[The Humiliation of New Wife Arisa]

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After finishing her lunch alone, Takamura Yusa sat on the sofa reading a magazine, cleaning, washing clothes, preparing dinner

... She had done all her work and had nothing left to do.

She had been married for two months and was immersed in happiness every day. Her husband worked at Taifeng Electric Machinery Factory; he was

the chairman's grandson and the chairman's son. After getting married, they left their old home in Chofu and bought a

building in Daimiyayama. The young couple lived alone, and for Yusa, it was like she had snagged a golden husband.

Yusa and her husband used to work at the same company. She was a recognized beauty in the company and

the object of desire for many single men. After accepting the invitation from her manager, Shinji, they got engaged after dating for about six months.

For Yusa, this was truly a dream come true. Shinji was very gentle, so Yusa could be considered a happy

woman.

The doorbell rang in the entrance hall. It was a registered letter from Yusa, but the sender's name was not written on it.

"Who?" Yusa opened the mailbox and saw a swimsuit and a letter inside. It was a leopard-print bikini

. "Wow... what a daring swimsuit." It was the kind of style you only see on foreign beaches.

Opening the envelope, she found a photo of herself smiling, her face flushing red. Inside were several

color photos of a naked woman bound by ropes, her genitals exposed, with

a vibrator inserted into her vagina.

"Ah..." Yusa suddenly felt dizzy. The naked woman was none other than herself, her

expression one of ecstatic pleasure in being abused, all captured in the photos. A letter was also included: "If you want to see more

photos , please come to the swimming pool wearing the swimsuit that was included with this letter." It included the date and the name of the hotel.

"It's Takashi..." Yusa's hand trembled as she held the letter.

It was her boyfriend from her student days; they had been together for two years, but

hadn't . Takashi Sahara's grades in university weren't ideal, so he couldn't find a suitable job.

Perhaps feeling inferior to Arisa, who had entered Daitoyo Company, he never saw her again. Takashi was Arisa's second

boyfriend; he was the one who taught her how to achieve physical pleasure and trained her to be a sex slave.

Her husband, Shinji, was a detached man, extremely passionate about his work. Since their marriage, they had only

made love about twice a week. For Arisa, who had experienced intense sexual attraction and masochism with Takashi, her

physical life with her husband naturally couldn't satisfy her. Sometimes, recalling her lovemaking with Takashi, she couldn't help but

play .

But everything with Takashi was over. Now she was Shinji's wife and living

a happy life, and she didn't want to ruin it.

"Takashi... what are his intentions?" Looking at the photo, perhaps he wanted to resume their past

relationship? It was possible, but she didn't believe he was the kind of man who would exploit a woman's weaknesses to threaten her.

Arisa took out her bikini. The fabric was pitifully thin; just imagining herself in

a sent a surge of heat through her lower abdomen.

Arisa was an exhibitionist; the sight of a man with her body gave her an indescribable pleasure.

Therefore during her relationship with Takashi, she loved wearing miniskirts. In the summer, she would always stroll on the beach in

a bikini, and she usually wore clothes that accentuated her figure. After starting work, she began wearing more sophisticated clothing,

and because of her relationship with Shinji, her taste in clothes became increasingly refined. For

Arisa, who was suppressing her desires but unable to find satisfaction, it was a very painful situation.

"Just once..." Arisa muttered to herself, deciding to wear a bikini to her

date .

On the appointed day, Arisa arrived at the hotel in Shinagawa. It was a typical afternoon at two o'clock; the poolside was

sparsely .

Arisa's body, as she approached the poolside, quickly attracted the attention of the guests sunbathing there.

Her leopard-print bikini was incredibly eye-catching, coupled with her ample breasts, full and sexy hips, and especially

the lines of her legs—truly a masterpiece of nature.

The guests' gazes were drawn to her not only by her figure but also by her provocative

bikini. Her bra was a demi-cup, covering only her nipples, leaving her breasts and cleavage completely

exposed . The slit in her lower body was so high it almost revealed her pubic hair, and her buttocks were covered only by a

small piece of fabric, leaving her entire buttocks bare.

The near-nakedness was even more alluring than full nudity; she hadn't felt this way in a long time. She deliberately strolled slowly along the poolside

, basking in the intense gazes of the men. She tried to find Takashi Sahara, but he hadn't arrived yet.

As she walked, her hips swayed from side to side, further arousing the men.

"Ah...everyone's staring at my body, what am I going to do? How's my appearance? Big breasts, right?

Do want to hug me?"

Yusa circled the poolside before lying down, her mature body sculpted.

Just then, a man approached her. He was quite tall and wore a black bikini bottom. "

Miss Shimatani Yusa," the man called out, using Yusa's maiden name.

"Yes." Yusa looked at the man's face; he was a rather intimidating man with

sharp .

"My name is Tamaki. Did you receive the photos?"

"Tamaki?" It was the sender's name.

"Great pose, I'm dazzled by it." Tamaki sat on a lounge chair next to Yusa, his hair

short , with a bronze complexion.

"How embarrassing..." Tamaki stared unabashedly at her breasts, making Yusa blush.

"You're even more beautiful than in the photos. Takamura hugs such a beauty every night; it's truly enviable." After saying this, Tamaki

smiled ambiguously, a tasteless smile.

"Please don't talk nonsense," Yusa glared at Tamaki.

"You're still charming even when you're angry." Tamaki took two photos from his bikini bottoms and handed them to Yusa.

Yusa tore them up immediately after looking at them. One photo showed Yusa on all fours with her buttocks sticking up high, and the other

was a picture of her anus, taken by Takashi during their university days.

"A beauty like you, Madam, must have had some kind of affair with the person who took the photos, right?"

Yusa closed her eyes. Was she about to be violated by this stranger?

"I bought these photos, along with the negatives, from Takashi Sahara."

"Are you a friend of Takashi Sahara?"

"You could say a friend. I work as a debt collector."

It turned out this man was a loan shark; Yusa knew he was a dangerous person.

"Sahara borrowed some money and was brought to our company as collateral. These photos were taken with him."

She hadn't expected Takashi to be in financial trouble, even though he was an honest man in his student days.

"Mr. Sahara, it's quite pitiful to know you've become addicted to alcohol after your marriage."

"I see..." Yusa felt a pang of pain in her heart. Because they hadn't broken up after a fight,

she still loved him, and he was the one who taught her to enjoy physical pleasure.

"You married a manager of a big company, ma'am. What do you think you should do with these photos?" Tamaki deliberately

pressed her slowly.

"What should I do?"

"What do you think your husband will do if he sees them?" Tamaki's eyes gleamed.

"No, please don't tell my husband. Besides, these photos are from a long time ago." Yusa grabbed Tamaki

's hand.

"Does your husband have this kind of interest?"

"No..."

"Then, Madam, aren't you unsatisfied? Sahara and I share the same fetish. For us, ravaging a beauty like

you is more satisfying than three meals a day, Madam, do you know that?"

Yusa nodded silently.

"Tamashiro's target is my body, and besides, I'm a sex slave."

"I've booked a room, shall we go and rest?"

"Please let me think about it." This unexpected situation gave Yusa a headache.

"I've been incredibly excited ever since I saw Madam's devilish figure." Tamaki placed his hand on Yusa's

thigh and slowly stroked it towards the inside.

"Please stop, someone will see."

"Then let's go to the room, Madam..." He breathed hot air into her ear.

"No..." Yusa's body wanted to resist, but the pleasure of being exposed for so long seemed even more

stimulating .

"Madam, I will make you feel incredibly good." Tamaki's hand had already reached down to her genitals.

"No!"

He stroked her mons pubis beneath the bikini. Although Yusa kept pushing his hand away,

he grabbed it and pulled it between his legs. The bulge in the bikini made Yusa dizzy.

"Come on... let's go to the room."

Tamaki forcefully pulled her hand. Yusa stood up and took a few steps. Tamaki simply put his arm around her waist.

"No... I'm a married woman..."

"Are you planning to show him your nude photos?" Tamaki whispered.

"Ah... what should I do?... " When she realized it, they had already arrived at the separate men's and women's changing rooms

.

"Madam, I'll wait for you here." Tamaki said and went into the men's changing room. Yusa

had no choice but to go into the women's changing room, open her drawer, take off her bikini, and stand naked

in front of the mirror. Her nipples were erect, a pale pink, emitting a captivating fragrance. Yusa touched them with her fingers,

"Ah..." It was like a sweet electric current passing through her, reaching deep into her body.

"Ah... I can't betray my husband, no... But... those photos can't be

seen by ... Am I going to become a sex slave again?"

Looking at her own body, Yusa's eyes gradually moistened, her clitoris yearning to be abused, and Tamaki's

imposing figure appeared before her eyes.

"No... no..." Yusa tried to suppress her lust, so she quickly reached for her underwear and

bent down to pull it up.

When her underwear was pulled up to her thighs, the changing room door opened.

"Ah..."

"Madam, you haven't even put your underwear on properly." Tamaki, dressed casually, entered the women's

changing room .

"Get out!" Yusa panicked at being seen naked, quickly covering her chest and genitals with her hands,

not having time to pull her underwear up.

"Wow... what a feast for the eyes." In Tamaki's eyes, the beautiful and young naked body became a grotesque

sight, and he approached the retreating Yusa.

"Don't come any closer..."

Tamaki's eyes gleamed, as if he wanted to devour Yusa. He grabbed

her right hand, .

"Ah...no..."

Her full, firm breasts were completely exposed. Tamaki began to grab her breasts from below, his fingers

seeming to want to eat her soft flesh. The bride's breasts were being kneaded.

"Ah...I hate it..." Yusa kept breathing heavily as he kneaded her breasts, her nipples

becoming even more erect.

"Beautiful breasts...Madam..." Tamaki whispered in Yusa's ear.

"Ah...there...no..." The stimulating sensation made Yusa's mature body writhe.

Tamaki's hand reached towards Yusa's lower abdomen, pressing down on his left hand covering her pubic hair, causing a pleasurable

sensation.

"Ah...no...no..." Yusa's resistance was merely superficial; the caresses in the dressing room

were incredibly stimulating to her.

Tamaki's fingers penetrated deep into her cleft. "Ah..." The walls of her flesh vibrated.

"It's all wet... Madam..."

"Impossible..." Yusha naturally knew that her love juices had already overflowed, but she still blushed and retorted.

"Yours..."

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