【Madam Lingniang - One Hundred Sons】(Complete) Author: Unknown

Madam Lingniang—One Hundred Sons
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 60472 words
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Prologue
Miko, lying prone, had buttocks that bulged from her waist to the sides—Fujioka's favorite part. The twenty-one-year-
old girl's waist was a wasp waist without an ounce of fat, and from her waist down, a new line was drawn,
followed by her buttocks that bulged out to the sides. Supported by her full, firm thighs, her buttocks were round and perky, like peeled
eggs, with traces of her high-cut swimsuit remaining on their white surface. Fujioka forcefully thrust his large
penis into the apex of the inverted triangle, into the hollow between her buttocks. When Fujioka's lower abdomen and Miko's elastic
buttocks slapped together, Miko let out an alluring moan.
The moment the large, inserted penis was withdrawn, the hot, moist mucous membranes produced a sticky, slapping
sound. Simultaneously, the sensation of it entwining with the tip was an indescribable
pleasure for the man.
Miko, with her typically petite and delicate figure, was not only exceptionally beautiful but also possessed a keen sensitivity and
responsiveness, all of which greatly satisfied Fujioka. Tonight, with her breasts and both hands tightly
bound by ropes, Miko's reaction was particularly intense; her hot, moist vagina constantly tightened, giving Fujioka immense
pleasure.
This was the second time she had been tightly bound and played with tonight. When Fujioka suggested it three days ago, Miko was initially unwilling
, but Fujioka told her it was just for fun, so Miko complied. The result
was an unprecedented level of arousal.
Fujioka bent slightly, his hands moving from her waist to her chest, grabbing her full breasts, which were tightly bound by ropes
, beautiful enough to rival her buttocks, and began to knead them. Her breasts, gradually tightening,
became incredibly elastic as Fujioka kneaded them, her delicate nipples erect.
Miko, her back completely soaked with sweat, clasped her hands tightly, her forehead supporting her tightly bound upper body. Her beautiful face
flushed, revealing an expression of utter ecstasy, while she emitted sweet sobs.
Fujioka had always had this interest; he thoroughly enjoyed these kinds of videos and novels,
and with a friend who owned a sex shop, his supply of such items was
plentiful, which he often borrowed to enjoy at home. However, this was his first time experiencing it firsthand.
It wasn't that ordinary sex couldn't satisfy him; however, at least for Fujioka at the moment, this kind of
sex was the most stimulating. Perhaps it was because he couldn't repay his loan shark debts and was constantly threatened by the yakuza,
and this was a way for him to temporarily escape and release the pressure. Fujioka trembled all over, his large penis 　　swelling
with uncontrollable lust within Miko's burning body . 　　"Can I ejaculate now?" Miko asked, her brow furrowed, barely 　　able to contain herself. "Come on, Fujioka, hurry up," she replied, her lips trembling as if in a spasm. 　　Fujioka arched his back, gripping her slender waist tightly, and thrust forcefully, ejaculating his semen. 　　Having received Fujioka's machine-gun-like stream of semen, Miko reached the peak of pleasure 　　, screaming almost continuously as she reached multiple orgasms. 　　Fujioka took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled smoke into the ceiling. This was Miko Kosugi's 　　apartment in Takei. After reaching her passionate climax, Miko, her ropes untied, leaned her sweaty body 　　against Fujioka and fell asleep in the afterglow of pleasure. 　　But having just ejaculated, Fujioka had completely forgotten the excitement he'd felt earlier, his thoughts now preoccupied with 　　something entirely unrelated to this. "I had no choice but to do it," 　　he muttered to himself, thinking of his promise to Sanjo that afternoon. "A customer is waiting to see you in the lobby." Fujioka 　　was smoking a cigarette in his secretary's office next to the company president when he received the call from the receptionist on the first floor. 　　"A customer is looking for me? Who is it?" "It's…" Surprised by the receptionist's answer, "They 　　said they're from Uchimura Trading Co., Ltd." 　　Fujioka sprang from the sofa as if electrocuted, throwing away the cigarette he was holding. "I'll be right 　　there. Ask them to wait in the lobby," Fujioka replied in a flustered tone, then stood up 　　. 　　He jumped into the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, took out his purse, pulled out about ten 10,000 yen bills from the middle and put them in 　　his trouser pocket, leaving only a few thousand yen in the purse inside his suit jacket. 　　This is the headquarters building of Taiyo Motors, a major Japanese automaker, located in Kyushu. 　　Fujioka, 29 years old and six years with the company, was unexpectedly selected as the president's secretary this April. A 　　former swimming club president in university, he's tall and broad-shouldered, possessing a charming 　　, youthful energy that makes him popular with the company's female employees. 　　The elevator reached the first floor. Beside the lobby, there were two men who looked like thugs. For a moment, Fujioka 　　felt very scared, but then, trying to act like he was handling business, he approached them. 　　Using a polite and courteous tone, he invited them outside, handed them the 100,000 yen interest, and finally saw them off 　　. However, there was an end-of-year bonus next month, totaling 500,000 yen, while the principal was still several million yen. The high-interest loans 　　were truly terrifying. 　　Fujioka's involvement with loan sharks stemmed from his obsessive horse racing and gambling. Originally a respectable salaryman, Fujioka 　　's crush from university, Momoko Higashi, joined his company, and he dreamed of marrying her. However, Momoko unexpectedly 　　married the then-president's son, Kunio Yamashita, who is now the president. This traumatized Fujioka, leading to his 　　relentless pursuit of horse racing and gambling. 　　Meanwhile, Yoshiko, originally Kunio's mistress, was dumped after marrying Momoko . 　　Yoshiko left the company, but Fujioka reunited with her at a Ginza hotel, and they quickly became intimate. 　　Taking a deep breath and reaffirming his resolve, Fujioka, under pressure from the loan sharks, decided to embark on 　　a plan he never imagined he would do.

Fujioka drove his car to the Yamashita Mansion. This morning, after leaving Miko's apartment, he had
called the Yamashita Mansion from a nearby public phone booth.
"Yes, this is the Yamashita Mansion." The Yamashita Mansion was no ordinary place; Momoko herself would answer
the phone. Since being appointed as the president's secretary, he had met with Momoko often, but this time he still felt nervous
.
"Good morning, this is Fujioka." "Yes." Addressing Momoko, whose tone had softened, Fujioka spoke in an official
tone: "The president forgot his important golf balls and asked me to come get them. May I come now?
"
"That person is so forgetful. There's really no way to help him. Thank you." "No problem, I'll
be right there."
Upon arriving at the mansion, Momoko, wearing a knitted suit, smiled, revealing her healthy, white teeth, and welcomed him
. The low-cut design that slightly revealed her breasts, along with a string of pure white pearl necklaces around her neck, made Momoko appear even more
elegant and sexy. Upon meeting, seeing Momoko, who appeared even more radiant and beautiful, Fujioka
felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. However, he quickly composed himself and, as Momoko's husband's secretary,
greeted her politely.
Although Momoko was now the president's wife, she remained the same as before, offering a warm smile and
saying, "Did you forget to bring a ball? Please come in and take a look." "Yes, then I'll be bothering you."
Momoko led the way, and Fujioka changed into slippers and entered the house.
The sight of Momoko's buttocks encased in a white, tight mini-skirt, and her slender, shapely
legs extending from the hem, was so sexy that it stirred Fujioka's heart. Her beautiful face was undeniable, and her
voluptuous, sexy figure was something anyone who had seen her in a swimsuit during her university days would agree with. Her round
, firm buttocks, her entire body seemingly constricted by something, hung upwards with an alluring charm; her legs
weren't just long, but possessed a fleshy, curvaceous beauty that exuded extreme provocation.
This body, once the object of her dreams, might now, perhaps, become hers.
Fujioka reached into his jacket pocket, finding the envelope containing the photos. His left chest heaved, his heart pounding
so loudly it seemed the whole world could hear.
"Please look for it, I'll make you some tea." Momoko opened the study door, letting Fujioka into the room. At this
moment, Fujioka finally mustered his courage: "Madam, um..." "What?" "Actually..." He took
a breath, staring at Momoko as she turned around, his eyes filled with guilt. He took the envelope from his jacket pocket and,
with trembling fingers, pulled out two photos.
Momoko took the photos from Fujioka's hand, looked at them, and her entire expression vanished. The first
photo showed a naked woman with her hands tied behind her back, lying face down on a bed, her buttocks raised high as
an enema was inserted. Another photo showed a woman with fair skin covered in sweat, her arms tied behind her back, straddling
a toilet, defecating. Momoko's face paled not because of the photos themselves,
but because of the humiliated beauty distorted in them, her eyes filled with moisture as she reveled in the torture—
that was Momoko herself.
The man inserting the enema into Momoko's buttocks in the first photo was none other than Yamashita's first secretary, Kitagawa.
Anyone unaware of their relationship would be 　　astonished
by the contrast between the woman's whiter, rounder buttocks and Kitagawa's over-fifty, fat, reptilian appearance. 　　The two remained silent for a moment, until finally Momoko spoke: "Where did you get these?" "From 　　Mr. Kitagawa's pocket," Fujioka explained simply. It turned out that Fujioka and Kitagawa 　　had gone to a sauna together. After sweating it out, they went to the bar upstairs for drinks, and Kitagawa said he wanted to smoke. 　　"Fujioka, could you please get me some cigarettes?" So, she handed him the key to the safe deposit box. 　　While searching her pocket in the safe deposit box, a stack of photos fell out. The stack of about thirty photos 　　, bound with rubber bands, was a random collection. Fujioka picked them up and flipped through them. Even he wondered if he was seeing things. 　　Re-examining the two stacks of photos in his hand, Fujioka asked, "Is Madam interested in this guy?" 　　"No, no." "Then why did you mess around with him?" "Ugh... I was forced." " 　　Tie her up, then gave her an enema, and then had photos taken, right?" In front of Fujioka's sarcastic laughter, Momoko 　　frowned with shame, looking like she was about to collapse. "I'm afraid this is something you, Madam, like." 　　"Mr. Fujioka, please give me back the photos. Please, please, you absolutely mustn't tell my husband." 　　Seeing Fujioka put the photos back in his pocket, Momoko pleaded urgently. "You can't do that! I'm 　　the president's secretary. How can I remain silent about something so important?" "Please!" Momoko 　　cried, her eyes filled with tears. 　　"Well... alright, after all, my relationship with Madam is deeper than with the president, but there are conditions 　　." Momoko's eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes, I will do my best." "Then, please pay 　　for the photos. Five million yen for one, ten million yen for two." "That's too much." "Can't the wife of the president of Japan's largest 　　automobile manufacturer afford that much?" "Okay... alright." 　　"There's one more thing." Fujioka said, walking closer and grabbing Momoko's delicate and supple 　　arms. "The down payment for this contract is... no, it's supposed to be paid with your body, Madam 　　." Momoko's beautiful eyes widened as she twisted her body and backed away. "What kind of nonsense is this? 　　Don't joke around." "Look at me, does this look like a joke?" " 　　You shouldn't be this surprised after being embraced by a lecherous monster like Kitagawa." 　　Momoko looked at Fujioka with a look of surprise, contempt, and indifference, but Fujioka 　　stared back at her without any fear. "You're probably thinking you didn't expect me to be this kind of person. Indeed, I've 　　always had a good impression of you and tried my best to show my best side. Even after you married the president, I thought 　　I was just too incompetent. I never imagined that you, who are like a goddess in my eyes, would do something like this with Kitagawa."

"When I saw the photo, I felt like I shattered with a 'clang'..." "I just want to be Kitagawa
, but not like Kitagawa who uses force, because there's no need for that. Come on, Momoko,
take off your clothes right here."
"Your method is so despicable." Momoko's lips trembled as she glared at Fujioka with reproachful eyes. "You're
my senior from university, aren't you? You actually seized on a junior's weakness and then threatened her..." Momoko
said, almost with sobs mixed in.
"Madam, I'm here to pick up a golf ball. I'm going back to the club president right away. Please answer me immediately."
Fujioka said impatiently, and Momoko lowered her head and remained silent. "Is that so? I understand." After saying that, as he stood up from
the platform to leave, Momoko called out to Fujioka. "I understand, I'll do as you say." "But,
could you please go to the next room while I'm taking off my clothes?" Standing between two beds side by side, Momoko lowered her head and said.
"No, you can't do that. I want to see how Momoko takes off her clothes, down to the last piece." This
was the newlyweds' very comfortable bedroom, the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere giving off a sweet and fresh
feeling. "First, take off the stockings. I haven't seen Momoko's beautiful legs in so long." Momoko
, her face flushed, bit her lip as if half-awake, while rolling up her white miniskirt and reaching behind her
to pull the stockings up. The young wife's full and beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and soon, along her slender
legs, she twisted and pulled off the stockings.
"Next is the blouse." Momoko unbuttoned a button, her hands trembling. Thinking of Momoko's
distress, Fujioka felt an unimaginable dark lust welling up in his heart. His Venus, Momoko, was
having an affair with his boss, Kitagawa. The feeling of betrayal instantly turned into sadistic desires, surging from the bottom of
his heart. Just a week ago, he never dreamed that Momoko, whom he could never have, would now be right
before his eyes, effortlessly taking off her skirt and blouse. Wearing only a bra and panties
, Momoko's body was exactly the same as when she wore a swimsuit in college—unchanged, no,
still as fresh as before, yet with added maturity and allure. This was the body that truly deserved the title of
Venus.
"Come on, next, take off the bra." Receiving the order from Fujioka, who was barely managing to suppress his excitement, Momoko
covered her breasts with one hand and moved the shoulder straps. When the bra fell to her feet, Momoko covered her breasts with both hands,
desperately trying to suppress the sound of her impending tears. "Stop dawdling. What else haven't you taken off
?" "This is fine, please." "You indecisive woman! If you're annoying, I
'll report you to the president right now." Hearing Fujioka's words, Momoko nervously placed her fingers on
the high-cut panties at her slender waist and began to pull them down.
Fujioka's eyes were fixed on her full lower abdomen and the base of her thighs. He hadn't noticed before because she was usually clothed, but
when Momoko was naked, he finally understood that her body was far more sensual than he had imagined. Her two full, soft
breasts were, of course, a given; her abdomen was without an ounce of fat; her legs were muscular and firm; and
the soft tips where her thighs met—all exuded the allure of a mature woman.
Naked, Momoko covered her breasts with one hand and her genitals with the other, like a prisoner awaiting execution,
her head bowed, trembling with fear. "Who says you can cover yourself with your hands? You must obey my orders
, madam. Come on, take your hands off and let me see your proud body." "Ugh, Mr. Fujioka...
I'm so embarrassed." Panting, she moved her hands down from her breasts, then slowly
placed them beside her thighs.
Her legs were close together, Momoko lowered her head, biting her lip.
The shame and humiliation of having to appear naked in front of a man other than her husband, especially someone like her secretary, was unbearable. Even with her eyes closed, her porcelain-like skin
seemed to be writhing with a venomous gaze, utterly repulsive. Fujioka's eyes
moved from the thick pubic hair at the base of her thighs to her Greek-sculpted body, reaching her beautiful, swaying breasts.
The taut muscles beside her thighs and the straight legs from her calves to her feet gave the impression of a Western woman's feet.
"Madam, please turn around." Covering her face with both hands, Momoko turned around,
the curves from her neck to her back quite elegant, the alluring curves of her waist and hips exuding a seductive aura. Fujioka took out
a rope from his briefcase.
"Put your hands behind your back." Momoko turned around and immediately showed a twitching, embarrassed expression. "Please,
stop here, forgive me, okay?" "I can't waste the rope I specially prepared." Fujioka stood up and grabbed
Momoko's arm. Momoko struggled and refused, finally kneeling on the ground. "If you don't obey,
I'll take the photos to the company, your wife will be kicked out of the house, and even your parents will be disgraced."
"No, please stop talking, you devil." Although Momoko cursed, she still endured the humiliation
and accepted Fujioka tying the rope around her body, forcing her to lie on the bed. Momoko's legs were tied to the foot of the bed,
and then Fujioka began to take off his shirt. Her long, dark hair, cascading over her shoulders, obscured Momoko's face, which she had turned away from.
Only the sound of her sobbing could be heard. Her arms were bound behind her back, her legs spread wide, her body
bound in a "V" shape. Fujioka, stripped of his clothes, knelt between Momoko's legs. "You and the president
enjoyed yourselves on this bed, didn't you?" "I don't know..." Momoko turned her face away.
The thought of embracing Momoko's naked body with his arms filled him with a powerful sense of conquest and joy.
The love that had made his soul tremble since the first time he saw her seemed to resurface.
Fujioka approached Momoko's lips, which he had never touched before, with almost reverence.
"Ugh... I hate it." Momoko shook her head from side to side, trying to escape Fujioka's earnestly approaching
lips. Fujioka instantly became angry, clamping Momoko's face between his hands. "Even if you say you hate it,
you can't escape it." He roughly pressed his lips against Momoko's chest, then greedily sucked. Momoko kept her mouth
tightly shut, but Fujioka didn't force it. His tongue began to crawl back and forth on Momoko's beautiful face, its pointed tip...
Her nose, tightly closed eyes, delicate chin, even her nostrils and earlobes were covered in Fujioka's saliva.
"Stop it, Mr. Fujioka... Ahh, I hate it!" Momoko screamed. For
a lady of high society, having her entire face licked was a terrible humiliation. On the contrary, Fujioka 's
sadistic lust was further aroused by Momoko's beauty, which was distorted by shame, and her cries.
"How does it feel to have your face licked like a dog by your husband's secretary, madam?" he said, while
gently biting Momoko's nose. When Momoko's screams turned into sobs, Fujioka
pressed his lips against Momoko's lips again. This time, Momoko did not resist much, seemingly giving up and
accepting Fujioka's lips, letting his tongue enter her mouth.
Sucking on the lady's saliva, Fujioka fully savored the taste of her delicate tongue. Then, he began to caress
the sensual body before him. Momoko's soft skin, the fullness of every part of her body that touched him, moved
Fujioka, especially her rich sensuality, unimaginable given her usually innocent appearance.
Her beautifully shaped, firm breasts trembled gently with each heartbeat; her snow-white skin and
pale pink nipples seemed to be begging for his touch. Fujioka used his tongue to suckle on one nipple while simultaneously
kneading the other breast.
Although he harbored resentment towards Momoko, the act of actually touching her body with his own hands, and
the sensation of his tongue tracing her skin, triggered an indescribable surge of excitement and desire. When he initially devised this plan,
he intended to utterly ravage Momoko's body, which had betrayed him. However, the excitement burning deep within him
had numbed his anger. Now, he had long forgotten about revenge; all he felt was tenderness
, a desire to fully satisfy the body of the woman he secretly loved.
His persistent caresses unconsciously stirred Momoko's sensuality. He swirled his tongue around
his young wife's pink nipples, glistening with saliva. As she breathed heavily, the buds gradually hardened, and when gently bitten by his teeth… "Ah…" 　　A sigh escaped
Momoko's lips, almost uncontrollably . 　　He then began to knead her nipples from the center outwards, stroking them back and forth. Fujioka used 　　various techniques, tracing his tongue over her nipples, biting them with his mouth, and licking them upwards several times. "Ugh, ah, 　　ugh..." Momoko frowned, her neck tilting back, her fair and beautiful face gradually turning pink. Fujioka's 　　gaze shifted to Momoko's garden, the slightly raised and endearing tip of her lower abdomen, where thick, dark pubic 　　hair grew, and below, her legs were clamped together, her slender vulva a tender pale pink. 　　"Ah, w-what are you doing?" Awakening from the intoxicating pleasure, Momoko made a flustered sound, 　　as Fujioka lifted her waist and placed a pillow underneath her. "Oh dear, I hate it, don't look!" 　　Momoko's round, firm thighs were spread 　　wide open in a pitiful manner. She struggled desperately, her body writhing helplessly. Before Fujioka's eyes, the lovely garden at the base of her thighs was completely exposed. Through the narrow 　　slit that was slightly open, one could glimpse the sticky, moist flesh. Fujioka, half-believing, used his fingers to pull the pink slit 　　tight to the tip. 　　"Ah, I hate it... ah..." Instantly, Momoko, her limbs stiffening, cried out, shaking her head frantically, 　　the muscles in her thighs spasming. "Even if you hate it, how do you explain being this wet, madam?" 　　"No, I don't know." "Don't play dumb, look at this." He put the honey-like fluid he had scooped up with his fingers on Momoko 　　's nose. "Oh dear, I hate it... I'm so embarrassed." Momoko's face turned bright 　　red, like a little girl. 　　Even seeing Momoko's moist, glistening body, Fujioka didn't find it obscene. Although he didn't 　　show it outwardly, he was very pleased with Momoko's reaction to his caresses. As if 　　expressing his feelings, Fujioka suddenly pressed his lips to the delicate labia between her long legs. 　　"Ah..." Momoko's sweat-drenched face convulsed, and she gasped for breath. "Stop, stop 　　, that place, ahh, no, please..." Fujioka, holding her thighs down, buried his nose 　　in the soft pubic hair, tracing his tongue along her vulva several times, then inserting his tongue into the lower part of her vulva, and 　　then pushing it upwards. 　　"Ugh..." The convulsing screams abruptly stopped at that moment, turning into 　　intermittent moans of unbearable pain. Thinking about it carefully, perhaps this was Momoko's first oral sex experience. No, 　　it must be. Because it was her first experience, she didn't know how to defend herself, so it was easy for him to penetrate her. 　　In fact, when Fujioka's fingers spread her vulva open, it was as if fresh juice was about to 　　burst forth, and hot nectar dripped down like foam. 　　He inserted his tongue into Momoko's wonderfully fresh body, the surrounding mucous membranes and the rich, moist petals 　　enveloping it. Momoko, who had been crying out loudly, unconsciously became docile, 　　her occasional sobs interspersed with sweet sighs. She must have received absolutely no love from Yamashita to have 　　slept with that lewd and despicable middle-aged man like Kitagawa. However, from today onwards, things would be different. He would love her, he 　　would thoroughly love every part of her body. 　　His tongue, inserted into her body from the entrance, thrust in and out, making a swirling sound, and then Fujioka continued towards 　　the pink pearl peeking out from between the narrow petals. The moment Fujioka's tongue touched the pink pearl, 　　her upturned breasts and raised buttocks bounced together. 　　"Ah..." Momoko let out an unexpectedly soft and seductive sound. It had only been a light touch, 　　but due to her dissatisfaction with her newlywed life, Momoko, whose body was being thoroughly caressed, 　　reached the peak of pleasure when all her sensual pearls were struck. The sudden, spreading sensation caused her taut abdomen to bounce 　　, her mature thighs to tremble. Momoko tried to control herself, but she couldn't resist the sudden impact. 　　Sobbing, Momoko felt ashamed of her sensitive reaction, but the numbing sensation that reached the core of her body 　　made her eyes moist with ecstasy. At this moment, Fujioka had no time to mock Momoko's quick reaction.

Quickly, now, his young wife, who had reached climax through his tongue, her beautiful naked body, filled with a sweet and delicious taste, was presented
before him. Fujioka himself was filled with the excitement of about to erupt.
Fujioka once again moved his tongue over Momoko's lower abdomen, then to her side and armpits.
Momoko's body, which had just reached climax, was defenseless. Suddenly, her upper body began to bend. Even so, in
the end, only because she had lost her young wife's caution, Momoko, looking down, made a small sound, "Ugh
, umm, ah, umm." She gritted her teeth and desperately suppressed the sound.
Fujioka was as innocent as when he was in college. He cupped his hands around his young
and elastic breasts, which were tightly bound by ropes. The breasts of his young wife, who was already in a trance, had taut tips that made
her nipples swell boldly and surprisingly. Her body, which hid a cool soul, and her healthy,
Venus-like appearance, seemed to possess a richer sensual experience than others.
As Fujioka gently played with the pale pink nipple, his tongue pressed against hers,
Momoko involuntarily pursed her lips, letting out a sigh—a more distressed
and acute sound than before. Her swollen nipples rose even higher at the peak of her breasts, and Fujioka began to gently
cover them with his lips, gradually increasing the suction.
"Ahhh..." Despite trying to clench her teeth, Momoko let out a sweet sob.
Her upper body, tightly bound by ropes, arched backward, her breasts bulging. Fujioka, pressing his lips against the other nipple
, aimed his burning hot penis at the base of her lower body and carefully inserted it.
"Ah, ahh..." Although it was just a momentary shock and contraction,
Momoko's body, with the tip of the large penis inserted, was also filled with a fresh flush of red, trembling from the joyful impact. Fujioka's
large penis, bathed in burning and scorching nectar, strangely spasmed at the same time, tightly joined together.
As Fujioka's internal organs were filled with joy, the large penis swelled even more. Fujioka
held Momoko's shoulders tightly with both hands, closed his eyes, and even if he died like this, he would not regret it.
If he were to die inside Momoko, he would not hesitate to exchange his life for it. However, the passion
eruption stopped before reaching climax, which could only be described as a miracle. The penis was still pulsating inside Momoko 's body,
and he could continue to cherish it. The first time he penetrated the body of the woman he loved most, surrounded by burning nectar and mucous membranes,
while being softly tightened by her flower lips, it would also suck upwards, as if it were inhabited by another life, seductive and alluring.
Fujioka slowly began to twist his waist. He knew he could only hold on for a short time, but even if he
didn't move at all, he wouldn't last long. Several rhythmic movements would not only satisfy his own desires but also stimulate Momoko
's senses. "Oh...oh..." Momoko's intelligent face trembled as she held her breath and then sighed.
When he reinserted his penis, she let out a sharp sob. At the same time, the increased contraction and attraction of her body
created an indescribable sweetness from tip to base.
Incredibly, he had ejaculated twice with Miko just yesterday, but his penis was still frighteningly sensitive.
Making love with Miko was wonderful, but now, having sex with Momoko, Fujioka was experiencing a pure
feeling and desire for the first time in his life. Therefore, his penis was more sensitive than usual, and the pleasure burning and expanding from there was also more
intense.
"How is it, Momoko?" After five rhythmic thrusts, Fujioka looked at Momoko's face and asked, "You
're so wet from making love with your husband's secretary, aren't you ashamed?" Fujioka
's tone was sarcastic as he addressed Momoko, the woman who had once betrayed his secret crush. "No..." Momoko's face flushed red, her body filled with desire, and
stimulated by Fujioka's youthful blood, her upper body arched so high she could hardly breathe.
"Even though you say you hate it, you must feel something, right? Were you this wet when you were with Kitagawa?"
"Ugh..." Momoko frowned and shook her head. "Tell the truth, you like the caresses of middle-aged men, right?"
"No, I didn't make love with Kitagawa." "Don't joke around. Seeing your body, what man wouldn't
want to hug you?" "That man... is impotent." "What?" Fujioka recalled those thirty-odd photos;
indeed, none of them showed sexual intercourse. They showed her tightly bound, using catheters or having an enema inserted—all those
kinds of photos. Therefore, Fujioka understood the reason for Momoko's sharp reaction. Perhaps, her affair with Kitagawa couldn't
satisfy her—no, it was merely stimulating and sensual.
The desire that accumulated in his young wife's body every day had formed a sediment-like substance.
"But, between Kitagawa and the president, you prefer messing around with Kitagawa, don't you?" "No, I don't know..."
"Tell me honestly." The excitement and joy that had been gradually rising within him made Fujioka
unable to control himself. He grabbed Momoko's hair and asked her. "My husband only has a very ordinary
enthusiasm for nightlife." "Therefore, Kitagawa led you to a world of extraordinary pleasure." "Please spare me
."
"I'll ask you one last question: who is better, me or Kitagawa?" "This..." Fujioka grabbed
his face and turned it towards Momoko's chin, then faced her. "Momoko, tell me the truth."
Momoko opened her eyes, looking at Fujioka with eyes so wet they were almost wet with tears. She brought her slightly trembling lips closer.
"Of course it's you."
Fujioka couldn't contain his excitement. He suddenly hugged Momoko, pressing his lips to hers. He
kissed her while thrusting, and then erupted violently. Momoko let out an unprecedented whimper. Her
naked body, tightly bound, trembled continuously. When Fujioka's tongue entered her, Momoko, still in a daze
, didn't resist at all. Instead, she intertwined her tongue with his.
Although he felt reluctant to part, after the deep kiss, Fujioka got off the bed and untied the ropes binding Momoko's legs
. Momoko opened her eyes slightly, swallowed, and sighed absently.
"Momoko, please sit cross-legged." After finishing his cigarette, Fujioka
said, holding the ropes that had bound Momoko's legs. Momoko, beginning to wake up from the afterglow of her orgasm, lay naked on the bed, only raising her head.
"Please spare me." Considering her position and seeing Fujioka's expression as he held the rope, Jane...
She wanted to cry but couldn't.
"You can't do this, Momoko, no, Madam has such a beautiful body. I know you'll
feel something when you're tied up, and I'm going to thoroughly train you. I don't want to lose to that Kitagawa." "..." With a very obvious
reaction, Momoko could clench her teeth and couldn't refute, but then she suddenly seemed to remember something:
"Don't you need to deliver the ball to the president?" Fujioka smiled slyly. "That was just an excuse for me to come here.
Come on, do as I say."
Saying that, he spread Momoko's legs, which were pressed tightly together, apart to the sides, and crossed them wide.
The overlapping legs were quickly tied with rope. "Like this, lean your upper body forward." He wrapped the rope he was holding
around Momoko's neck, who was bowing her head, and then connected the end of the rope to the rope around her feet.
Momoko's body, which had been used to sports in her school days, was extremely flexible.
"How is it? Does it look interesting?" He combed his long, shiny black hair upwards and looked at Momoko's face.
"It hurts, Mr. Fujioka." "Don't worry, this will make you feel better." Saying this, he grabbed
Momoko's shoulders and pressed her back, like a roly-poly toy being spun around. Momoko lay back on the bed, her legs
tied with ropes connected to the rope around her neck, her private garden facing the ceiling, completely exposed.
"Oh, please... please... please." "It suits you well, doesn't it, madam?" Fujioka
took a small bottle from his purse and opened the cap. "I prepared this especially for you, madam. If you apply this,
you'll be like a bitch in heat, wanting men. You'll see once you try it."
While watching Momoko's tightly closed lips, Fujioka scooped some lotion with his fingers and
began to carefully apply it to the blooming garden between her plump legs. Using his fingers to open the door, Fujioka smeared lotion onto
the fleshy walls of her vulva. Momoko could only occasionally let out a soft "ah" or "ooh," a sigh-like moan
, her brow furrowed as she endured the irritating touch of his fingers.
"Let's put some here too," Fujioka said, applying lotion to the area below her vulva, secretly panting as he
touched the small chrysanthemum bud. "Ah, what are you doing... don't put it there!" Momoko cried out in embarrassment.
"I know you feel very aroused here, ma'am. In the photos, weren't you being played with here by Kitagawa, looking completely
dazed?" Fujioka joked, kneading Momoko's pitiful chrysanthemum bud with the middle of his finger.
"Stop, please, this is too embarrassing." "Then, answer my question." "N-I don't know, about this
kind of thing." "Is that so? If it's not someone you truly love, then it must be quite difficult. By the way,
how many times a week do you and the president have sex?" "This kind of thing... is none of your business." "Don't you know? If you're not honest
, this thing is going to be inserted into your anus." Fujioka pointed the cap of his pen at her anus.
"Oh, wait a minute, I said...twice a week..."
"Oh, then, which part?"
"Ah, that...the normal part..." "The others?" "Only this, really." Momoko
answered in a spasmodic voice, and Fujioka put the pen away. "With such a sexy body as you, you must be
able to accept every part." "Sexy body..." "A woman like you is one in a hundred
, no, one in a thousand, with a beautiful body structure." Fujioka said this as he lit another
cigarette.

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