed, and still erect—of course, this was deliberately shown to Yukiko, and it was even throbbing.
"Hey, after you urinate, it's time to ejaculate for me!" Keisuke said. Although this was expected by Yukiko, she felt as if she were in a dark world. "
You just need to rub me a little, and I can ejaculate. How interesting! You have plenty of time!" "Keisuke looked at Yukiko standing beside him and said with a smile. "
There's a can of beer in the refrigerator, why don't you take it out and let me drink it mouth-to-mouth!" Keisuke and Yukiko were the same age, nineteen. Of course, they were heavy drinkers.
Although Yukiko had drunk diluted liquor at a seminar at the junior college, she wasn't suited to alcohol.
Yukiko took out a beer bottle, opened the cap, and silently took a sip. The beer was cold, and Yukiko didn't hesitate to lean down and touch Keisuke's lips.
Their lips touched, and Keisuke immediately opened his mouth wide, letting Yukiko let the beer drip into his mouth.
Keisuke took a deep breath, greedily swallowed the beer, and said,
"It tastes good, and the temperature is just right. This way of drinking is especially flavorful!" Keisuke drank the beer mixed with Yukiko's saliva, finally finishing the can mouth-to-mouth. Sometimes, Keisuke would even beg Yukiko to gargle with the beer in her mouth, mixing it with enough saliva, before spitting it into his mouth.
Even if Yukiko wanted to spit all the beer into Keisuke's mouth, she would inevitably swallow a small amount herself, and coupled with shame and nervousness, she would become so drunk that she would sway slightly.
After finishing the beer, Keisuke would then ask to drink Yukiko's pure saliva. To Keisuke, this was far better than any kind of fine wine. He said that she should spit the saliva into his mouth as well, and Yukiko would desperately endure it and comply.
However, Keisuke would cunningly stick out his tongue and lick Yukiko's lips.
"Ah—" Yukiko cried out in surprise and moved her lips away.
"Hmph, other women can endure it. If you don't want to kiss me, just call Ms. Minako and ask her to come over. I don't mind who kisses me," Keisuke said maliciously, making Yukiko tremble all over.
"Have you thought it through? Are you willing to kiss me?" Keisuke asked.
"I...I know...you and I..." Yukiko answered, trembling all over. She bent down again, kissing Keisuke's lips from top to bottom. Midway through the kiss, Keisuke immediately slipped his tongue into Yukiko's mouth.
"Mmm—" Yukiko reflexively tried to pull her red lips away, but she still desperately resisted. Keisuke crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head back as far as possible to show that he would not take the opportunity to embrace Yukiko.
Keisuke's eyes were half-open, half-closed, observing Yukiko's warm breath and her face gradually drawing closer to him. Her lips, without lipstick, appeared infinitely sacred under the summer sun.
Keisuke stuck out his tongue, licking Yukiko's row of smooth teeth from side to side. Then he licked her gums, moistened with saliva, and even licked the inside of her lips.
Yukiko finally felt uncomfortable, and she had to open her front teeth. Keisuke immediately seized the opportunity, licking Yukiko's tongue, which had already retreated in fear.
"Mmm—mmm—" Yukiko moaned softly, her whole body trembling.
Yukiko's mouth was wet and slippery with saliva, her tongue forced to its limits. She opened her mouth, facing Keisuke from above, letting the saliva drip down onto him. Yukiko's eyelashes were also wet, and she shed sorrowful tears, which fell onto Keisuke's cheek.
Soon, Keisuke turned his head, and Yukiko's lips left him.
"This time, put your tongue in my mouth..." Keisuke said.
"..." Yukiko remained silent. Keisuke wouldn't let her go; she wasn't free yet.
Yukiko kissed Keisuke again, nervously extending her tongue into his mouth. Keisuke immediately sucked on Yukiko's tongue and began to suck forcefully.
"Ugh—" Yukiko felt a tearing pain in her tongue, and she groaned loudly. Hot breaths escaped from both of their noses, their noses damp with sweat as they panted heavily.
They finally finished their passionate kiss. Yukiko forgot to wipe her mouth, still breathing heavily.
"Let's do it again. This time you have to listen to me and keep licking. You absolutely can't stop halfway!" Keisuke said. Yukiko's mind was hazy. Keisuke wanted her to lick the scars on his face and his nose.
For Keisuke, the sight of Yukiko's thick tongue licking his face was the greatest stimulation. Yukiko's warm breaths and fragrant saliva made him feel like he was in heaven. Her licks touched his eyes, ears, and even his neck.
Keisuke took off his yukata, revealing his nipples for Yukiko to lick. Yukiko really did lick and suck, leaving marks.
Yukiko's mind went blank; she had become a manipulated toy, obeying Keisuke's every command.
On Keisuke's skin were marks left by Yukiko's saliva, left by her. The marks looked exactly like snail tracks, and they even shimmered!
"Bite me! I already have marks on my face! Can you add more teeth marks to my skin?" Keisuke said. He wanted Yukiko to bite his abdominal muscles.
Yukiko had no choice but to bite down hard.
"A little harder! Are you scared? It would be best if you drew blood!" Keisuke said. Yukiko gradually increased her strength, biting into the muscle with a squeaking sound.
Keisuke felt a mixture of pleasure and pain.
However, Yukiko still possessed a certain analytical ability! If the doctors and nurses who came to treat Keisuke noticed the marks on his body, they would immediately know that they were the result of Yukiko's bites. He must have assumed Yukiko was Keisuke's lover, which was why lovers caress each other so passionately and deeply. Thinking this, Yukiko felt a pang of shyness, so she only dared to bite gently, determined not to leave deep teeth marks on Keisuke's skin.
"Hey, I'm about to ejaculate! Instead of having you stroke it with your fingers, why don't you just hold it in your mouth! I'll ejaculate into your mouth, and you can swallow it all..." Keisuke finally made the most disgusting request of Yukiko.
"Please, I can only do this much... I can't take it anymore after all this, I'm about to go insane..." Yukiko said, trembling all over.
"Tell me, do you prefer me ejaculating into your mouth, or you riding me and I ejaculate into that part of you? You have to choose one, you can't say you don't want either!" Keisuke said.
"I see..." Yukiko's face turned pale, unsure what to say.
Needless to say, Keisuke didn't want to forcibly take Yukiko's virginity. But to coerce her, words were enough to achieve his goal.
Yukiko thought: "If I ejaculate in your mouth, I can just rinse it off." But a virgin would regret it once she'd been defiled.
Yukiko wasn't the kind of promiscuous woman of modern times who would lose her virginity so easily and worthlessly; she couldn't understand it. "Are you going to ask Natsumi and Eiyoshi to teach you how to play the flute?" Keisuke asked.
"I know... I'll play... but before I do, please let me clean it up..."
"I'll grant you that request..." Keisuke said.
Yukiko brought a damp towel and began to carefully wipe Keisuke's penis. In Yukiko's mind, the penis was an excretory organ, and it couldn't be cleaned without wiping it. Besides, it had just urinated into a urinal.
"Hmph, don't wipe it so hard, it'll be clean!" Keisuke said with a wry smile, watching Yukiko carefully wiping his penis. He found Yukiko's frantic wiping ridiculous.
Then, while Yukiko was wiping her penis, Keisuke discreetly switched on the video recorder, intending to record her performing oral sex on him.
"Have you wiped enough? If you wipe too much, you might just make things worse!" Keisuke urged. Yukiko put down the wet towel and looked up. Her face was pale, but she still gripped his penis and pressed her face against Keisuke's crotch without hesitation.
Keisuke's penis was covered in Yukiko's saliva; his lower abdomen throbbed with an itchy, tingling sensation, and he immediately reached a climax.
"Ugh—I feel like I'm going to ejaculate! Don't move your mouth anymore!" Keisuke said hoarsely, his breathing becoming labored.
"Ah, that feels so good..." Keisuke convulsed, panting, and a stream of warm, sticky fluid shot into Yukiko's mouth.
"Oh..." Yukiko felt a tightness in her throat and coughed involuntarily, desperately trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall.
With intense pleasure, Keisuke's penis throbbed, and he gazed at the strange expression on Yukiko's face.
Keisuke had never felt such pleasure before! This was a hundred times more intense and stimulating than when he ejaculated in Minako's and Yoshie's mouths.
Soon, he finally ran out of semen, and Keisuke, like a dying dog, breathed weakly.
Yukiko rushed to the bathroom, her face contorted as if she were about to vomit.
"Delicious, wasn't it?" Keisuke asked her.
"..." Yukiko remained silent, only shaking her head repeatedly.
"Hmph, you want to rinse off, don't you? No way! Compared to Minako, Yoshie, and Natsumi, you're much luckier. Those ugly women, I even urinated into their mouths!" Keisuke said, looking at Yukiko's expression with smug satisfaction.
Yukiko took out her handkerchief, wiping away the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes and wiping her lips, which were stained with saliva and semen.
She might not want to eat anything tonight. She felt thousands of sperm from Keisuke's ejaculation churning in her stomach, and she felt as if she had a fever and was becoming drowsy.
However, Yukiko's ordeal was not over yet.
"Finally, I have one more thing to do. I need to relieve myself, so please bring me the chamber pot!" Keisuke said.
"Please, please ask the nurse to do this!" Yukiko said.
"No! You're my goddess, even the most filthy thing doesn't matter!" Keisuke said. Helpless, Yukiko dragged the chamber pot from under the bed and placed it under Keisuke's buttocks.
"Keep an eye on it for me, make sure it doesn't soil the sheets!" Keisuke said deliberately, trying to be difficult. Before long, he shamelessly began to defecate.
It seems Keisuke has no intention of loving Yukiko at all, which is why he deliberately displays his flaws and bad habits in front of her, acting like a mentally challenged child with a self-centered personality. Is he used to being willful and unrestrained? Is he deliberately being coquettish? Is he deliberately abusing and bullying women? It's truly perplexing.
No, perhaps this is Keisuke's way of directly pursuing Yukiko, or perhaps he's trying to test her feelings for him. But whether Yukiko will accept Keisuke's love is still a big question.
However, the only way for Yukiko to escape this hell is to love Keisuke from the bottom of her heart. If she could simply accept Keisuke's advances, Yukiko wouldn't have to suffer so much, but is that even possible?
The ward was filled with a terrible stench as Keisuke defecated. Yukiko held her breath and had to obediently watch the entire process.
Of course, watching someone else defecate was a first for Yukiko. She had no sick or elderly family members, and she had no experience caring for bedridden patients.
"I'm done pooping, hurry up and clean me up!" Keisuke said.
Yukiko handed him a piece of toilet paper and let him wipe himself. Then she took the chamber pot to the bathroom to empty it.
However, the stench of the semen remaining in her mouth made her feel extremely nauseous, and coupled with the stench of Keisuke's excrement, she just wanted to wash herself clean as quickly as possible. Just then, she couldn't help but vomit.
"Hmph! You're still so delicate!" Keisuke muttered softly.
The toilet door was wide open, and Yukiko, with her back to Keisuke, was vomiting violently inside. Keisuke watched Yukiko's vomiting suffering, a faint smile appearing on his face...
But the next day, and even the third day, Yukiko still came to the hospital to visit Keisuke as usual. And she silently endured Keisuke's lewd demands as usual.
She just never opened her heart to Keisuke, nor did she ever show him any hatred. Yukiko's eyes were always filled with a sorrowful expression.
Later, Keisuke's cast was removed, and when he could get up and walk on his own, he no longer needed to be helped. Keisuke could even drag one leg and take long strides in front of Yukiko.
Keisuke was discharged from the hospital after less than a month.
Yukiko was finally free from this long, hellish ordeal, and Keisuke never contacted her again.
A year passed quickly, and Yukiko turned twenty.
It seemed that Yukiko could no longer see the repulsive shadow of Keisuke, and she had forgotten all the dark and unhappy memories.
Yukiko then started working at her father's company, and she also completed her junior college thesis. In early spring, Yukiko attended her coming-of-age ceremony at the city hall.
It's likely that Yoshie and Natsumi were also there, but Yukiko didn't specifically look for them and didn't encounter them.
Yukiko was now a mature woman; everyone who saw her turned to look at her. She had grown up into a flawless, beautiful, and wealthy young lady.
A woman's beauty requires not only a well-proportioned figure but also a gentle heart and considerate care for others. Those who met or spoke with Yukiko felt her gentle nature, leaving a warm and comforting impression.
The naivety of her youth was gone from Yukiko's face. But the shy, charming expression on her dignified face perfectly matched her upbringing and manners, giving her a sense of stability and composure.
Her hair was neatly combed and tied up, and she wore beautiful clothes; her walk attracted many eyes. Even tourists pointed their cameras at her.
However, after attending her coming-of-age ceremony, Yukiko disappeared. She vanished without a trace.
At the ceremony, none of her former classmates spoke a word to her. Whether Yukiko was at the ceremony or on her way home, no one knew.
Later, just as the Matsumiya family was discussing whether to report Yukiko's disappearance to the police, they received a letter from Yukiko herself.
The letter said that she had impulsively decided to travel, saying she wanted to visit friends outside of Tokyo…
Her family didn't know where she would go next. Two or three days later, Yukiko called home. It was just a few very ordinary words; she said she was perfectly healthy and that her family shouldn't worry about her. When her family tried to press her for more information, like where she was, she excused herself, saying she didn't have any ten-yen coins and couldn't continue the conversation, then immediately hung up…
But none of Yukiko's family had any idea that she was currently at the home of Keisuke Gamo, who lived in the same house…

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