Borrow money. hell

This is a small , 　　dilapidated old office. The entire office contains only a set of aluminum desks and chairs and a yellowed glass partition.
The desk is piled high with unpaid bills and miscellaneous documents. A rough, slightly grimy sign hangs on the glass window of the worn-out door, looking as if it had been salvaged from a junkyard; it prominently displays the three large characters "Reception Room." The room is simply

decorated with these few items. Most people seeing this room for the first time would mistake it for a warehouse rather than an office! A small ,

bare light bulb hung from the ceiling of the room, but it was never turned on during the day; the only lighting came from the sunlight streaming in through the small window. Inside this office, the boss, Daisaku Kabayama, was swaying his obese body unhappily. The flimsy aluminum chair
supporting
his massive frame creaked and groaned in protest. Kabayama was a bald, obese man in his early fifties, with a belly piled high with fat. He had become a well
-known investor
in this small fishing village a year ago because he had ruthlessly made money during the bubble economy, buying stocks everywhere
. Looking at his belly ,
it's hard to imagine he's a gentleman. But he was never an expert in stock market investing. His business dealings with a company facing an economic crisis led to his financial ruin. Now, "Huashan" is synonymous with the worst kind of man: fat, bald, and with body odor.
With
the help of his childhood friend, now his company's team leader, he's once again turned to underground finance, lending money at exorbitant interest rates, all in an attempt to become rich overnight. At
that
moment, a furious outburst came from the office

. "Shinichi, what are you thinking?" Kabayama shook his massive body, glaring threateningly at the thin man standing in front of the desk. The man, already feeling threatened, now appeared even more ashamed and fearful. The man being glared at
was named Hosokawa Shinichi, around thirty
years old, tall but thin, and not very bright. After Kabayama's company failed, he was penniless. Most of his subordinates had left, but he was the only one who stayed with Kabayama . To be honest, he was a useless man with nowhere to go . Seeing Hosokawa's timid demeanor after being threatened, Kabayama lamented his lack of a decent subordinate and felt sorrow for his misfortune. "Shinichi, no matter the reason, you must get those three million yen back!!" he roared at Hosokawa, his heart aching with sorrow at not being able to recover the three million yen. A year ago , Kabayama had also spent three million yen in one night. He lived in a high-class residence in Roppongi, enjoyed fine wines in Ginza, drove luxury sports cars, and played with top beauties. But now, this office had become his doghouse, where he drank cheap canned beer, drove an old vintage car, and spent each day alone . As these thoughts swirled within him, Kabayama grew even more agitated. He roared, "Listen to me! Your job is to get the money back! It's just getting back the money you lent out. Why can't you even do something so simple?!" Kabayama was red-faced and bulging with anger. Completely panicked , Hosokawa stammered , "But...but...we don't have any money right now...if we had money, we would...pay it back...quickly," she pleaded, kneeling on the ground, weeping. Hearing this, the veins on Kabayama 's forehead nearly burst. "Are you that righteous? They borrowed money from us because they were broke. It's normal to be broke these days. Getting the money back is our job, that's how it should be!" " ...But their sick husbands died...and they can't make ends meet..." " In that case, just sell the house or borrow money from others to pay us back!" " ... But if we do that...they'll have nowhere to live... " Hosokawa's explanation infuriated Kabayama to the point of despair. Kabayama sighed deeply and said, "I understand. Take me to her house! I'll ask for it myself." Slightly relieved, Hosokawa nodded gently and said , "...But please don't do anything too extreme...say things that will make them feel better... "

In the next instant, Kabayama unleashed a brutal beating on Hosokawa.
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: d _8 g6 e& f/ ?: \# e% Kabayama didn't even press the doorbell; he simply yanked open the sliding door and walked in without ceremony. The entire house creaked under Kabayama's weight, as if it might collapse at any moment. He walked through the doorway, across the faded floor, into a room about six tatami mats in size, covered with old straw mats
.
In the corner of the room, a woman in her thirties, seemingly threatened, stared at Kabayama. Weary from life, she exuded a lifeless aura, yet possessed an uncanny allure.
Kabayama, who had long lacked female comfort ,
unconsciously swallowed hard.
Kabayama
was simply a man who loved money and women. Before waiting for the money to be repaid, playing with the woman before him was a kind of compensation, Kabayama thought to himself. "Madam, it's pitiful that your husband is dead, but I still want the
three
million yen you borrowed from me back," Kabayama said in a low, sucking voice, his gaze fixed on the woman. "...I 'm sorry...I don't have the money right now. But if I...have the money...I'll definitely...pay you back right away, so...please give me some more time..." the woman replied , her

voice trembling.
"
Give me a little more time. You said this a long time ago, and I agreed, but now the deadline has passed, right? You haven't even paid a penny of interest. How about this, sell the house to pay off the debt!" Huashan said roughly.
"
Only this matter...this matter...please don't do this. If it were just me...then it wouldn't matter, but my daughter...has only been in junior high school for a short time, and she needs a place to live. And this...this is the only place...where I can think of...my husband. Now I feel...he seems to still be alive...he's still here..." The woman kowtowed desperately, and cried
again
. "...Then, boss, give her a little more... a little more time." Hosokawa said with complete sympathy. How could he have such a useless, scoundrel of a subordinate? Kabayama once again resented his misfortune. "
Hosokawa , shut up!" After berating Hosokawa, Kabayama turned to the woman and said, "Madam, not having money and not wanting to sell the house, isn't that unreasonable?" " ... I'm really sorry... but..." the woman pleaded . "Then how about paying back the 210,000 yen interest for this week first?" Kabayama 's words made the woman shrink back even more. "I'm sorry... I don't have it right now..." Her voice was barely audible. " Madam , when your husband was hospitalized, I lent you money for the interest. If it weren't for the interest, why would I lend you money!" Kabayama shouted. " ... I 'm sorry... the surgery was necessary... I'm really sorry. " "No need to apologize, I'm not a police officer." "... " The woman just silently kowtowed repeatedly. Seeing the woman's sorrowful expression and becoming excited, Kabayama said, "There's no other way, so let's use your body to pay off the interest." "Huh?!" The woman looked at Kabayama in surprise, her tearful eyes filled with shock. " ... Boss...this isn't...good enough," Hosokawa said uneasily. 6 _% cr) ~- o x7 a) ?3 t`q2 ow?& b# k) ?% t, z( u

"Shinichi, you shut up and don't say a word. Just do what I tell you, understand?" Kabayama ordered Hosokawa.
"
…I'm sorry, boss, I won't do it again," Hosokawa replied respectfully. "

Then, put the woman's hands behind her back!" Following Kabayama's instructions, Hosokawa bent the woman's hands behind her back and said to her, "Excuse me…" " Stop …stop!
" The woman became agitated, but because her arms were bent behind her back, she couldn't even frantically shake her hands and feet. " Pay back your debts...so you better behave!" Kabayama said to the woman while pulling down his pants. "No, no!" Seeing Kabayama's erect, dark penis, the woman became even more agitated. Kabayama slapped the restless woman, angrily yelling, "Behave yourself!" The woman quieted down, exhausted . ************ With a "rip," Kabayama tore the woman's outer garment and forcibly removed her bra. Her large, loose, full breasts swayed. Kabayama grabbed her beautiful breasts, their veins clearly visible. " No !" she cried . Ignoring the woman's cries, Kabayama fondled her breasts. As if in sync with the movements of Kabayama's hands, the woman's breasts undulated like waves, leaving red handprints on their white surface. The rough Kabayama pinched her nipples wantonly, licking her entire breast. While his mouth was on her breast, Kabayama's hand reached for her lower body, rolling up her skirt and forcefully pulling down her panties . Kabayama , playing with the woman's vulva like a ripe peach, exclaimed, "Wow~ it's already wet!" He then spat into his palm and smeared the saliva on her genitals. "With this, it'll be incredibly wet!" he muttered to himself, pressing his penis against the vulva. The wet sensation enveloped Kabayama's glans. In one swift motion , he thrust his penis inside . w* q% ?- c Pfft pfft ~~ 4 k! b2 q. [1 g _ ( t3 a; l8 b: p This is the sound of a penis thrusting inside a ripe fruit. s/ s co @ k8 m, ~) u8 z p0 x 9 d! s; x3 t# z, d. e: r1 vv The penis was completely swallowed by the woman's vagina. The fleshy walls, like ripe fruit, surrounded Kabayama's penis. 9 b! k& t& v$ g q- a% gd$ e ]3 ~& s& a} "Oh oh ~~ This feels so good ~~" 2 ^( f! `9 k2 u4 ^ : q a6 t% e4 u4 j5 h* k2 \4 v Kabayama, panting, began to thrust. * `: r2 o7 s6 i/ _1 l, i! r! g) ]5 At this moment , the woman only repeated in a low voice, "Please don't do it this way, please!" As Kabayama looked at the woman's face and enjoyed the taste of her body, which he hadn't experienced in a long time, suddenly there was a hurried sound of the door being pulled open. Then came a young woman's voice: "I'm back~" Then, in the next instant, a miserable cry came from the doorway: "...Oh dear ... " The penis continued to thrust in and out of the woman's vagina, and Kabayama turned around to look at the source of the sound.

Standing there blankly was a thin girl with short hair, wearing a school uniform. She was probably the middle school girl the woman had just mentioned!
Kabayama slowly withdrew his penis from the woman's vagina. Seeing the still-erect penis, the girl let out a small, mournful cry. After wiping his penis with toilet paper, Kabayama pulled up his pants and said in a disdainful tone, "That's enough for today. I'll come back next week, and I want to see a full three million yen laid out in front of me." Kabayama looked at the girl who was standing blankly at the door and said, "Otherwise..." as if he wanted to use her as collateral, and then walked out the door and left. Hosokawa followed in a flustered manner from behind . Because he was thirsty, Kabayama bought a drink from a nearby vending machine and took a big gulp, savoring the taste of women he had enjoyed for so long. Kabayama regretted not having released inside a woman earlier; his penis was about to explode. He hadn't gotten the money and planned to find a prostitute to relieve himself, even if it was just by hand, as long as it was a woman, but having Hosokawa with him was inconvenient. " Hey, Hosokawa! There are three more debts to collect around here. Go and get them all back today!" " Ah ! All of them?!" Hosokawa exclaimed in surprise. "Of course." " This ...this... is impossible!" "Impossible , but I'll go anyway!" Kabayama half -forced Hosokawa away, and went to the parking lot to hire a prostitute. Just as Kabayama was about to sit in the car, a voice came from behind: "Excuse me ." Kabayama turned around and saw the girl he had just met standing not far away. " Excuse me, I have something to ask you," the girl said in a firm tone. Kabayama had been a little flustered earlier and hadn't seen the girl clearly, but now , looking closely, the girl in front of him was indeed cute. She had smooth, delicate skin, round black eyes, a competitive face, and short hair. These outfits were perfect for the young girl. With a hint of fear , the girl seemed desperately trying to ask Kabayama for something, her face a mixture of terror and a simple, strong will. Her body no longer resembled that of a child, but unexpectedly, her trembling expression created a strange atmosphere. "What do you want to ask of me? Tell me," Kabayama said slowly and politely . " I want you to stop doing such terrible things to Mom !" The terrified girl stared at Kabayama with firm eyes as she spoke. Having unexpectedly encountered this situation, Kabayama felt as if he were being drawn into the girl's eyes. Realizing this, Kabayama coughed hastily, then calmed himself down. He opened the passenger door and said, "Um... is that what it is? Uncle has some things to do. If we go to my office, I can listen to you properly!" The girl hesitated, but she had no choice but to get in the car after asking her mother for help. After thinking it over, she got in. Kabayama closed the car door, while simultaneously planning how to make his move on the girl. % t* g5 b. pa: jh - e& l& o! c, `( t- y Kabayama got into the driver's seat and then asked the girl's name. - m8 ~8 j8 c( k ch [ 0 q4 j* % x1 k5 c

The girl answered clearly, "I am Suzuki Yuki."

"Yuki, huh? Let's talk more in the office then!"
Kabayama
's tone was reassuring, and the girl nodded gently. The girl's uniform consisted of a white short-sleeved blouse and a blue skirt. Yuki sat in the assistant's seat, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Kabayama occasionally gave her a lewd look, staring at Yuki with a licking

gaze.
************ The two remained silent on the way to Kabayama's office. Yuki and Kabayama sat facing each other in the reception area of Kabayama's
messy little office. In the cramped space, Yuki endured the oppressive feeling emanating from Kabayama's
large , fat body, her determined gaze fixed on him. "So, what do you want to ask me for?" Kabayama asked slowly. Yuki nodded and said, "Please don't do anything excessive to Mom!" "Excessive things ? " " Yes, just like what I just saw..." Yuki couldn't continue. "What did you just see?" Kabayama asked deliberately. "What did you just see?" Yuki lowered her head, a slight blush spreading across her pale cheeks . "Is it about making love?" Kabayama asked, his gaze fixed on the girl as he continued to lick her body. Yuki felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling all over her body, completely exposed to Kabayama's blatant gaze. Yuki kept her head down, only nodding slightly at Kabayama's words. " But your mother said she didn't have any money to pay off the debt, so Uncle used your mother's body to make love to pay it off. There was no other way, right? " Kabayama said with a sigh . "But Mom works incredibly hard. She does side jobs during the day and works outside at night." "That's true , but it's Yuki's mother who's borrowing money. We were taught at school that you should return borrowed items, right?" "...But..." Yuki was speechless .

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