[Rape of a female bank employee]

"Mr. Chida... Chida Shoten."
Masumi Aso called out a customer's name from behind the bank counter.
It was a very pleasant and clear voice.
Finally, a plump middle-aged man walked up to the counter, wearing a vest with Chida Shoten on it. He was
the owner of a vegetable shop in the shopping district.
"Thank you for coming!"
Masumi smiled slightly and took the receipt from Chida.
"That's great. I thought you were going to take a break. It turns out you're already back at work. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, it's alright."
Masumi tilted her head back and answered softly, her eyelashes very long.
"That's good... but it must be tough on you."
Chida remained standing in front of the counter, looking at Masumi.
His gaze was fixed on the chest hidden beneath the female bank clerk's shirt and vest.
The female bank clerk wore the prescribed olive-green vest and a pure white, elegant silk shirt, which looked really good.
But Chida, staring at Masumi's chest, looked at her like she was looking at a female dog.
Ah, he must be thinking about it again.
My naked breasts…
my bare breasts when the prisoner caressed and abused them…
my nipples, covered by my bra under my shirt, began to throb faintly, and Masumi couldn’t help but want to groan.
“Excuse me… is there anything else?”
“No, no, I just didn’t expect you to still be working here.”
Chida looked at Masumi with a hint of pity as she walked out of the bank.
“Thank you for coming!”
Endo, standing in the bank’s waiting area, spoke loudly.
Masumi pressed the button to serve the next customer.
This was a male customer in a suit, whom she had never seen before.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
At least he wasn’t there then, when Masumi had transformed into a female animal.
He smiled at Masumi.
A very natural gaze.
Masumi greeted him with a smile.
He paused for a moment and told Masumi what he wanted to do.
He was a man in his early thirties, but for a moment, his face showed a boyish expression.
Everyone was like that.
Whenever they were in front of Masumi, every man would show the expression of an innocent boy.
And the look in their eyes was like that of someone looking at the most popular girl in class.
Zhenchun was a delicate and beautiful girl. She
had slender eyes, a straight nose, small lips, and well-defined cheeks and jawline.
Not only her appearance, but her manners and speech were also extremely refined and elegant.
Every man treated Zhenchun like a goddess.
Zhenchun wasn't the type of woman with a voluptuous figure; men saw her as a wealthy heiress from another world.
This remained unchanged from junior high, high school, to university. Even
after passing the bank entrance exam and starting work at this branch a little far from the city center, Zhenchun continued to endure
the admiring gazes of men.
But since that incident, the men's gazes changed.
Their eyes became as if they were looking at a wanton woman.
But despite enduring these lewd stares, Zhenchun wasn't angry; instead, she felt a kind of
pride as a woman.
Because she could now experience the pleasure of being a female dog being used as a sexual object by a male dog.
This even surprised her.
What she couldn't believe was her own physiological reaction.
As Masumi stood up with the summons and turned to the table behind her, all the male employees in the branch focused their gazes
on her body.
Just seconds before, the branch manager and other employees, who should have been diligently reviewing their documents, all
looked up at her with greedy eyes, as if they wanted to devour her whole.
Those were blatant stares.
These male gazes were unabashedly fixed on her newly changed white shirt, olive-colored vest
, and skirt.
Ah…the general manager wants to sleep with me too…he wants to fuck my pussy…ah, why did I say my pussy? Ah, what’s wrong with me…ah, but it’s definitely my pussy…ah…
and the manager too…Section Chief Sakuma too…ah, everyone wants to sleep with Masumi…want to fuck Masumi’s pussy… Her
erect nipples ached from the pressure of her bra.
Her panties, pressed tightly against her vulva, were damp with vaginal fluid.
She had changed.
She was no longer the Masumi of the past.
Before being coerced by the prisoner, she had never masturbated.
She had never even considered rubbing her clitoris with her fingers…
or giving oral sex! That was also a first for her.
She had never even given oral sex to her fiancé, Yukihiro…
but the prisoner didn’t believe her.
Because when Masumi licked the prisoner’s penis with her tongue, her technique was just too good.
Masumi returned to the counter and looked ahead.
In front of her was a lobby with three rows of thank-you notes for customers to wait in.
A male customer in a shirt and jeans stood up.
He put his hand into the bag he was holding in his right hand.
“…Goro!”
Masumi murmured and collapsed on the spot.
Chapter 1 Targeting the Beautiful Female Bank Employee—Masumi
It was exactly past three o’clock.
The automatic doors at the bank entrance began to close.
After stamping the tax remittance slip, Aso Masumi returned it to the customer.
“Thank you for your hard work, everyone.”
The manager’s voice came from behind.
She noticed the gaze behind her, turned around, and saw that it was Yukihiro.
Yukihiro Nakajima, Masumi's fiancé.
They were scheduled to marry this fall.
Although they glanced at each other, they quickly looked away.
At the bank, they both tried not to show any particular concern for each other.
But she felt her cheeks starting to burn.
She was truly happy.
This might be the happiest moment of her life.
She pressed the button, preparing to serve the next customer.
Four people were still sitting at the counter.
The man was among them.
He kept staring at her.
Masumi immediately shifted her gaze to the customer approaching the counter.
"Mr. Chida!"
This was a customer from the shopping street in front of the station.
The bank had recently started paying more attention to small businesses like this.
"This is for this month,"
the vegetable vendor said, taking out the health insurance payment slip.
"You don't need to bring it here specifically; you can pay it when Mr. Nakajima visits your shop."
She knew that Yukihiro, who worked in sales, also handled his cases.
"It's alright, I came here specifically to see you," Chida said shyly. "
Oh, no..."
Masumi blushed instantly.
Her shy expression made her look like a painting.
Although she was already twenty-four, she still couldn't shake off her childlike innocence, like a cherry blossom just beginning to bloom.
"Thank you for coming."
After stamping the payment slip and returning it to Chida, she saw the man stand up.
He had already walked over before she pressed the button. He
was still wearing a shirt and jeans.
He had been wearing the same clothes all week.
"Welcome!"
Although she felt a little uneasy, Masumi greeted him with her signature smile.
"I'd like to deposit these today."
With that, the man took out his passbook and a thousand-yen bill, revealing a forced smile.
But his eyes didn't smile; he just stared at Masumi.
"Welcome! Excuse me, sir..."
"Just call me Goro." "
No, thank you for your patronage, Mr. Natsumoto. Actually, it would be more convenient if you used an ATM
, instead of waiting here."
"Would that be too much trouble for you?"
"Not at all! I don't deserve it..."
"That's good."
Natsumoto Goro had been coming to the bank every day for a month, depositing one or two thousand yen each time.
He looked like a very ordinary man.
Although he dressed like a student, if he wore a suit, he would probably look like a serious
office worker.
But his eyes, the way he looked at Masumi, were different from ordinary men.
At first, he looked at Masumi with adoring eyes, just like other men.
But over the past week, his gaze had become unpredictable and perplexing.
The reason was clear:
Masumi had clearly rejected his advances.
She and Natsumoto had only spoken once.
No, it hardly even counted as a conversation.
A month ago, Masumi had simply found Natsumoto's lost wallet in front of the station and said to him, "Sir,
you've lost something." That
was all.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
Back then, in the crowded morning, Natsumoto turned around, stunned by Masumi's beauty.
But such things were commonplace for Masumi.
So she simply smiled at him and left.
Now, thinking back, perhaps that smile was the cause of the trouble.
The next day, Natsumoto came to the bank to open an account.
Masumi didn't remember Natsumoto at all.
Natsumoto looked very disappointed.
"Is tonight okay?"
As soon as Masumi took the passbook, Natsumoto asked in a very familiar tone.
"What?"
"I said, can we go on a date tonight?"
"Sir, what do you mean by that..."
"Call me Goro, I want you to call me Goro, Masumi."
He suddenly called her by her name, leaving Masumi flustered and at a loss.
She felt in danger and had a premonition that something might happen soon.
"Don't you want to go on a date with me, Masumi!"
Natsumoto leaned over the counter.
Taking advantage of his height, he pressed his upper body against Masumi.
The female bank clerk next door, Nishizawa Miki, sensed something was wrong and beckoned to Endo, who was in charge of greeting customers in the lobby, to come
over.
"Can we go on a date tonight?"
Natsumoto cupped Masumi's face in his hands.
Due to the suddenness of the event, Masumi didn't react at all.
"You're always so beautiful. Masumi, you're mine alone."
Natsumoto began to caress her beautifully shaped cheeks with the back of his hand.
"Ah, ahh..."
Masumi stared wide-eyed at Natsumoto, letting him do as he pleased.
Her frightened eyes ignited the sadistic nature within the man.
Makoto's innocent expression aroused the man's urge to abuse her.
"Sir! What can I do for you?"
Endo, a nearly fifty-year-old bank employee, stepped in to stop him.
"I'm talking to Makoto right now, don't bother me."
"Wait a minute, sir."
"I said you're not allowed to bother us."
Natsumoto shouted, pulling a pistol from his sports bag on the counter.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the branch's lobby froze.
"S-Sir, what are you doing..."
Endo reached out to grab the pistol.
"Shut up!"
Natsumoto picked up the pistol and struck Endo on the forehead with the butt.
With a thud, the small Endo fell to the ground.
"What are you doing!"
The other male bank employees stood up and shouted.
"Hands up! All of you, hands up!"
Natsumoto pulled Endo up by the chest and struck him on the temple with the gun.
Endo was knocked unconscious.
"All of you, hands up! Don't press the alarm. I know about these things, I've seen them on TV."
" I'm leaving the table. If anyone dares to call the police, I'll knock their head off."
The general manager, manager, head of the financing department, and Nakajima Yukihiro and Honda, who had just returned from outside,
all five male bank employees raised their hands and left the table.
"You too."
Nishizawa Miki and the other six female bank employees also raised their hands and left the table.
"You're lucky to be here. I'll show you a good show in a bit."
There were three other customers in the bank, including Chida.
They were all men: one was the owner of a small flower shop in the shopping district, and the other was a white-haired man dressed in ordinary clothes
.
The three customers also looked at Natsumoto, raising their hands in a panic, with no intention of resisting at all.
"What do you want?" the general manager asked Natsumoto.
"Don't be afraid, it's not money, I don't want money."
"Then what is it? What do you want?"
"Masumi!"
Natsumoto looked at Masumi with bloodshot eyes.
Only she was still sitting in her seat, her pale Adam's apple and collarbone bulging with tension.
"I want you all to know that Masumi is my woman, and mine alone."
"M-Msumi...you mean Ms. Aso?"
"Aso Masumi! That name suits her beautiful face perfectly."
Natsumoto stared wide-eyed around the hall, his gaze settling on Nakajima Yukihiro.
"You think so too, don't you?"
Yukihiro's eyes were bloodshot with anger.
"I'm really shocked. I didn't expect Masumi to have a fiancé. Masumi already has me, how could she
be engaged to another man?"
His gun was still pointed at Endo's temple.
Endo's forehead was bleeding.
"Msumi, you're lying to me, aren't you? You're lying about having a fiancé, aren't
you?" "P-please...put the gun down...Mr. Endo is bleeding...we need to bandage him quickly..."
Masumi's face had turned pale, but her pale appearance only intensified the man's sadistic pleasure.
"Bandaging? You're so kind, that's what I love about you. Not just your face, you're kind-hearted too."
"Please, Mr. Natsumoto."
"My name is Goro."
"Please, Goro."
After being called by his name, Natsumoto smiled, a happy smile.
"But before that, there's something I need to do. Masumi, come help me."
He happily called Masumi's name, emptying the contents of his sports bag onto the counter.
It contained many handcuffs.
"Use these to handcuff their hands and feet."
Natsumoto handed the handcuffs to Masumi, who had walked up to him.
They were SM handcuffs.
Although they were for fun, they could still deprive a grown man of his freedom.
"Goro... give me the gun, if you want me, I'm willing." Masumi
said, trembling.
"I want to let that guy know you're my woman here." Natsumoto glared at Yukihiro and said, "He's
your fiancé, right?"
Masumi was forced to back away step by step.
She neither admitted nor denied it.
If she admitted it, Yukihiro might be in mortal danger.
But she couldn't deny it.
"What is it, Masumi!"
Natsumoto pressed Masumi again.
"That's right, I'm Aso Masumi's fiancé. If you hate me, just find me and let the others go
." Yukihiro shouted.
"I don't hate you at all. Anyway, the engagement is just a formality. The only one who truly loves Masumi is me."
Natsumoto intimately caressed Masumi's beautiful face.
Masumi closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased.
She looked like she was in pain, but also unusually sexy. Of course, not a single man felt sexually aroused yet, but 　　it was certain that
all the men's eyes were fixed on Masumi's beauty . 　　Anxiety and anger mingled in their gazes. 　　But in fact, these men were unaware that their own desires had already begun to sprout. 　　"Stop! You're not allowed to touch Masumi!" Yukihiro shouted angrily. 　　"You call her Masumi? What gives you the right to call her that?" 　　Natsumoto's expression changed, and he struck Endo's forehead again with the butt of his gun. 　　"Stop!" 　　With a thud, fresh blood flowed from the new wound. 　　Masumi, tears streaming down her face, took out a handkerchief to stop Endo's bleeding. 　　The pale pink handkerchief was quickly stained red. 　　"Hey, you, you come over here too." 　　Natsumoto pointed at Nishizawa Miki. 　　Miki, who had been called upon, walked over with her hands raised. 　　Miki was a girl who had just entered the bank this spring. 　　She was twenty-two years old, with short hair and a very cute face. 　　Her round, big eyes were her charm, making her seem like the cute girl next door. 　　She was different from Asou Masumi and was very popular with customers. 　　"Your surname is Nishizawa, what's your name?" 　　Natsumoto asked, looking at the name tag on her chest. 　　Miki's chest, like Masumi's, was quite full. 　　"I-I'm called Miki..." 　　"That's a nice name, and you're quite pretty. If it weren't for Masumi, I might have approached you." 　　Miki's face had turned pale, and her slender limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. 　　"You two go and handcuff them. Quickly, and fasten your cuffs." 　　Masumi and Miki looked at the general manager, waiting for his signal. 　　The general manager nodded to them. 　　Frankly, they had no choice but to obey. 　　Masumi and Miki took the handcuffs and approached the customers beside them. 　　"I'm so sorry..." 　　Chida's hands and feet were cuffed together with a clang. 　　Although Chida was also terrified, he kept staring at Masumi. 　　"You all come over here, hands up. If you move, not only this guy, but all these customers will 　　die. It'll be a big problem if the customers die, right!"

Xia Ben grinned wickedly, summoning all the bank staff behind the counter to the lobby.
The other five female staff members and all the other male staff members were handcuffed.
The customers sat with the female staff members at the counter, while the male staff members stood around.
"Time is precious, so let everyone see what it's like for Makoto and me
to be together." Xia Ben beckoned Makoto, who was standing next to Miki, to come over.
He grabbed her face and kissed her heavily.
"No, no!"
Makoto reflexively turned her head away.
"What's wrong? Makoto, are you embarrassed in front of your colleagues?"
Xia Ben kissed Makoto's small, pink lips again.
Makoto shook her head violently.
Tears welled up in her slender eyes.
Tears streamed down her face.
Of course, Makoto's shaking her head was a sign of refusal.
But her forced expression only aroused Xia Ben more.
To Xia Ben, this expression was more alluring than a smile.
Xia Ben wiped away her tears with his fingers.
"No, no!"
Masumi resolutely refused, her lips tightly pressed together.
"You said no, yet you dare not kiss me, you bitch."
Natsumoto slapped her.
With a thud, Masumi fell to the ground.
"Stop!"
Standing behind Xie, Yukihiro, unable to contain his anger, rushed towards Natsumoto, but immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Take it off! Take it all off. Masumi, I want you to make amends for fooling me."
Chapter Two: The Torn Uniform
Natsumoto Goro grabbed Masumi's ponytail tied behind her head and pulled her up.
"Get up, take it off, Masumi."
"If you want me... I, I'll give it to you... Ahhhhh, so, so please don't
involve the bank customers... Please let them go first! Go, Goro."
"Take it all off first, Masumi, take it off first."
"If I take it off... if I take off my uniform... you'll let the customers go, right?"
"Take it off quickly, Masumi."
"I believe you, I believe you."
After saying that, Asou Masumi began to unbutton her olive-colored vest.
Her fingers were long and slender, like white fish.
"Aso..."
The general manager called his subordinate's name softly, his face full of reluctance.
Masumi looked at the general manager and nodded to him to indicate that it was okay.
Her fiancé had fallen to the ground and was still unable to get up.
Masumi took off her vest, folded it and placed it on the counter, and continued to unbutton her shirt.
She unbuttoned one, two, and stopped at the third.
At this point, the bulge of her breasts, which were covered by a bra, could be seen.
Looking at the fullness of her breasts, one could tell that although her hands and feet were slender and her face beautiful, her breasts seemed
asymmetrical, unusually full.
"How is it? Masumi!"
Natsumoto's eyes were fixed on Masumi's cleavage.
"Ah, please... wait until we're alone, okay? Goro..."
"Take it off now, Masumi. Let everyone see your figure, or I'll help you take it off."
"No, no!"
Masumi took two steps back and continued to unbutton the third and fourth buttons.
Her bra was completely exposed.
After the change of seasons, Masumi stopped wearing shirts.
It was a full-coverage bra with rose embroidery, tightly covering her very substantial breasts.
"I really didn't expect your breasts to be so big."
Natsumoto wasn't the only one who was surprised.
The general manager, managers, section chiefs who worked with her every day, and Honda were also very surprised.
The men had never even thought of coveting Masumi's figure.
Because they felt that would be an insult to Makoto's beauty.
Everyone was satisfied just looking at her charming and elegant appearance.
The men all assumed her breasts were small.
They didn't want their ideal Makoto to be a voluptuous woman.
But in fact, Makoto's breasts proved she was a woman.
Her small face made her breasts appear even larger.
Shyly, Makoto pulled her shirt out from under her skirt, unbuttoned it, took it off, turned her back to the men
, and carefully folded it.
Her back was incredibly slender, the thin straps resting on her small, fragrant shoulders, her waistline exquisitely defined.
The fitted short skirt revealed her rounded hips perfectly. It
was truly unexpected.
Her hips were so sexy.
The general manager, the manager, Sakuma, and young Honda all forgot about the bank robbery;
everyone stared in amazement at Makoto's back.
Makoto's back was truly captivating to men.
Several men were secretly thinking, "Hurry up and take off your skirt too."
Masumi covered her chest with her hands in an X-shape, facing everyone.
It would have been better if she hadn't covered up; the covering made her already full breasts even more sexy and alluring.
All the men's eyes were focused on that focal point.
"Where else should
you take off?" "Ah...please, no, Goro."
"I told you to take it off, so take it off. If you don't obey, I'll punish you."
With that, Natsumoto grabbed her hands with one hand and raised them upwards, while his other hand grasped her breast .
"Ah, no, no!"
Masumi's breasts were so large that even Natsumoto couldn't grasp them with one hand.
He caressed her breasts with his palm, a sight that aroused desire in the other men as well.
"Ah, what wonderful breasts. Ah, Masumi, these belong to me alone."
Natsumoto continued to caress her right breast.
"No, no...stop...please stop."
Masumi looked at Natsumoto with tears in her eyes.
Her pleading expression was incredibly captivating.
Seeing her frown only made me want to torment her even more.
"Are you taking it off or not, Masumi?"
"Okay, I'll take it off... I'll do as you say..."
"Good!"
Natsumoto released Masumi with satisfaction.
Masumi tidied her messy hair.
"Where else are you taking off, Masumi?"
"I'll start with my skirt..."
Masumi began to unbutton her skirt.
Chida, who was sitting at the front, let out an "Ah!"
because he saw Masumi's nipples protruding from her bra.
Her nipples were a pale pink, like melting areolas.
Sensing Chida's gaze, Masumi hurriedly put her bra back on.
Her face, neck, and collarbone all turned red.
Masumi glanced at Chida in front of her and then took off her skirt.
The air in the bank began to thicken, making it hard to breathe.
The men's eyes were naturally all on her lower body.
But her colleagues, who could see Masumi's underwear through her pantyhose, immediately looked away.
Only the three customers continued to stare at Masumi's lower body.
"What are you doing! Take off your pantyhose too."
Of course, Natsumoto's eyes were also on her lower body.
"Okay, okay..."
Masumi squatted forward and began to take off her pantyhose.
Her already ample breasts appeared even larger as she squatted.
Although she was wearing a full-coverage bra, her breasts were exposed as if she were wearing a half-coverage bra.
The depth of her cleavage made one want to reach out and touch them.
Her thighs were also completely exposed, her skin as white as if mixed with milk, perfectly proportioned, arousing fantasies.
And her calves were beautifully shaped, not to mention her ankles.
After taking off her pantyhose, Masumi folded them and placed them on the counter, then immediately turned to face the front, covering her crotch with her hands.
The three customers sitting in front of her couldn't help but show regret on their faces.
Among the colleagues who had initially looked away, Sakuma also began to slowly steal glances at Masumi's figure.
Because he couldn't hold back any longer.
Because he wanted to see, wanted to see Aso Masumi naked.
Sakuma wasn't the only one tempted by this thought.
Even the usually composed general manager, manager, and Honda, who was the same age as Masumi, couldn't help but
steal glances at Masumi's body.
"Put your hands up, Masumi,"
Masumi said, looking at Natsumoto with pleading eyes.
"I... told... you... to... put... your... hands... up, Masumi!"
he commanded, enunciating each word clearly.
Fearing his lewd power, Masumi slowly raised her hands.
"Please... please... don't look, don't look at me,"
Masumi begged in a voice barely audible.
But her pleading only made her more alluring.
The general manager and manager's eyes were all fixed on the female employee who was only wearing a bra and panties.
The panties covering Masumi's private parts were surprisingly small.
Although the style was elegant, the cut was daring, the entire pair of panties so small that it seemed her pubic hair would be exposed.
Perhaps because her pubic hair was so thick, her vulva looked very full.
All the men in the lobby were staring at Masumi's private parts.
No, there was only one person who hadn't seen it, and that was her fiancé, Yukihiro.
At that moment, Yukihiro finally got up and stood next to Honda.
"Masumi!"
Yukihiro shouted, seeing his fiancée stripped down to her underwear.
"You bastard!"
Natsumoto glared at him and cursed.
"Hey! You're not allowed to call Masumi by her name."
Natsumoto approached Honda and suddenly punched Yukihiro in the stomach with his right hand.
"Ugh..."
Yukihiro groaned and squatted down.
"Yukihiro!"
Masumi instinctively ran over.
Her breasts swayed as she ran to her fiancé's side.
"Are you alright, Yukihiro?"
Her straight hair hung down her chest as she looked at her fiancé worriedly.
"I-I'm fine..."
"Why did you run over here? Masumi, you're not allowed to worry about this bastard."
Natsumoto grabbed Masumi, who was squatting next to Yukihiro, and forcefully pulled her closer to him.
"No!"
Worried about her fiancé, Masumi instinctively shook off Natsumoto's hand.
"What did you say? You bitch!"
Natsumoto, his face flushed crimson, grabbed Masumi's breasts and ripped her bra.
"Ahhh..."
Masumi's full, firm breasts were completely exposed.
The general manager and the others standing nearby all gasped and their eyes widened.
No matter what, seeing Masumi's naked breasts was a priority.
"You like this brat that much, Masumi?"
Natsumoto kicked Yukihiro, who was squatting down, while grabbing Masumi's breasts.
"No! Please stop! Don't hit him!"
Masumi didn't care about her exposed breasts; she only cared about her fiancé.
She looked at Yukihiro lying on the ground with a mournful face.
Conversely, the bank colleagues' attention was entirely focused on Masumi's breasts being kneaded by the bank robber.
They didn't care about Yukihiro lying on the ground.
Masumi's full breasts were being kneaded continuously.
Now was the time to take advantage.
Natsumoto was playing with Masumi's breasts with both hands.
The gun was at Natsumoto's feet.
But nobody noticed.
At least, none of the men in the lobby paid any attention to the gun; they were all completely absorbed in staring
at Asou Masumi's exposed breasts.
Even the three customers sitting at the front desk didn't shy away from turning their heads to look.
Masumi's appearance was just that alluring and provocative.
The other female bank tellers stared blankly.
Endo, slumped in front of the counter, looked at Yukihiro, who was slumped behind the counter, with an expression that looked like he was about to cry.
Only Miki noticed the gun.
Only Miki could move freely.
But she was frozen in place, as if nailed to a wall.
To Miki, Natsumoto was like a giant.
"Hehehe! Starting to feel something, huh? Masumi, your nipples are already erect."
Natsumoto chuckled, constantly caressing Masumi's full breasts.
Many red finger marks had appeared on her fair breasts.
"No, no... Ahh, Yukihiro... Answer me."
Masumi looked at her fiancé lying beside her.
Her heart was entirely with Yukihiro.
But cruelly, her body had already begun to respond to Natsumoto's caresses.
Masumi was twenty-four.
It was a bit late, but since losing her virginity at twenty, she had had three boyfriends.
The third was Yukihiro, and it was Yukihiro who taught her about orgasms. Her body, newly awakened as a woman, 　　would react to
such constant caresses, no matter how much she hated him . 　　"You really do love me, Masumi." 　　Natsumoto pinched her nipples. 　　"Ah!" 　　A seductive moan escaped from Masumi's pitiful cherry lips. 　　The men were all surprised, and Masumi herself was too. 　　Pleasure began to course through her body. 　　Only then did Masumi come to her senses, realizing her breasts were exposed. 　　Natsumoto kneaded her nipples, and unbelievably, they responded. 　　"Ah, ah, ah...no, don't..." 　　As she let out another wanton moan, Masumi instinctively tightened her lips. 　　"You're shy, Masumi? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Come on, let me hear your beautiful voice again." 　　Seeing Masumi's body react so actively, Natsumoto felt a surge of energy. 　　He continued to stimulate the sensitive buds on Masumi's breasts. 　　"Mmm, mmm...mmm..." 　　Masumi's tightly closed lips couldn't help but let out wanton moans. 　　Although she looked at Natsumoto with pleading eyes, her hands cupped her breasts. 　　"Ah...ah!" 　　She couldn't believe it. 　　She couldn't believe she was experiencing such pleasure. 　　Although she was naturally sensitive to nipples, she 　　had never made such a sound before when Yukihiro kissed them. 　　"Hehehe! It sounds so nice. You love me so much, Makoto." 　　Natsumoto kneaded even more vigorously, stimulating both sides at the same time. 　　"Ah, ahh...no, no...ah, mmm!" 　　Makoto let out a soft moan whenever Natsumoto's nails touched her nipples. 　　Although she was saying no, no, she was full of feminine charm. 　　All the men found it hard to believe that Makoto was so sensitive. 　　It was so incongruous with Makoto's noble and beautiful appearance. 　　Of course, they knew that she was a mature woman. She 　　also had a fiancé. 　　It was impossible for her to still be a virgin. 　　But deep down, they felt that her reaction should be more dignified and skillful. 　　Even when she was with the man she loved, she should be holding the sheets tightly, suppressing her lips with her hands, 　　and not making a single soft moan. 　　"Ugh, ahh... No, no... Let me go, let me go... Ahhh, no... Ahhh, 　　I'm going crazy." 　　With the teasing of her nipples, sweat began to seep from the cleavage between her swaying breasts. 　　Masumi grabbed Natsumoto's hand, trying to stop him. 　　But to the men, her actions were merely superficial. 　　Natsumoto grasped her breasts again. 　　He gently pressed his palms against her nipples, slowly stroking them. 　　"Ah, ahhhh... Heh, umm..." Masumi 　　tilted her head back, exposing her fair neck as she gasped for breath. 　　Gradually, Masumi's expression became incredibly alluring and seductive. 　　"Stop! Let her go! I won't allow you to touch Masumi!" 　　Yukihiro, regaining consciousness, stood up and roared. 　　His shout awakened the men who had been watching in a daze. 　　Honda was the first to notice the gun. 　　But his feet were handcuffed, rendering him immobile; he could only use his body. 　　He crashed into Natsumoto, and the two fell to the side together. 　　"You bastard!" 　　Xia Ben, who got up first, grabbed Honda's chest and punched him hard. 　　"Ugh!" 　　Blood flowed from Honda's mouth. 　　"Stop! Stop it now!" 　　Zhen Chun picked up Honda's upper body. 　　Her fair breasts touched Honda's mouth, and her fair breasts were covered in blood. 　　"Bastard!" 　　Yukihiro used his handcuffed hands to hit Xia Ben on the back of the head from behind. 　　The handcuffs hit Xia Ben's head and made a sound. 　　"Ugh..." 　　Xia Ben cried out a few times, but he still didn't fall down. 　　"You bastard!" 　　Xia Ben swung his right fist straight at Yukihiro's jaw. 　　"Ugh!" 　　Yukihiro fell to the ground after taking the punch. 　　The difference in their arm strength was too great. 　　"Yukihiro!" 　　Just as Xia Ben was about to throw a second punch, Zhen Chun hugged him from behind. 　　Her full breasts pressed against Xia Ben's back, trying to stop him with all her strength. 　　"Don't get in my way! Masumi!" 　　"Goro, I beg you! I'll do whatever you say... I'll do whatever you say, you have to hit him, Goro." 　　Masumi cried out the bank robber's name desperately, tears streaming down her face. 　　"You'll do whatever I say, right? Masumi!" 　　"Yes, I'll do whatever you say." " 　　You don't have to listen to this bastard! Masumi!" Yukihiro roared. 　　"You bastard! You called Masumi's name again." 　　Natsumoto raised his foot and stomped on Yukihiro's face. 　　"Ugh... ugh..." 　　Yukihiro bled again.

"No! Please don't do this!"
Miki rushed over,
shielding Yukihiro with her body.
"You like him?"
"No, please, stop."
Miki's face was also filled with tears.
Her uniform was stained with Yukihiro's blood.
"Tie them both up. I want them to see a good show later, so don't let them mess it up."
Natsumoto picked up his pistol again, grabbed Masumi's long hair with his left hand, and returned to the counter.
The men's eyes couldn't escape Masumi's vulva, which was only covered by thin underwear.
Her buttocks swayed with each step.
Now was not the time to admire a woman's body.
The men wanted to look away,
but Masumi's alluring curves made it impossible for them to look away.
The gun was pointed at Masumi's face.
Although everyone knew he probably wouldn't shoot Masumi, no one could move.
"Hey! Miki! You come here too."
Natsumoto took out a rope from his sports bag and beckoned her over.
Miki wiped away her tears and stood up.
"...Good luck,"
the general manager whispered to her as she passed him.
Miki walked to Natsumoto's side with her head down.
Natsumoto pointed a gun at Masumi's face and caressed her breasts.
Her nipples were still erect, but her full breasts were stained with blood.
Although Masumi looked so pathetic, the men couldn't suppress the throbbing pain in their groins.
"Ah, ah...no, no..."
Masumi's tightly closed lips opened and closed as she gasped and moaned.
Masumi felt pleasure as the bank robbers caressed her breasts.
Masumi resisted, but was helpless.
Seeing the situation before them, the men, knowing Masumi's reaction, felt increasingly excited.
"Use this to tie them both up properly."
Miki took the rope and nodded gently.
"I'm sorry...thank you for your trouble, Miki."
"...Masumi!"
Masumi and Miki exchanged glances.
Miki took the rope and walked to Xie's side.
Yukihiro and Honda were both sitting up, and the bleeding had stopped.
"I'm sorry."
Miki tied them up as ordered.
"Okay! Come here!"
Natsumoto called Miki back, intimately wrapping his arms around her waist.
He placed the gun on the counter and stroked Masumi's nipple with his other hand.
Miki was startled.
She thought that if she came again, she would have to take off all her clothes.
The same thing had happened to the general manager and the other male customers.
This time, they might be able to see Miki's breasts.
"You said you listen to everything I say, right? Masumi!"
"Yes..."
"Then show me how you masturbate?"
The first masturbation in the third branch
"What?"
"Masturbation! You've done it at night, haven't you?"
"I, I haven't done... that kind of thing..."
"You're lying!"
"I've never... done it..."
"Oh! Is that so? What about you, Miki? Do you have experience with masturbation?"
Natsumoto Goro asked, his face close to hers.
Nishizawa Miki shook her head, trembling.
"Miki hasn't done it either, I don't believe it! What about you guys? How about it? Have you done it?"
Natsumoto turned to the other five female bank employees and asked.
"How about it?"
Every female bank employee shook her head, just like Miki.
"You're still single, right? You're over thirty, right? How do you handle your sexual desire? It must feel awkward if you don't masturbate, right?"
The female bank employee who was called on endured the humiliation and answered softly, "No." "
Nonsense!" Natsumoto shouted.
"Goro! You watch! I'll masturbate for you
right now." "You've never masturbated, have you? You need someone with experience to teach you."
"I-I've done it... I'm sorry, I lied because I was embarrassed..."
Asou Masumi said recklessly.
She could clearly feel the gazes of all the men.
She really had no experience.
Although she had touched her nipples and clitoris while taking a shower, she had never thought of using masturbation to satisfy her sexual
desire.
To protect her senior, Masumi lied.
Let her suffer the embarrassment alone.
Now, Masumi was only wearing her underwear; she was ready to go all out.
She didn't care anymore.
Masumi desperately told herself that masturbating in front of him was no big deal.
"Really? So you were lying to me!"
Natsumoto smiled, pinching her nipple hard.
"It hurts...it hurts..."
Masumi's beautiful face showed a pained expression.
But all the men were stunned.
She was frowning because of pain, but she looked like she was enjoying it.
"Stand up, Masumi."
Natsumoto picked up the gun and pushed the things on the counter aside.
Masumi obediently climbed onto the counter.
She sat sideways, holding her breasts with both hands.
Although her nipples were covered by her hands, her full breasts appeared even more prominent.
"Hey! What are you pretending for, Masumi? How can you masturbate if you don't spread your legs?"
"I'm sorry..."
Masumi looked at him resentfully and slowly spread her legs.
Her legs, clad in high heels, slowly spread to about sixty degrees in front of everyone.
The piece of cloth covering her pubic area became even smaller,
making the woman's pubic cleavage clearly visible. Chida, sitting directly opposite, drooled.
The girl who usually made his heart flutter with just a smile was now standing before him, her face fully open...
Thighs, about to start masturbating.
This is truly unbelievable.
Even though there's still a pair of underwear in between, the girl with her legs spread wide in front of him is actually Asou Masumi
. It's like a dream.
Of course, Masumi is being forced by the robber, but Chida is really glad he was there too.
Masumi's legs were spread to a sixty-degree angle before stopping.
Her shy expression only made the man want to keep looking.
"What are you doing? Masumi! Open it a little wider."
The impatient Natsumoto grabbed her knees and pried them open to the sides.
"Ah, no, don't..."
Masumi's crotch was spread to about ninety degrees.
On her pale, clean skin, the veins were clearly visible.
This added to her sexiness and also showed her feminine fragility.
Masumi felt incredibly humiliated by being treated like this.
"What are you still hesitating for, Masumi? Where are you going to start?"
"This... ah, ah ah... ah, that..."
Masumi desperately tried to cover her nipples, shaking her head in confusion.
"I think I should ask another woman."
"No... um, from the breasts... I always start caressing from the breasts..."
"Really? Then show me."
Masumi removed her hands from her breasts.
Her nipples were still erect.
Natsumoto looked at her nipples happily.
Because this was Masumi's only proof of responding to Natsumoto.
"Ah..."
Masumi could feel all eyes on her.
Although she wanted to tell everyone not to look, she was afraid of hurting her colleagues, so she didn't dare to say anything.
It was all her fault for being so naked.
It wasn't the man looking at her fault.
Unconsciously, Masumi began to blame herself.
"Hurry up and do it, Masumi."
"I'm sorry."
Masumi tremblingly reached her right hand to her swaying breasts.
With her index finger and thumb, she began to slowly, slowly caress them as if stroking feathers.
But even so, she still experienced great pleasure.
"Ah, ah..."
Letting out waves of lewd moans, Masumi tilted her head back, and the lines from her collarbone to her entire neck became very distinct.
Sweating profusely.
Under her arms, in her cleavage, behind her knees.
She had become more sensitive than she had imagined.
More sensitive than when Natsumoto had just caressed her.
This was so strange, so strange.
"Care more, Sawamura!"
"Okay, okay..."
Sawamura closed her eyes and continued the caresses.
"Ah, ah..."
Unconsciously, the three customers sitting directly in front of her, including Chida, leaned forward.
The white-haired old man who lived near the bank also seemed to have become young again, his buttocks hard.
"No, no... why is this happening... ah, no..."
The men stared at her.
Even with her eyes closed, she knew very well
why the fingers caressing her nipples would naturally tighten when she felt their gaze.
Why? Sawamura really didn't understand.
That small, sexy bud was being caressed by fingers like white fish.
"Ah, ah... no!"
She couldn't let go.
Sawamura couldn't let go of her fingers.
Not only that, she even began to caress her left nipple with her left hand.
"Ah, ahhhhh...why...ah, ahh, why..."
Masumi shook her head violently.
It was a gesture of resistance.
"Aren't you going to touch your breasts, Masumi!"
"Ah, ahh...okay, okay...I'll touch...ahh, I'll touch..."
Her fingers finally released her nipple.
Because she was about to start caressing her breasts.
Seeking new stimulation, she began to act.
She opened her arms and grasped her entire breast, beginning to caress it.
"Ahh...ah..."
She caressed her breasts.
"Ahh, ahh...whoosh...ahh..."
It felt so good.
This touch.
"It's about time you took off your panties, Masumi."
"Ahh, yes, yes...ahh, I can't do it without taking them off completely..."
Masumi answered as if she had candy in her mouth.
The look in her eyes as she looked at Natsumoto was mixed with something else besides tears.
Masumi could now look straight ahead.
She looked at the guests sitting in front of her, thanking them.
Suddenly being stared at by her, Chida and the others turned their heads away.
Although Masumi was now naked like a stripper, her innate temperament remained unchanged
.
Masumi glanced at her colleagues behind her.
The male colleagues also hurriedly turned their heads away.
"Ah... I'm taking it off..."
Masumi looked at the general manager who had turned his head away as she took off her underwear.
"Wow! I didn't expect you to have so much pubic hair, Masumi."
"Really?... Ah, I'm embarrassed."
When her underwear was down to her calves, Masumi covered her face. Her
slightly warm skin began to turn even redder.
"You have so much pubic hair, and even wearing such small underwear, it doesn't show."
"Ah, I don't deserve it... Thank you for the compliment... This is shameful."
Masumi still covered her face.
"No, it's a sign of lust. After seeing this, I already know you're a lustful woman."
Natsumoto reached out and caressed her genitals.
"Ah, ah..."
Her shapely thighs trembled incessantly.
"So beautiful, so pure."
"No, no...please don't...ah, please spare me..."
Being caressed inappropriately by a man she didn't love, coupled with the humiliation of being forced to strip naked, Masumi closed her legs.
This conveniently trapped Natsumoto's hands between her thighs.
Natsumoto then caressed Masumi's pubic hair even more intensely.
"No, no... ahh, don't do this... ahh, please spare me."
Masumi pleaded tearfully.
"Stop! Stop it!" Yukihiro shouted.
But his voice had changed from its previous angry tone, turning into a pleading wail.
"Look, look, that troublesome guy can't stand being alone."
Natsumoto laughed happily, spreading Masumi's legs open to ninety degrees before leaving the counter.
"Okay, let's start masturbating, where to begin, Masumi!"
Natsumoto ignored Masumi's fiancé's pleas and asked Masumi.
"Where, where to begin..."
Masumi lowered her head.
Her underwear was still on her left ankle.
"Miki, where do you start masturbating?"
Natsumoto asked, his arm around Miki's waist and his face close to hers.
"Ah, me, me?... This, this... that... I just said I have no experience..."
Miki forced a smile as she answered.
Her cheerful expression excited the men.
It was wrong.
They knew it wasn't right, but they still wanted to see what would happen next.
To see how Masumi and Miki would be violated.
"Where do you start? The clitoris? Or do you just stick your fingers in your vagina?"
Natsumoto grabbed Miki and shook her violently.
"This, this... that..."
A tear rolled down Miki's face.
She pretended to laugh while crying.
"I want to start with the clitoris... I want to start caressing the clitoris." Masumi said loudly.
All the men's eyes returned to Masumi.
Masumi reached her right hand between her legs.
She began to stroke her pubic hair with her index and middle fingers, exploring the cleft inside.
Masumi Aso's vulva.
Asou Masumi's vagina.
The men stared intently, as if witnessing the birth of Venus, forgetting to even breathe, fixed on Masumi
's genitals.
Although her thighs were open, the walls of her vulva remained closed.
It was as if those walls had never been open before.
Above the walls, tiny buds could be vaguely seen,
like pearls of lustful flesh.
They certainly looked like that.
Masumi began to rub those pearls with her index finger, gently.
"So good..."
A sound like a high-pitched moan revealed Masumi's pleasure.
Masumi continued to rub.
"Ah, so good, so good... ah, so hot, like I'm burning, my body is burning."
She rubbed her nipples with her other hand.
"So amazing."
Her sensitivity was so high that even Natsumoto was startled.
This kind of masturbation was really hard to reconcile with her skilled face.
"Ah, why...why, it feels so good...ah, what's wrong with me..."
Masumi shook her head, continuing to rub her sensitive clitoris.
Masumi had never known that her clitoris could give her such pleasure.
To be honest, although she felt that her sex life with Yukihiro was also very fulfilling.
This was so strange.
How could she be so sensitive?
I shouldn't be this kind of woman. I was
actually a late bloomer when it came to sex.
Only recently did I finally meet the man I liked and learn to enjoy the joy of being a woman.
But now, in this situation, in front of so many people, how could I feel pleasure?
"Are you going to keep rubbing your clitoris, Masumi?"
"Ah, no, no...I want to insert it...insert it with my fingers."
"Then hurry up and insert it for me."
"Okay...okay..."
Masumi placed her
index finger and thumb on her labia. Her labia were still closed, as if to say that she didn't want anyone else to see them except her beloved man
.
"Ah... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Yukihiro... I did this... Please, please don't hate me in the future."
Masumi whispered.
The first night she spent with Yukihiro was vividly recalled in her mind.
Guilt tormented Masumi.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Yukihiro cried out.
It was the sound of a man crying.
"Yukihiro... forgive me..."
Masumi, with the determination to die, parted her lips.
"Wait!"
Natsumoto stopped her. Masumi
breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let Yukihiro and the others see Masumi's pussy too, he seems really eager to see it."
"Ah!"
Masumi shook her head violently at Natsumoto's suggestion.
"Why? Masumi! You don't want to?"
"No, no..."
"You don't want to? Don't you want that bastard to see your pussy?"
"No, no..."
Natsumoto rushed over with a gun and then picked up Honda.
"That's good, they should see it too."
Honda didn't resist.
After seeing Masumi's naked body, he stared at her vulva like a hungry beast
.
"...Honda..."
Masumi realized for the first time that Honda was a man.
"This is a nice spot, isn't it? It's a special seat."
Natsumoto seated Honda next to three male customers.
Honda's gaze never left Masumi's crotch.
His eyes were no longer filled with anger;
they were now clouded by lust.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Natsumoto picked up Zaihong.
Yukihiro could only stare helplessly at Natsumoto.
"Wait…don't…don't bring Yukihiro here,"
Masumi's pleading voice echoed in the bank lobby.
Chapter Four: The Counter Becomes a Stage for Humiliation
Just as her fiancé, Nakajima Yukihiro, was brought over, Asou Masumi boldly crossed her legs.
She covered her breasts, sitting on the counter, trying to conceal her naked body.
"…Masumi!"
Looking at his fiancée, whose left ankle still had her underwear hanging on it, Yukihiro turned his head away.
Although she looked miserable, she was incredibly alluring.
"Hey! I told you not to call my woman that!"
Natsumoto yelled at Yukihiro.
"I-I'm sorry…"
Yukihiro sat weakly and obediently next to Honda.
His hands and feet were handcuffed, and his elbows and knees were bound with rope; he was truly powerless
.
"Ah, please... only if Yukihiro asks you to let him see, okay? Goro." Masumi
pleaded with the bank robber.
"Because he seems to really want to see, and he'll be very sad if he's the only one who won't let him."
Yukihiro didn't deny his words.
He just kept staring at the girl on the poster under the counter.
But he was definitely looking at Masumi's naked body.
Because he couldn't help but look.
Honda next door couldn't take his eyes off Masumi either.
The three customers sitting at the counter were the same.
Although they all knew they shouldn't look, they couldn't suppress their male instincts.
In this abnormal space, all the men's rationality was lost.
Perhaps this is also the instinct for human survival.
Because of the fear of being threatened with a gun, they focused all their nerves on the naked woman in front of them.
Just looking at Masumi's naked body, thinking about Masumi, made them feel at ease.
"What are you doing? Keep masturbating! Masumi!"
"Ah... yes, yes..."
When Masumi spread her legs again, all eyes were fixed on her lower abdomen between her thighs.
"Ah..."
she gasped shyly.
Spreading her legs, Masumi still used her right index finger and thumb to touch her labia, slowly parting
them.
Burning gazes were fixed on her crotch.
All the men were waiting to peek into the woman's secret garden.
"No!"
Masumi couldn't bear the men's gazes and stopped.
If her body hadn't reacted so intensely, she might have fainted.
Was this a blessing or a curse?
Masumi's body felt so soft.
Although she wasn't handcuffed, Masumi didn't even have the freedom to faint.
Having her private parts seen was a great humiliation.
But unbelievably, her moist body seemed to be under anesthesia.
It was terrifying.
Masumi was afraid her body wouldn't obey her.
"What's wrong? Masumi, there's no time. If you don't want to, I'll let Miki do it."
With that, Natsumoto picked up Nishizawa Miki and pulled off her skirt.
"Ah!"
The olive-colored skirt was pulled down to her feet in one go.
"No!"
Miki immediately pulled up her skirt to cover her body.
The general manager, the manager, the finance section chief, and the customer sitting directly opposite all turned their gazes to Miki's lower
body.
But her exposed lower body was quickly covered again.
The men felt embarrassed for staring at Miki's underwear and looked around.
But after a few seconds, their expectant gazes fell on Miki's vest, thinking that
her shirt would probably be torn soon.
As if responding to their expectations, Natsumoto reached out and grabbed the company emblem on Miki's vest.
"Ah, ah..."
I can't escape it.
Miki's big eyes were filled with tears as she tried her best to hold back.
"Please stop! Don't do this to her... I, I'll masturbate for you... Ah, my finger is inside."
Masumi spread her legs ninety degrees and rubbed her pubic area with her right hand.
If she hesitated even a little longer, Miki's clothes would be stripped off.
Thinking this to herself, Masumi suddenly parted her labia.
Her fresh, pale pink garden opened wide,
seemingly untouched by anyone.
The pristine pink was already moistened by overflowing love fluid.
"Ah, Masumi..."
"It's alright... I'm fine..."
Masumi forced a smile.
For the first time in her life, she felt that longing.
She began to caress the walls of her vagina with her slender fingers.
"Ah, ah..."
Waves of pleasure shot from her groin to her spine.
"Ah, ah, no..."
As if being sucked, Masumi's fingers plunged deep inside.
Although it wasn't Masumi's will, the sensitive flesh sucking her fingers into the walls was indeed a
part of Masumi's body.
It was Masumi who longed for fingers to enter her vagina.
Masumi raised her flushed face, her fingertips continuing to rub the walls.
"Ah, I can't take it anymore..."
In an instant, she raised her round buttocks.
"Ah, ahh...no, not there, please."
She rubbed her sensitive areas firmly with her fingers.
"Ah..."
Her love juices flowed continuously, making her feel like she had lost control of her bladder.
The audience, who were watching intently, could also hear the lewd sounds of her love juices.
Chida and the florist's son stared at Makoto's private parts, their mouths dry.
"Ah, ahh, I can't take it."
One finger wasn't enough for her.
Masumi murmured, her eyes half-closed.
"Do you want a bigger one, Masumi?" Natsumoto asked.
"Ah...no...no...but...ahhh, I can't take it...ahhh..."
Masumi looked at Natsumoto, her small, delicate lips trembling.
"I...can I...insert another one...inside?...Goro..." Masumi asked shyly.
Her face instantly transformed into that of a young girl.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Ahhh...please don't look at me."
She stroked the entrance to her vagina with her middle finger, slowly bringing it together with her index finger.
"Hoo ah, ahhhh, ahhh...hoo ah um!"
Her fingertips, like hooks, teased the sensitive flesh.
She then stroked her trembling nipples with her right hand, kneading them even more intensely.
"So...so good..."
Her whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, the pleasure even more intense than before.
"So, so comfortable... Ahh, so comfortable..."
Masumi inserted two fingers into her vaginal opening, and began kneading her nipples.
In the quiet bank, only the beautiful bank teller's panting could be heard.
"...Msumi... You, you..."
Aside from the men whose faces couldn't hide their excitement, only her fiancé, Yukihiro, had the most complex expression.
The Masumi naked before him now was completely different from the Masumi he knew from their bed.
"Ahh, ahh, why? Why is this happening... Ahh, I feel like I'm going crazy..."
"Why is this happening... I want to ask you that too... Masumi, you shouldn't be this kind of woman."
Masumi couldn't hear Yukihiro's whispers.
"Ahh... No, no... What should I do? What should I do? Goro."
Masumi looked at Natsumoto with alluring eyes, as if looking at her lover.
"Are you about to climax? Masumi!"
"Ah...climax? What do you mean..."
"I'm asking if you're about to climax?"
"No, no...no...Masumi isn't that kind of woman..."
Her two fingers continued to thrust in and out of her vagina.
The love juice seeping from her labia had already moistened the surrounding pubic hair.
"What's that? Masumi!"
As if seduced by the rich, sensual scent emanating from Masumi's naked body, Natsumoto leaned closer to the counter. As
soon as he brought his face close, Masumi closed her eyes, pouting her small mouth, waiting for him to kiss her.
"Masumi...Masumi..."
Yukihiro's expression changed drastically.
Why don't you refuse?
"Excuse me!"
Natsumoto grinned wickedly, taking Masumi's cherry lips.
Natsumoto's large mouth kissed the beauty's cherry lips.
Time seemed to stand still.
Everyone stared blankly at Aso Masumi's profile.
They all knew that her kiss with Natsumoto was Masumi's own will; she had not been ordered or forced.
Natsumoto caressed her breasts, kissing Masumi as he did so, and Masumi responded with her kisses.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Their lips met.
Masumi's profile radiated a beautiful glow.
Although she wasn't kissing the one she loved, Masumi looked incredibly beautiful.
Natsumoto then caressed her other breast.
Their lips remained met. "
Mmm, mmm...mmm!"
Masumi turned her head away in pain. "Ah, ah...ah..." 　　she moaned to Natsumoto. 　　It seemed they were in their own private world. 　　Her two slender fingers continued to thrust vigorously. 　　The sounds of her juices filled the air.
"You're about to come, aren't you 　　? Then come, Masumi, or do you want my cock?" 　　"No, I don't want to come...ah, I don't want to come..." 　　Although she shook her head and said no, she didn't stop. 　　She looked up at Natsumoto, begging for his kiss. 　　Natsumoto grinned wickedly, looking at her fiancé. 　　"No, no, Masumi!" Yukihiro cried out. 　　But Masumi ignored him. 　　"Come on, kiss me... ah, kiss me, Goro..." Masumi moaned softly, her lips half-open. 　　"Hehehe!" 　　Natsumoto responded to her plea. 　　"Ugh, ugh..." 　　Her sexy panting grew louder and louder. 　　And the sounds of their tongues entwining were constant. 　　"Stop, stop, Masumi!" 　　"Ah, I can't... I can't... I'm going to cum." 　　And so, Masumi let Natsumoto kiss her, holding her naked upper body, and 　　reached orgasm in front of her colleagues and clients. 　　The two fingers inserted into her vagina were contracted tightly. 　　Just as she felt the ultimate pleasure of orgasm, Masumi was in a daze. 　　Her sweat-drenched body seemed to float in the air. 　　Is this what an orgasm is? 　　She thought to herself. 　　Compared to that, the feeling Yukihiro taught her felt like a lie. 　　"You're so amazing, Masumi." 　　Natsumoto's voice pulled her back to reality. 　　She snapped out of her daze and found many familiar faces in front of her. 　　She was overwhelmed with shame. 　　"Ah, no, so embarrassing..." 　　Masumi curled up, her knees bent. 　　Chapter Five: The New Victim, the New Female Employee 　　"Are you satisfied now?" the general manager said. "Ms. Aso has satisfied your desires, you can 　　stop now! If you weren't here to rob the bank, but only targeting Ms. Aso, please stop here!" 　　"It's not over yet." 　　"I already know Ms. Aso is your girlfriend." 　　"Really?" 　　"The passionate kiss between you two just now is proof, everyone saw it clearly."

"Yeah, that's right! How could she possibly respond to me if she didn't want to!"
Natsumoto Goro looked at Yukihiro with a gleeful, defiant expression.
"You've already let her off the hook, haven't you? Don't let your beloved woman suffer any more humiliation." "That's true
."
Natsumoto grabbed Masumi's face, wanting to kiss her again.
"Ah...no, don't..."
Masumi reflexively closed her lips and turned her head away.
Natsumoto became furious at her reaction.
"What's wrong with you? Masumi! Don't kiss me!"
"No, no, I don't mean no...ah, kiss me...ah, Goro, come and kiss Masumi."
Finally, this thug started to waver, and she couldn't let the humiliation she had just suffered go to waste.
"Kiss me...kiss me, Goro." Masumi
pleaded desperately, leaning forward.
Because she didn't want to, her expression was completely different from before.
Although she appeared willing, her inner refusal was still evident on her face.
"People will question our relationship if you keep doing this, Masumi."
"Ah, I'm sorry... I just had an orgasm, and I'm so embarrassed... that's why I'm like this... I'm sorry,
Goro... please forgive me..."
Masumi wrapped her arms around Natsumoto's neck, her full, swaying breasts pressed against him, waiting for his kiss.
"I'm embarrassed... I'm the only one here naked... but I really want to kiss you...
Ah, Masumi really wants to kiss Goro."
She looked at Natsumoto with tender affection, pretending that she really wanted to kiss him, pretending that they were truly
in love.
"...Masumi!"
Yukihiro clenched his fists, suppressing his anger.
He knew Masumi was acting, but it didn't seem like it.
He knew Masumi only loved him, but he was beginning to waver.
Masumi felt Yukihiro's gaze, glanced at him, and then immediately took the initiative to kiss him.
"Mmm, mmm..."
Masumi kissed Natsumoto eagerly.
"Ah... Masumi..."
Yukihiro bit his lip in frustration.
Although he didn't want to admit it, his penis was already erect.
Masumi's current appearance excited him even more than the forced masturbation show he had just watched.
"Enough!"
The general manager's voice interrupted their kiss.
Sometimes, a kiss can make someone look more provocative.
"Ah, Masumi is... Goro's... woman... everyone knows... so please let them go."
"It can't just be a kiss. If you're my woman, they have to see it."
With that, Natsumoto pulled down his jeans, revealing his already hard penis.
Just as her chastity was threatened, Masumi noticed a gun.
The gun was at her feet.
If this continued, he would rape me.
He would insert his weapon into my body.
Yes!
That was a weapon.
I would be tortured to death by his weapon.
He would rape me in front of the general manager, the manager, Honda, Miki, Mr. Chida, and her fiancé Yukihiro
.
"Look, how is it? Zhenchun!"
Xia Ben showed Zhenchun his penis.
It was so deformed.
Zhenchun felt that the penis was completely different from Xinghong's, like some other kind of creature.
Such a big thing...
such an ugly thing...
to be inserted into my body in front of everyone...
"No!" Zhenchun screamed and picked up the gun.
"Zhenchun!" "
Don't come any closer! I'll shoot! If you dare come any closer, I'll shoot."
Zhenchun held the gun at Xia Ben, who had his arms outstretched.
Her hands were trembling.
"You bitch! How dare you point a gun at me."
Xia Ben roared and stretched out his right hand.
"No! I really will shoot!" "
Go ahead and shoot! You bitch!"
Xia Ben approached her step by step.
"No!"
She couldn't bring herself to do it.
Zhenchun simply couldn't shoot someone.
Xia Ben also climbed onto the counter.
"No, no, no..."
Zhenchun shook her head violently with the gun in her hand.
"Come and kiss me, come and kiss my dick."
Xia Ben pointed at his penis.
"Ah, please spare me...please spare me...don't...humiliate me anymore."
He grabbed Masumi's hand, the gun pointed downwards.
"Come here and kiss me, Masumi."
He kept touching Masumi's face with that deformed penis.
"Don't do this!"
Just then, someone shouted.
Miki ran over, snatched the gun from Masumi's hand, and pointed it at Natsumoto.
"Don't get in the way, Miki."
"I can shoot, I'll shoot."
Miki's face turned pale with tension, but you could feel her strong will.
"Try shooting, Miki."
"Miki, stop! Stop it now!"
"I won't stop!"
Miki had fired a gun before.
When she was in college, she and her friends had shot real guns at a shooting range in Guam.
She released the safety.
Natsumoto became afraid when he saw her do this.
"Stop!"
She pulled the trigger.
Thump!
"Ah!" The female bank employees screamed.
Whether it was luck or misfortune, she missed.
"How dare you shoot me!"
Natsumoto jumped down from the counter and grabbed Miki's hand.
"No! No, no!"
Miki struggled incessantly until she ran out of strength.
After snatching back the gun, Natsumoto slapped Miki across the face.
"Ah!"
The punch sent Miki flying.
"Take it off! You take it all off too!"
"Ah, hug me... come hug me! Come hug Masumi!"
Masumi hugged Natsumoto from behind.
"I'll fuck you. Of course, you're my woman, but before that, I have to teach her a lesson."
"What lesson?"
"I want her to be my bitch."
"B-b-dog..."
"That's right, bitch."
Natsumoto shook off Masumi's hands and grabbed Miki's breasts.
"Take it off!"
The gun was pointed at her cherry lips.
Miki shook her head slightly.
Natsumoto slapped her again.
With a slap, five finger marks were left on Miki's cheek.
"Take it off!"
"Okay, okay... I'll take it off... I'll take it off..."
Miki touched her slapped cheek and nodded tremblingly.
She took off her blood-stained vest and began unbuttoning her white shirt.
"No! You can't take it off, Miki!"
Shaking her large breasts, Masumi ran between the two of them.
"Shut up, Masumi!"
Natsumoto slapped Masumi across the face.
"Ah!"
Masumi's naked body fell to the ground, even her panties hanging on her left leg fell down.
"If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll seem to disregard me."
He unbuckled his jeans belt and ordered Masumi to crawl on all fours.
Masumi lay on her back, covering her breasts and private parts, and softly said, "Spare me."
"Lie down properly! Lie down properly, Masumi!"
Natsumoto picked up his belt and began to whip her.
It made a whistling sound.
"I'll take it off, please don't hit Masumi."
Miki unbuttoned her shirt.
She was wearing a demi-cup bra, which covered her breasts, which matched her beautiful face.
"Your breasts are quite big, Miki!" Natsumoto said happily.
"Ah..."
Miki blushed and took off her shirt.
After the threat of the gun was lifted, the hall was once again filled with a risqué atmosphere.
Miki could feel everyone's gaze, even though she didn't want to.
All the men were really shameless, their eyes fixed on the breasts of yet another new girl, Miki.
The general manager, the manager, the finance section chief, Chida, and even Yukihiro were no exception.
Although Masumi's already naked body was also tempting,
they were still very interested in the young girl who was about to be exposed to everyone.
No one stopped Miki from taking off her clothes.
Even if everyone knew that it would be useless to stop her, at least someone should speak up.
But not a single man did.
Everyone was waiting, waiting to see Nishizawa Miki's naked body.
Miki began to slowly take off her stockings.
"Ah...ah..."
She didn't expect that taking off her clothes in public would feel so uncomfortable and humiliating.
At this moment, Miki could understand the pain that Masumi had felt when she spread her legs and masturbated in front of everyone.
"Come on! Take off your bra!"
"Okay, okay..."
Although Miki reached behind her back, she still couldn't unhook it.
"No... please forgive her... Masumi is willing to bear Miki's suffering too..."
After saying this, Masumi lay down next to Miki, facing Natsumoto, her buttocks raised high.
This caused all the men's eyes to focus on Masumi again.
She lay naked on the ground, her high-raised buttocks were incredibly provocative.
At this moment, every man's lower body began to throb with pain. Just thinking about those tender white buttocks being
whipped by Natsumoto was unbearable for the men.
Everyone noticed this subtle change in the air.
Of course, even Masumi, Miki, the other female bank employees, and Natsumoto, who were being stared at, could feel it.
"I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have pointed the gun at you... Please hit me, hit me until you calm down."
"Masumi! No, no!"
Miki, wearing only a bra and panties, rushed over to protect Masumi.
"Get out of the way! Miki!"
Natsumoto roared, brandishing his belt.
"I'll take it off, I'll strip naked to apologize to you, please put the belt away." Miki said tearfully.
She trembled as she unhooked her bra, revealing her young and firm breasts.
"Pretty, aren't they!"
"Ah... please look... ah, please enjoy it..."
Miki raised her hands.
"Miki... I'm so sorry... I dragged you into this..."
"It's alright, Masumi. Miki's fine... it's nothing..."
Miki stood up, letting Natsumoto see her to his heart's content.
Tears streamed down her face, down to her collarbone and breasts.
Although she looked pitiful, the men were stunned, unable to look away from where they shouldn't be
.
"There's one more thing."
Xia Ben became the spokesperson for all the men.
All their eyes were urging her to take off her panties.
"Okay... I'll take them off right away..."
"No! You can't take this off, Miki!"
Masumi stood up to stop Miki from taking off her panties, then knelt down and shoved the bank robber's penis into her
mouth.
"Oh... Masumi..."
Having his penis in the mouth of the beautiful woman he had been longing for, Xia Ben couldn't help but groan.
His entire penis was submerged in the warm, sticky membrane.
"Mmm..."
This was the first time in Masumi's life that she had performed oral sex on a man; she had never even done it with her own fiancé
.
Although her fiancé had expressed such hopes, she had rejected them all.
Unexpectedly, the person Masumi was performing oral sex for the first time in her life was a bank robber.
Fate was truly playing cruel tricks.
Just looking at that deformed penis gave Masumi goosebumps all over, and now she
was licking it.
It was so big! She opened her mouth wide.
"What's wrong? Masumi! You're not a child, why are you doing this?"
Masumi, with the penis in her mouth, looked up, waiting for Natsumoto's instructions.
"Hey! Haven't you ever performed oral sex before?"
Masumi released the penis and nodded gently.
"Oh! Is that so? Because you're different from those women, right? I see, it's your first time!"
Natsumoto turned around happily, looking at the front row.
Yukihiro awkwardly looked away, like a defeated dog.
"Ah... Goro... please teach Masumi... how to serve you properly..."
"Is that so? Right!"
Natsumoto nodded with satisfaction, letting her continue sucking his penis.
"Yes, Goro!"
Masumi obediently grasped the base of his penis, licking it repeatedly with her tongue.
"Oh, so good... so good, Masumi."
Natsumoto twisted his waist, lost in ecstasy.
Now, it was Asou Masumi licking his erect penis.
Just thinking about it increased the pleasure in his penis.
With just a little stimulation, his penis would go numb.
This was what oral sex was.
This was real sex.
This was completely different from the feeling of those prostitutes, who would lick anyone's penis, but Masumi only
licked mine, she used her feelings...
"Lick here with your tongue."
Natsumoto pointed to his glans.
"This, here?"
Masumi opened her eyes, looking at the cleft of the glans, and obediently licked it gently with the tip of her tongue.
The penis reacted.
"Ah, take it in my mouth."
"Ah, how's this... Masumi, let me lick it for you..."
Masumi sucked on the entire penis with her mouth.
"Mmm... Oh, Masumi..."
"Ah, you can feel it, right... Masumi is so happy..."
The men who had been staring at them looked at each other in confusion.
Although they knew Masumi was acting, the men all felt that Masumi was genuinely enjoying it.
Could it be... Could it be... that she was really feeling pleasure?
"Mmm, that feels so good... You've really never done oral sex before?"
"Yeah... This is the first time I've licked such a great penis like Goro's... Ah, I'm really sorry about what happened just now... But I
will serve you with remorse."
Masumi licked the glans in a circular motion with her tongue.
"Oh, I can't take it anymore, take it in... take it in, Masumi."
"Ah, not yet... Let me lick it a little longer, Goro."
Masumi moaned as she licked Natsumoto's penis.
Kneeling on the ground, Masumi's whole body was filled with a strong feminine fragrance.
Despite her humiliation, she maintained her noble bearing.
In fact, her beauty shone even brighter in the presence of this vile man.
Miki and the other female bank employees stared in disbelief.
Only Yukihiro, his face filled with grief, didn't know where to look.
He had asked her several times, but Masumi had always refused.
Yet now, she was licking the bank robber's penis.
Although it was her first time performing oral sex, she seemed quite skilled.
Perhaps it was instinct.
A woman's instinct.
But Masumi couldn't be that kind of woman!
When Masumi refused to perform oral sex on him, he comforted himself, because Masumi was a noble and pure woman.
He forced himself to endure it.
But now…
"Take it in, Masumi."
"Ah, no… I want to lick more… Masumi wants to leave…
lots and lots of Masumi's saliva on Goro… such a wonderful penis…" Masumi said, trembling slightly.
From some point, her right hand, which was gripping the base of the penis, also began to move.
"That's enough, let go, Masumi."
Feeling he was about to ejaculate, Natsumoto pushed Masumi away.
"Ah!"
After falling to the ground, Masumi immediately got up.
"Ah, Goro..."
Just as Masumi tried to get closer to lick, Natsumoto ejaculated.
"Oh!"
Natsumoto made a sound.
"Ah, mmm..."
Masumi didn't even have time to close her eyes, let alone turn her face away; semen covered her entire face.
Her long eyelashes, eyelids, nose, and lips were all covered in a large amount of semen.
"Masumi..."
"Ah... thank you... Masumi is so happy... you ejaculated so much... on Masumi's face... Masumi is so happy
..."
Masumi didn't wipe the semen off her face.
Semen dripped from her eyelids, cheeks, and lips.
It dripped from her jaw down her throat, all the way to her full breasts.
"Masumi!"
Miki ran over and wiped Masumi's face with her hands.
"That's enough... isn't it..." Yukihiro said angrily, "You're satisfied now... let me go... let this all end
..."
"Is that so? Everyone wants it to end?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Miki isn't naked yet, and Masumi and I haven't had sex yet, have we?"
"Sex... having sex... how can you let others see that..."
"Is that so? But everyone's really looking forward to it! Everyone's thinking, hurry up and do it! Hurry up and spank Masumi's
ass with the belt! Hurry up and make her lie down and do it to her! I know that's what everyone's thinking."
"W-you're talking nonsense..."
Yukihiro's denial grew softer and softer.
"General Manager! What do you think? Not only Masumi, but you also want to see another cute subordinate's
naked body, right? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
The general manager, though wanting to tell him to stop, couldn't bring herself to say it.
Miki looked at the silent general manager.
Her hands were sticky with semen.
"What about you? You're also interested in how Masumi moanes during sex, aren't you?"
Natsumoto asked Sakuma, the head of the financing section, pointing a gun at him.
Sakuma shook his head.
But his eyes weren't on Natsumoto; they were on the naked Masumi and Miki, who was only wearing underwear. "
And what about you?"
he asked the customer, Chida.
Chida didn't deny it.
He just stared at Masumi and Miki with his red eyes.

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