Masaki's troubles

Ah! The sky is a clear blue...
In the distance, you can hear the baseball team practicing their defense and running from the playground. Masaki, unconcerned about getting his uniform dirty, lies sprawled out on the concrete, fast asleep. Since the delinquents left early, the rooftop after school seems to have been reserved for Masaki.
--Masaki, how was your day?--
Even though he has successfully enslaved Reiko, Mamoru still asks this every day. Since that day, Masaki has been assaulting either Reiko or Ako-sensei every day. He has no doubt that both of them are true masochists, outwardly respectable but actually enjoying being humiliated.
--But I'm perfectly normal. --It
's always the self that gets excited and ejaculates from perverted behavior; Mamoru is just coldly bullying them and instigating Masaki. Although these are all facts, Masaki believes that Mamoru, who did nothing in that situation, is the truly abnormal one.
Masaki doesn't understand why Mamoru doesn't assault them. All he knew was that even if he escaped to the rooftop like this, he would still be discovered by Mamoru; and if he ran home, Mamoru's mother's power would cause Saki to be expelled from school... Saki had already been heartbroken enough since she learned that the people she thought were her siblings were actually strangers with no blood relation. If she couldn't go to school, he didn't know how much harm it would cause her. Even if she wasn't expelled, just imagining Saki being looked down upon and feeling depressed would be unbearable for him. And it was all his fault...
Damn it! He might as well just disappear into the clear sky!
Masaki stomped his feet like a willful, reckless nucleus. At that moment, the door to the entrance opened. He'd been found! Masaki thought, since he had already given up, he simply closed his eyes.
"Ah! I knew you were here!"
"Saki!" Masaki stood up abruptly, surprised. "W-what happened? Isn't it swimming practice time?" Masaki said, grabbing Saki's wrists, instinctively wanting to check on his sister's safety.
"Brother, that hurts!"
"Ah, I'm sorry!" Masaki quickly let go, and Saki rubbed her wrists slightly.
"Um, Kanzaki was looking for you. You and Kanzaki were doing some kind of experiment or research, right? But you got bored and ran away, right?"
"Sigh... Ah, yeah!" Masaki replied. Did Mamoru refer to "that" as "experiment" to Saki?
"He came to our classroom and asked if I had seen you. I immediately remembered, so I told him I was going to find you. Because ever since we were little, whenever you're unhappy, you climb to a high place." Saki smiled innocently, but Masaki wasn't in the mood to laugh at all.
"So, Mamoru didn't do anything to you,
right?" "Of course! I was a little scared when I first met him, but now Kanzaki is very kind to me."
Sagi's expression didn't seem to be lying, and Masaki finally breathed a sigh of relief. But at the same time, a bitter taste began to spread in his mouth again.
"Kind...do you mean you often chat with Mamoru?"
"Yeah..." Sagi replied, then suddenly lowered her eyes, "Brother, can I sit here?" Sagi spread out the hem of her pleated skirt and sat down next to Masaki. Masaki
sat down again. Thinking back, this was the first time he had been alone with Sagi like this since she found out they weren't really siblings.
"It's been a long time since I've talked to you like this, brother."
"Ah!" Masaki's heart pounded rapidly as he said what was on his mind.
"The first time I talked to Kanzaki was when I was walking home after swimming club practice. We met by chance on the road, and Kanzaki took the initiative to come up to me and say, 'I'm sorry about this morning.'"
Impossible. Masaki thought to himself that Ashou was definitely hiding and ambushing Sagi. Although he didn't understand why Ashou would do such a thing, he knew that Ashou was the same person, and there was no such thing as a coincidence. Even so, telling Sagi the truth would only make her uneasy. Therefore, Masaki didn't answer and let her continue.
"Later, we started talking about my brother... Kanzaki is a great listener, and that's how Saki finally started talking to him more and more."
"What did you talk about?
" "Well... a lot!" Saki's cheeks flushed slightly. "Kanzaki said that if I wanted to know, he would tell me something that would be helpful to me... so..."
So, he knew they were siblings without blood ties?
"What help! Knowing this only adds to your troubles!"
"No, thanks to Kanzaki, I feel much more at ease. So, I often chat with him now."
"That guy would never kindly help others!" Masaki cursed, his anger rising. "Never get close to that guy again, and never believe anything he says!"
"Brother..."
"Could it be that you..." have fallen for Mamoru? Masaki was about to say it when his throat felt like it was tied in knots. A strong sense of jealousy suddenly overwhelmed him, and he couldn't suppress it at all. Images of Saki being humiliated by Mamoru flashed through his mind. Do you also like being tied up and whipped like Reiko and Ako? Masaki clutched his head, his mind a jumbled mess.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Sagi gently reached out, but Masaki grabbed her hand forcefully.
"It hurts... Brother... Ah!"
Masaki snatched Sagi's lips. Those lips he had dreamed of countless times were softer than he had imagined, exuding a sweet fragrance—his sister's lips.
"Ugh..." Sagi struggled slightly, seemingly in pain, but didn't resist Masaki. Not only that, she opened her mouth herself, ready to receive Masaki's tongue.
Masaki's hand reached for Sagi's chest. Despite her petite, childlike figure, Sagi's breasts were surprisingly full, forming a distinct bowl shape. Masaki roughly kneaded Sagi's breasts, as if trying to squeeze them out of her uniform.
"Ah..." Sagi frowned helplessly, her limbs trembling slightly as she was held tightly. Masaki reached his hand under Saki's skirt, pried her thighs apart from the inside, and pressed his palm against her warm private parts.
"Ah... Brother..." Saki's slender fingers slapped Masaki's shoulder. The pain from her clenched nails jolted Masaki awake instantly. Tears welled up in Saki's eyes. Bright, crystalline tears slid down her cheeks.
"Saki... I..." Masaki felt a sudden fear. His sister trembled and cried, yet she still didn't intend to reject him. What did he want to do with a sister like this?
"I'm sorry! Saki, it was my fault!" Masaki said, pushing Saki away, ignoring her desperate cries of "Brother!" behind him, and fleeing from the rooftop without looking back.
I'm the worst jerk!
Masaki thought to himself as he ran out of the school. He ran and wandered aimlessly through the streets, which were gradually turning from dusk to night. Before long, Masaki arrived at a bustling area at night. The adult men were drinking and making merry, but Masaki, being underage and in uniform, couldn't do so. With no other option, he could only kill time at the amusement park in the alley or stand in the cramped, dirty convenience store reading magazines.
How boring. Masaki thought to himself, but he didn't know what to do. Before he knew it, it was quite late. Masaki left his second fast food restaurant of the night, his wallet almost empty. Just then, from the fire escape of the building he was passing, he suddenly heard arguing.
"Let go! Don't touch me!"
"Pretending to be a saint now, isn't it too late?"
"Never mind, let's just knock her out!"
Turning around, he saw a girl being harassed by three men. The men were all typical delinquents. The girl was probably a few years younger than Masaki, and petite... she reminded him of Sagi.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Masaki barged in without hesitation.
"Huh? Who are you?"
"None of your business, mind your own business!"
"If you try to be a hero, we'll kill you!"
Harsh words rained down, and six gleaming eyes glared at Masaki.
"Idiots, morons! You idiots can't do anything but talk about killing you!" Masaki deliberately provoked them, then turned to the girl and said, "Hey! You can leave now!"
"I... um..."
"Stop pretending!"
Masaki suddenly received a punch to the cheek from one of the delinquents. Instantly, Masaki felt dizzy—he was doomed—Masaki thought, these guys are really good at fighting.
"Bye...don't come back..." Masaki shoved the girl's back. The girl did look a lot like Saki; he felt like he'd seen her somewhere before. But he didn't have time to think about that now.
"Useless bastard!"
"Die!"
Heavy kicks and uppercuts rained down on Masaki's stomach and jaw. Masaki, already staggering, retaliated with a punch, weak but still managing to land a hit. But the next second, his foot was lifted up and he was thrown to the ground. Above him, shoes rained down like raindrops. Three against one, he had no chance from the start. But Masaki still stood up as if he'd given up.
"Don't look down on me..." With a drunken gait, Masaki walked towards the delinquents again. Suddenly, a heavy punch came hurtling towards his face, and in an instant, Masaki's consciousness left him.
"Hey! How long are you going to sleep?" A girl's voice came from above, bringing Masaki back to his senses.
"I... um..." Even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain throughout his body.
"Want some?" The girl offered him a plastic water bottle, which Masaki took and drank a sip. It was filled with cool mineral water, and after drinking it, he felt as if he had regained the strength to stand up.
"Thank you!" Masaki handed the bottle back to the girl. Looking closer, he noticed she was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, and her makeup was a bit heavy, making her seem quite playful, but she was probably around Masaki's age.
"I saw her from the beginning. Do you know the girl being harassed?"
"No."
"Then... why did you save her?"
"...I didn't want to save her, I just wanted to find someone to fight."
"Even if it was three against one, knowing I couldn't win."
"Yeah," Masaki replied. After experiencing the pain, he felt his guilt towards Saki and Ms. Ako lessen slightly.
"That's weird!"
"You're the weird one! Why did you go to all that trouble to give me water?
" "Because, actually, I wanted to help you, but I felt like I'd only make things worse..."
"Oh, right!" Masaki replied. Although she looked like a delinquent, she seemed quite straightforward and had a strong sense of justice.
"I'm Mineyama
Masaki." "I'm Akatsu Mari."
The two chatted as they walked. Surprisingly, Mari and Masaki not only went to the same school, but were also classmates.
"Hahaha... no wonder. I was a delinquent at school, skipping classes all the time. Even when I did go to school, I'd just sleep on the roof."
"Hehe, maybe I'll run into you on the roof next time."
"Maybe!" Mari said to Masaki with a smile. That smile didn't look like a delinquent at all; it looked very charming. Masaki wondered why Mari was a delinquent, but he didn't ask her. Mari must have her own reasons, just like Masaki had his.
"Well then, goodbye. Those guys might still be around here, Masaki, hurry home!"
Mari waved to Masaki after reaching the street in front of the station, then disappeared into the night. The fight and meeting Mari had finally calmed Masaki's chaotic mind for a while. Thinking this, Masaki decided to go home.
Even though his mother complained a bit about his late return, things at home remained the same. Saki didn't come out of her room. However, this was probably better for everyone for now.
The next day, and the following days, were outwardly the same as always. Yes... the same as always...
"How was your day, Masaki?" After school, Mamoru quietly approached Masaki. They had somehow become known as close friends by their classmates.
Mamoru didn't blame Masaki for running away last time, but simply said calmly, "I knew this day would come. I'll look for you every day, but whether you agree or not is your choice, because I trust you." Then, as usual, Mamoru simply raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
Having finally met Mari, Masaki's days were still monopolized by Mamoru. Masaki had tried to find Mari at school before, but with bad luck, he never ran into her. He heard that she was indeed a student at the school, but she almost never came to class.
Some people even said, "Her family is super rich; she can graduate without attending classes."
As a result, Masaki was still with Mamoru today. Recently, the place the two mainly used was the library where Reiko had a key. They had called Ms. Ayako here before, but Mamoru seemed to prefer disciplining Reiko.
"Iku! Reiko."
Reiko sat in the chair with her head down, eyes closed, her hand moving inside her skirt. But as soon as Masaki and Mamoru entered, she immediately stood up, then knelt down, muttering, "Please treat Reiko well today too." "
Did you follow orders?" Mamoru said, lifting Reiko's skirt from behind. "Yes... you're already soaking wet. You did as I said, without underwear, masturbating while waiting, right?
" "Yes..."
"Please let Master Masaki see as well."
Upon hearing this, Reiko raised her waist high, spreading her buttocks with her hands for Masaki to see. As Mamoru had said, there was nothing under her skirt. Her naked lower body was bright red and engorged, open, seemingly enjoying herself immensely; even her anus was oozing honey-like fluid, and the tips of her pubic hair were still covered with small droplets of water.
The door wasn't locked. What if someone suddenly barged in?
Her flower cave, exposed to Masaki and Mamoru's gaze, was continuously gushing out honey-like fluid, even wetting the floor. Even now, Reiko's face still looked very innocent, her timid eyes behind her glasses not even daring to look directly at Masaki. However, her body, after enduring training, had become increasingly lewd, her entire being craving Masaki's humiliation.
Masaki wanted to enter Reiko's body immediately, but Mamoru wouldn't allow it.
"Because we have a new experiment today. Masaki, first strip Reiko naked and tie her up with rope, I'll go prepare something else." After Mamoru finished speaking, he turned and took two ropes from a locker in the archives, throwing one of them to Masaki.
Masaki stood silently in front of Reiko.
"Please..." Reiko trembled, her hair hanging down. Masaki didn't say a word, roughly stripping Reiko of her uniform, wrapping the rope around her breasts, and then binding her wrists.
At first, when Masaki gave these instructions, he thought it was impossible for him to do it. But now, he had unintentionally learned how to tie it tighter and how to make the breasts protrude into a lewd shape. Of course, he would be careful not to make Reiko feel short of breath.
Reiko's fair breasts appeared even whiter after the rope sank in, even showing slight bluish marks. Reiko had a pair of large breasts that were proportional to her body size. Masaki later learned that her bust size was 88 centimeters and she was an E cup. After being tied with rope, they appeared even more prominent, even unusually large. In addition, her slightly large nipples were erect and pointed upwards in a triangular shape.
"Ahhh..."
Masaki jokingly pinched her nipple, and Reiko immediately let out a series of sweet gasps. Perhaps it was the needle-like anxious pain in her untouched lower body that made Reiko rub her thighs desperately, and her body kept twisting.
"Hmm, all done." Masaki pulled the rope from one end of the archive room to the other. The rope was full of small knots.
"Reiko, straddle the rope and walk forward. If you don't climax by the end, I'll reward you. Master Masaki will pamper you. Okay, Masaki?"
Of course, Masaki couldn't say "no."
Naked and tightly bound, Reiko slowly straddled the rope that Mamoru had pulled up. The rope was positioned just high enough to fit into Reiko's vagina.
"Ahhh..." Reiko's legs began to tremble as soon as she stepped on. It seemed that she could gain considerable pleasure from humiliation.
"Hey! Hurry up and walk!"
"Yes... ahhh..." Reiko groaned, staggering as she took steps. With each step, the knot of the rope dug deeper into her vagina. After only a few steps, tears streamed down her face.
"Ugh...it hurts..."
"Liar! It feels good, doesn't it? Rub it properly against the knot!"
"Ugh...um...ugh...ahhh..."
Masaki and Mamoru watched Reiko struggle from the front. With each step Reiko took, she shook her head and gasped for breath, but she didn't stop walking. She pressed against the top of the rope, rubbing her vagina back and forth with a frenzied expression.
"Ahhh...ah...I can't take it anymore...Master...I can't take it anymore..." Reiko suddenly surrendered when she reached the middle of the rope.
"Are you about to climax?"
"Yes..."
"Are you aroused by the stimulation of your genitals while straddling the ropes in such an embarrassing position?
" "Yes..."
"Hmph! How lewd. No, you're not allowed to climax until you get here."
"But...I...this...ahhh..." Reiko twisted her waist, and the ropes swayed up and down with her. "Please...I...if this continues...ahhh..."
"What's wrong? Does the slave dare to disobey her master's orders?" A-Shou raised his voice impatiently and grabbed the ropes, pulling them up.
"Ahhh!" In an instant, Reiko's whole body tensed up and her eyes widened, then she collapsed helplessly in despair.
"Ahhh...I can't take it anymore..." With a faint sizzling sound, golden urine overflowed from Reiko's private parts.
"Did you lose control...the stimulation was too strong, wasn't it?" A-Shou watched coldly, seemingly finding it very boring.
"Ah... I'm sorry... Ahh..." Reiko continued to sob as she urinated. This was the first time Masaki had ever seen a girl urinate, and he couldn't help but think, 'Why does it take so long, and how much is there!' Although he probably had no interest in this, he couldn't help but think: next time when he disciplines Reiko, he should make her squat in a Japanese-style toilet position to urinate, so he can observe which hole the urine comes from and how it comes out.
"Ugh..." The urination finally stopped, but drops of Reiko's urine still dangled from the rope.
"Tsk! You know you have to clean up your own pee."
"Yes..."
A-Shou stepped forward and untied Reiko's rope. The naked Reiko trembled as she cleaned the rope. The portion of urine that had spilled on the floor was ordered by A-Shou to be licked clean with her tongue.
"Masaki, let's do it again," A-Shou said as Reiko was almost finished cleaning up, "This slave smells of urine all over, you probably don't want to violate her, do you?"
"No, it's okay," Masaki replied casually. He wasn't neurotic, and besides, he'd already seen enough of Reiko's lewd behavior; his patience had reached its limit.
"Is that so? Well then, do as you wish!" Mamoru said, not intending to intervene. He seemed only interested in sitting in the chair and observing Masaki closely.
"Well then, let's go."
Masaki had Reiko lie on her back and spread her legs. Reiko hugged her thighs and whispered to Masaki, "Please."
"Ugh..." Despite being wet with love juice, Reiko's insides were still very narrow. She was a virgin when she was first trained, and the one who took it was, of course, Masaki.
"Ugh... Guh... Ahhh..."
The sudden, intense penetration made Reiko wince in pain. Masaki himself had only recently lost his virginity and didn't know how to make a woman experience ecstasy; he was simply thrusting according to his own pleasure. Perhaps Reiko couldn't feel any pleasure at all. However, even without sexual pleasure in her lower body, her masochistic nature still aroused her from the feeling of being "violated." This was evidenced by the constant flow of her juices as Masaki entered her.
"Ugh... um..."
Masaki held Reiko, shaking her like an inflatable doll. After rubbing the tip of his penis up and down at will, he immediately felt the urge to ejaculate. Reiko noticed his hesitation about whether he could ejaculate inside her, and immediately nodded to him, saying, "Inside... is that okay..."
Right, he was her slave, someone she could do as she pleased. Thinking this, Masaki immediately changed his mind and thrust his hips even faster.
"Ah! Ahh! Ahh..." Reiko seemed to feel Masaki's ejaculation and let out a long breath.
"Is it over, Masaki?" Despite watching Masaki's intercourse, Mamoru's voice remained emotionless. "Well then, let's go! Reiko, we might not come tomorrow, but after school, you still have to wait while masturbating, just like today."
"Yes..." Reiko answered, still completely naked, her legs spread. A small amount of white fluid oozed from her genitals—Masaki's semen, of course.
Masaki saw this and felt he had gone too far, a sharp pain shooting through his chest. But on the other hand, violating her was incredibly pleasurable, and it even brought her pleasure. Therefore, lately, when the thought of raping her arose in his mind, he felt less guilty, even when the object was Ms. Ako. However, if he stepped outside the current situation and thought about it carefully, the feeling of anguish was undeniable.
Masaki understood his own heart less and less.
Only on weekends when he didn't have to go to school could Masaki be freed from Mamoru's control.
Even then, home wasn't a place where Masaki could breathe. Saki hadn't said anything since that incident, and it seemed she hadn't said anything to her parents either. However, her attitude was noticeably different from before.
The innocent Sha Gui who would run to him calling "Brother" had vanished, replaced by an uneasy gaze that kept drifting in.
"Brother, are we still siblings? What am I to you?"
Looking into her eyes, one couldn't help but feel her questioning gaze.
Masaki told his mother he was going to the library to study and left home. In truth, he couldn't concentrate on studying at all; the only places that could keep this poor high school student occupied were bookstores or nearby family-run restaurants.
After buying manga and video game magazines at the bookstore, Masaki headed towards the "Neko Tail" restaurant.
"Welcome! Just one?"
Because the waitresses wore cute miniskirts, "Neko Tail" was a popular restaurant at Masaki's school, always packed on weekends. But since it wasn't mealtime, Masaki could sit alone in a spacious window seat.
"Welcome! Here's the menu... Ah!" The waitress who brought the hot water and menu exclaimed the moment she saw Masaki, "Guest... you're the one from back then..."
"Huh?
" "It's me! You saved me when I was surrounded by bad guys last time."
"Oh... I think so..."
"Wow! What a coincidence! Fate is amazing, we actually meet again!"
"Haha..."
"I really want to thank you, so it's on me today!" The girl put away the menu. Soon, Masaki was surrounded by a European-style buffet, sandwiches, salads, juices, and other food—more than he could possibly finish.
"I'm on the early shift today, so if possible, please let me thank you properly later!"
Masaki wanted to say no, but seeing her bright and energetic eyes, he couldn't refuse. And, she really did look like Saki. Her name was Nagashima Mika.
"I'm sorry to have taken up your time."
After Mika finished her part-time job, Masaki and Mika took a walk in the park.
"At that time, I had some worries and didn't want to stay at home, so I went there to hang out."
"Yeah." Just like me, although the worries must have been completely different.
"Then, those people went out to play together, and I was a bit resigned to my fate, so I went along. But on the way, I still felt very scared. If I hadn't met you then, I really don't know what would have happened!"
"So, have you resolved your worries?"
"Well... I think I can tell you now!" Mika smiled shyly, "I have a crush on someone, and that person knows I like him. He's quite kind to me... but, it's a little scary... it's like he has some secret in his heart."
It really is the troubles of love. The adorable Mika already has someone she likes, which makes Masaki feel a little regretful, but at the same time, it feels like he's having a long chat with Saki, whom he hasn't talked to in a long time, and he feels quite comfortable.
"I really like him, so I want to help him unravel his secret... What do you think?"
"Hmm... I think if it were me, it would be even harder to say it because the other person likes me."
"Oh."
"Hmm, I don't think there's any need to ask him about it. He'll naturally come to you when he wants to talk about it."
"Is that so..." Mika nodded repeatedly, as if talking to herself.
"I understand, I'll wait patiently. I feel much lighter after talking to you." Mika said, happily taking small steps, and even Masaki, walking behind, could feel her warm feelings—this girl was happy because of my help, and my words restored her energy.
In fact, due to the unusual SM activities in recent days and the discord with Saki, Masaki had gradually developed a distrust of women. But there are girls like Mika or Mari from last time. Seeing Mika, Masaki felt a surge of hope that he could perhaps rekindle his relationship with Saki.
But did he really want that? Perhaps what he desired from Saki was the same humiliation he inflicted on Reiko and the others, to make her his slave.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Mineyama, talking about me is boring, isn't it?" Mika turned and stared at Masaki, who had stopped.
"No, not at all."
"Is that so? But your face was a little scary just now!"
"Sorry, my brain sometimes stops working." Masaki smiled sheepishly.
"Ugh!" Mika laughed, but immediately became serious again. "I know why I can chat with you so happily, because you remind me of the person I like."
"Oh."
"Not in appearance, but in feeling... Maybe... do you have some secret too?"
Masaki's heart skipped a beat, but he still said nonchalantly, "No, actually I'm a patient with sudden brain death syndrome! But, maybe it's just because I'm hungry again. There's a big and delicious takoyaki shop nearby, wanna go?"
"Wow! But you just ate so much at Neko-Taiba..."
"My stomach is a four-dimensional pocket!"
"Hehehe..."
Masaki tried hard to cheer himself up and make Mika laugh, hoping to forget the dark fantasy that had flashed through his mind for a moment. Now, I don't want to ruin this little bit of peace. Masaki thought. Even if tomorrow I have to turn into a debauched beast again.

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