OL Misaki's Resume 2

Chapter 2: Secret
1
Misa followed several customers into the Kinney Shinjuku store.
"Three thousand three hundred yen for two people,"
Yusuke said, his bow tie framing his face as he stood by the counter. Misa recognized Yusuke from a few days ago, who had been hiding a bookstore like a madman, and found it amusing.
Misa followed the four male customers past the counter, but a tall man blocked her view, so Yusuke didn't notice her.
The four men went into the booths, leaving only the bar seats.
"Is the bar seat over there okay? Unfortunately, all the other seats are full,"
the waiter said, pointing to the bar that could seat a dozen people.
"I'm not waiting for anyone, so it's fine. Besides, I'm the manager's cousin, Yusuke's… oh… I should call him Mr. Yokase here."
The cousin relationship was a last-minute thought; she wondered what kind of expression Yusuke would make upon hearing it.
Each customer drinking coffee alone at the bar had an empty seat next to them.
Misa sat at the very end, next to a middle-aged man in a dark blue jacket.
"Shall I sit down?"
"What?"
"Your companion will be here, won't they?"
This man, who wasn't wearing a tie and didn't look like an office worker, seemed concerned that Misa was waiting for a friend.
"No, I'm alone."
Misa was only thinking about what Yusuke's expression would be, and didn't really look at the man's face.
After the waiter whispered something in Yusuke's ear, he looked at Misa.
When their eyes met, Misa could tell that Yusuke seemed confused.
Yusuke brought over the coffee.
"Welcome!"
Seeing Yusuke's serious expression, Misa wanted to joke with him.
"Do you have to talk to your cousin like that in the shop? Is that why you won't let me come in? In that case, I'll still come often."
Misa gave Yusuke a wink, making sure no other customers or waiters saw.
"Could you bring the cake now?"
"Sure! Give me the best cake."
Yusuke was still serious, but Misa realized that this time he was doing it on purpose.
I ran into Iwatsuki in the hallway earlier today and asked her to go for a drink, saying it would be late tonight. Misa immediately declined, saying she had plans with friends.
I had originally planned to confront Iwatsuki about his deception, but when we actually met, I pretended to be oblivious.
Iwatsuki might not be considering divorcing his wife, but he also doesn't want to break up with Misa. He's currently unaware that Misa's heart has already left him.
Misa wants to use this method to convince herself that she's in a more advantageous position than Iwatsuki. Misa doesn't want to admit she's been deceived by this cunning man; her pride prevents her from thinking that way. Therefore, she plans to retaliate by refusing Iwatsuki's advances, and having a relationship with Yusuke, who is 22 years younger than him, is also part of her revenge.
The waiter brought a cake decorated with pink roses.
One bite, and the aroma of roses filled my mouth; it was a very elegant sweetness. This was the first time I'd seen a cake like this; it might be the new product Yusuke had mentioned a few days ago.
"Is it good?"
The middle-aged man sitting next to her smiled kindly. "I sometimes crave sweets. But as a man, I feel embarrassed to order cake in a shop like this. Actually, I come here for coffee every day." "In that case, I'll get it for you."
He was very considerate and wanted to offer Misa a seat. Misa accepted it as a gesture of goodwill.
"Then let's try it."
The man introduced himself as Kozo Sahara.
*** Yusuke, although the manager, worked the early shift.
He arrived at the coffee shop where he was meeting Misa at nine o'clock.
"Shall we go there for lunch now?"
"You startled me, a cousin suddenly appeared there."
Yusuke didn't sit down or answer Misa's question, and immediately picked up the bill.
In the elevator, Yusuke immediately hugged Misa tightly and kissed her, making Misa almost unable to breathe.
Yusuke's hand even slipped inside her skirt.
Surprised by his impatient manner, Misa was also afraid of being seen and desperately tried to push Yusuke's hand away.
"What does it matter?"
"You're too impatient."
"It's already like this."
Yusuke pulled Misa's hand to her pants.
"See?"
"You're so bad."
The elevator doors opened, and after entering the room, Yusuke, like a hungry beast, greedily kissed Misa.
His hand slipped inside her skirt, caressing her vulva through her panties.
"Mmm..."
Compared to the forty-seven-year-old Iwatsuki, the impatient Yusuke was completely different in energy, his beastly nature fully exposed as he pounced on Misa.
If she wanted to forget Iwatsuki, being with a man like this might achieve her goal.
Although she didn't like dating several men at the same time, Misa was thinking of Iwatsuki at this moment. To make Iwatsuki regret it, she wanted Yusuke to be obsessed, and she herself hoped to be just as obsessed.
In a passive position, Misa responded to Yusuke's caresses, sticking her tongue into his mouth, greedily sucking his saliva.
Yusuke, who had been caressing her labia through her panties, was suddenly attacked, and his fingers stopped moving. Misa unbuckled Yusuke's belt, and his penis swelled even more inside his panties.
Yusuke immediately took the initiative, inserting his fingers into the crevice of her panties.
"Oh..."
Misa's hand stopped moving.
"Don't get it dirty..."
"That's your own vaginal fluid."
Yusuke continued trying to insert his fingers.
"Oh... don't do that..."
"What do you want? To touch my vulva directly, or to insert my penis?"
Yusuke's lewd tone instantly cooled Misa's passion. Iwatsuki occasionally said lewd things, but his tone was completely different, perhaps due to different upbringing.
Disgusted by Yusuke's words, Misa pushed his chest hard.
"We're going back."
"Am I deaf? Did you say we were going back?" "
I did."
"Why all of a sudden..."
"I don't like lewdness."
"Don't pretend to be elegant! What's the difference between lewd and vulgar when it comes to sex? Don't you want my penis inside your vagina, to do something very comfortable?"
Yusuke's expression was completely different from his attitude at work, like a wild beast.
Despite her affair with Iwatsuki, Misa still regretted coming to the hotel with Yusuke.
Originally, in return for Yusuke's cake and coffee, they planned to have a light meal together. However, at the coffee shop where they were supposed to meet, they didn't even have a cup of coffee. Instead, they bought sushi and bento boxes and went straight to the hotel.
Why did she feel that Yusuke was lewd before even entering the hotel? Why did she go to a place like this with him?
First of all, she felt she shouldn't have gone to Yusuke's place.
"Like last time, go all out."
Yusuke ignored Misa's feelings and pushed her down onto the bed.
"No!"
Misa resisted. Last time she was drunk, and when she woke up, she had a desire for revenge against Iwatsuki, and she had developed some feelings for Yusuke. But now she only felt disgust.
"I thought you were a better man as the manager, but I didn't expect you to be like this."
Misa said angrily and pushed Yusuke's chest away forcefully.
"Do you think that business management manager who has a wife but is dating you is better? You said it's like fraud. I'm very satisfied with you and want to have sex with you. Isn't that simple? You also came here because you want to have sex. Isn't that good?"
She probably said things she shouldn't have while she was drunk. Since drinking at the university student council, she had never drunk to the point of losing consciousness. This was the first time she had done so.
Seeing Misa's gritted teeth, Yusuke said embarrassedly, "Misa... don't make that face. I've really fallen in love with you, let's make up."
Misa, who had initially thought him annoyed, felt a sense of relief hearing his tender words.
Yusuke took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. His erection vibrated as if it wanted Misa, secretions seeping from its tip.
Misa turned her gaze from Yusuke's penis to the mirror reflecting her body.
Beautifully shaped breasts, a flat stomach, and a plump, round bottom protruding from her slender waist.
The thought of giving her the best years of her life to Iwatsuki filled her with regret and impatience. Now, recalling the men who had proposed to her, she couldn't help but feel remorse.
"What a narcissist,"
Yusuke said, grabbing Misa's breasts from behind as she sat sideways, a smug smile on his face.
He kneaded her breasts while lightly kissing her smooth back. His hard penis rubbed against Misa's waist with the movement of his lips.
As Yusuke began to pinch her nipples, Misa sighed softly, a ticklish sensation spreading from her nipples throughout her body, feeling herself overflowing with nectar.
Yusuke's lips gradually moved downwards, and his hand, which had left her nipples, suddenly pulled up Misa's slender waist.
"Oh..."
Her body was about to collapse when Misa reflexively put her hands on the ground. In an instant, she was in a doggy-style position.
Yusuke's breathing became rapid.
Her genitals, surrounded by more pubic hair than usual, gleamed with a moist sheen. Like a juvenile fish stuck to the glass of a fish tank, it exposed its pink mucus, shamelessly tempting the male.
The two petals, glistening with moisture, had a subtle difference in size, but as expected of a lewd flower, they possessed a wanton and beautiful shape.
The clitoris, wearing a slender cap, gleamed like pearls, its top slightly exposed. Silver nectar overflowing from the opening moistened her perineum.
The garden seen from behind looked incredibly lewd. Yusuke's penis vibrated like it was pounding on his stomach.
Yusuke stuck out his tongue and licked from the clitoris towards the anus.
"Ugh!"
Misa's smooth back arched, and her head tilted back. Seeing Misa's panting face in the mirror, Yusuke's breathing quickened, and his desire intensified.
As Misa sat down, Yusuke immediately pulled her up.
"No!"
The sexiness was too intense, and she felt humiliated. If she were truly aroused, she wouldn't care about the shameless position, but this was only the second time with Yusuke, and she couldn't completely open her heart.
Just as Misa tried to sit down again, Yusuke inserted his index and middle fingers all the way into her vagina.
"Ugh..."
Her buttocks stopped halfway down.
"If you move, I'll start stirring. Lift it up a bit, your pussy is already very hot, which means your vagina wants to be dry, so stop lying. Say you want it in."
"No... Oh..."
"It's already wet, if you move, I'll have to put my fingers in your ass."
"Pervert... Pervert..."
"Do you want it in?"
"I'll never forgive you if you do."
Misa felt even more humiliated that her anus, which is an excretory organ, was also seen.
"It looks especially sexy from behind, it's really great."
Yusuke stirred his two fingers inside her pussy, making a lewd, squelching sound.
"No..."
Being seen in her genitals by a man younger than herself, and thinking about being touched and wet, she couldn't stay in this position any longer.
"Let me use my mouth on you."
To get out of this position, Misa was willing to let Yusuke suck her mouth.
"You seem to like oral sex."
Yusuke simply expressed his happiness and pulled his fingers out of her pussy.
"See? Your fingers are all soaked and steaming."
Yusuke held up two fingers to Misa.
Indeed, Yusuke's fingers looked a little pale and were sticky and shiny. Misa felt her body was telling the truth, but at the same time, she felt ashamed and broke out in a sweat.
"Let's do the 96 position."
Yusuke pushed Misa down, straddled her face, and forcibly shoved his penis into her mouth before leaning forward.
With his penis stuffed in her mouth and pressing against her throat, Misa, pinned down, couldn't caress it.
Yusuke's tongue lightly licked the edge of her vulva.
"Mmm..."
Honey-like fluid overflowed from Misa's vulva again.
2
"Let's go eat something good tomorrow. It's been half a month since last time, and you don't seem very happy."
After being rejected by Misa three times in a row, Iwatsuki couldn't wait to call and ask Misa out.
He probably thought that as long as he asked her out, Misa would definitely agree, but that wouldn't be possible in the future. Misa planned to make Iwatsuki impatient and then ask him to break up.
"Japanese food or French cuisine, your choice."
"Not tomorrow."
"But you haven't been able to lately."
"Because I started learning something."
"What are you learning?"
"We'll talk about it later. I'm busy now, goodbye!"
Misa unilaterally hung up the phone. In the past, it was Iwatsuki who finished speaking and Misa kept rambling on.
The aroma of coffee wafted from the room.
It was Yusuke's freshly ground "Ginny's" signature coffee. Misa didn't want to talk to Iwatsuki for too long on the phone and ruin the original flavor of the coffee.
*** The shop manager, who seemed like a well-bred man at the shop, turned into an impolite and lewd man when alone with Misa.
But gradually, sleeping with this rude Yusuke became more and more interesting. Misa began to think that Yusuke was deliberately rough because he was a year younger than her, afraid of being looked down upon by her.
Although rough, he sometimes showed a gentle side. Misa thought that being younger wasn't so bad and decided to date Yusuke for the time being. Being a 26-year-old single aristocrat without a man was too cruel.
Going to Yusuke's "Ginny" has become a daily routine. She sits at the bar as Yusuke's cousin, drinks a cup or two of coffee, and then leaves. On her
first day at Ginny, she chatted with Kozo Sahara, who didn't seem like an office worker, and they often met there afterward. Sahara mostly sat at the bar; she later learned he was a 52-year-old translator.
"I can't concentrate without coffee here."
"You should come here during your free time. It's too noisy after dusk; it's not the right time for coffee."
"This place is often full. I came at noon today; sometimes I come three times. I can see you again soon, so this time is best."
"Oh, is she like your married daughter?"
"I seem to only look like a father; old age is truly sad."
Sahara deliberately feigned disappointment.
"Never mind that, your cousin works in a very good place; he's now the manager, which means he'll be taking on an important role at headquarters. It's said that Ginny expands its business every year; he's a valuable asset." "
This…is that true?"
Hearing that Yusuke was a valuable asset, she was naturally delighted. When they were alone, Yusuke would deliberately say lewd things, trying to be a vulgar man, but he couldn't hide his kind side; he was probably just particularly shy. In Sahara's eyes, Yusuke was polite and capable.
It was Friday, and Misa had secretly booked a hotel room for Yusuke. Hotels were nice; sometimes she wanted to go
to hotels where she could come and go as she pleased. After sleeping together, having a fragrant cup of coffee outside would be nice, and taking a walk in the breeze would be nice too.
Misa glanced casually at Yusuke, who was greeting customers at the counter, as a woman in a miniskirt and leather shoes entered. She had short hair and looked quite pretty.
The woman spoke to Yusuke, and he replied. The woman made an angry face, looking around the shop, and then sat down at a two-seater table not far from Misa.
"You're on the early shift, right? I'll wait for you."
"I told you, I have important business at headquarters tonight."
Their voices were very soft, and with the other customers talking, it was difficult to hear clearly. Misa listened carefully and managed to make out the content of their conversation.
"Not going to headquarters, but meeting up with Misa Yuuki, right?"
Yusuke feigned confusion. Misa was also embarrassed by the woman mentioning her name.
Sahara, seemingly uninterested in Yusuke and the woman, idly flipped through the books he'd brought or drank coffee.
"Misa, how about we grab a bite to eat now? It's nice to have a man who's like a father figure once in a while. Of course, we'll have to see if you're free."
"Did you ask me out? Well, I'd like to go for drinks."
"Okay, let's go now."
Sahara also picked up Misa's bill.
As Misa stood up, her eyes met Yusuke's, who was talking to the woman. Misa gave Yusuke a cold look, while Yusuke seemed anxious.
"The usual place tonight..."
Yusuke whispered to Misa, who was following behind Sahara.
"That woman's here, isn't she? Let it go."
Disappointed with Iwatsuki after three years of dating, Misa didn't want to compete with the girl who was seeing Yusuke. Women fighting each other was pointless; in the end, it would depend on whether Iwatsuki or Yusuke chose to be with her. But she couldn't stand either Iwatsuki or Yusuke.
She had some lingering affection for Yusuke's wildness, but didn't want to be a pathetic woman.
Misa wanted to be a woman with self-respect.
"Tonight might be a beautiful night. I never expected to be alone with you outside of Ginny."
Seemingly unaware of Misa's thoughts, Sahara touched her gray hair and smiled.
"Did you hear that?"
"Huh? What?"
"The manager was talking to that woman."
"Men get into trouble when they date women like that. You seem to never show your weakness in front of others. That's the best kind of woman. This is the first time I've seen you and him; you're not cousins at all."
Misa wasn't happy about the praise; instead, she felt unhappy. She also felt uncomfortable about realizing they weren't cousins.
She wanted to vent her frustration on Sahara, who seemed more composed than Iwatsuki. Despite his gentlemanly demeanor, once the mask is removed, Sahara is just an ordinary person.
Misa directs the anger Yusuke inflicted on her towards Sahara.
"Mr. Sahara, I don't want to drink in a crowded place tonight. I've booked a room at a hotel; would you like to drink there?"
"Drink where you want to drink."
Sahara doesn't ask Misa why she booked a hotel room.
"Don't you feel awkward hearing me book a hotel room?"
"No. I live nearby, but I sometimes stay in hotels. A change of scenery makes work go more smoothly."
Entering the hotel room and seeing the double bed, Sahara still doesn't say anything.
He asks the front desk for a bottle of brandy, fruit, and pickled meat.
Misa imagines that she and Yusuke will be drinking from here, watching the neon lights, and decides not to go to Ginny anymore.
"You understand the significance of a double bed, right?"
"Yes, a single bed is too cramped. It's better to sleep alone in a double. Cheers to our acquaintance."
Sahara seems indifferent to everything, but when that moment comes, he'll definitely reveal his true nature and become a beast.
Because Sahara was pretending to be a gentleman, Misa especially wanted to seduce him. She wanted to scoff at him when he became an ordinary man.
Tonight, Misa planned to vent her distrust of men entirely on the man beside her.
"Where's your wife?"
"It's irrelevant here. The marinated meat is delicious. I come to this bar often, and I always order marinated meat. I sit at the bar no matter where I go."
"Is this to emphasize that you're always alone?"
"You tonight?"
Sahara, holding a wine glass, said with a smile, "You're especially cute when you're being moody. Of course, you're also nice when you're quietly drinking coffee with Ginny."
"I'm not being moody. Why would I need to be? Drinking like this doesn't seem relaxing enough. Can I shower and change? If you think I'm a rude woman, you can leave." "
This is your room, it's your freedom. I'll drink here slowly."
Misa wished she could immediately remove Sahara's mask. Thinking this, she filled the bathtub with water and lay down in it. Sahara didn't come in.
Seeing that Sahara remained unmoved, Misa grew impatient. She tied her hair up in a bun, deliberately leaving a few strands between her forehead and hairline.
She wore only a high-cut pair of briefs, draped in a hotel bathrobe, intentionally revealing her cleavage, and lightly applied lipstick.
"I'm sorry, I look a little rude like this."
Misa picked up her wine glass, not sitting in the wicker chair, but instead sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You tend to take long showers. Are you feeling relaxed now? Women who have just showered are always sexy, and you're even more so. Your high-swept hair suits you well; it would probably suit a kimono perfectly. Don't you wear kimonos?" "I
probably only wear them to weddings."
To let him see her thighs, Misa deliberately crossed her legs.
"I really want to see you in a kimono. I work as a translator and I also like Japanese style."
Sahara didn't glance at her thighs, only looking into Misa's eyes.
Misa felt agitated by Sahara's composure.
"Are you looking down on me?"
"What's wrong with you?"
Sahara smiled at Misa's harsh tone. Misa found Sahara's smile unbearable.
"You're laughing at me for being a frivolous woman."
"I've never thought about that kind of thing. You're upset about him, aren't you? As you get older, you understand many things. He seems to have really fallen in love with you, and it looks like he wants to break up with that woman who came to the shop to see him."
"Men are all animals. It's just that males want to have sex with females, don't they?"
Misa gave Sahara a seductive look.
"Yes, men are indeed animals, but they also have desires, not just any woman. Because you are an extraordinary woman, all the men around you want to possess you! Isn't that the greatest happiness?"
"Are you the same?"
Misa downed the remaining brandy in her glass in one gulp. Just like when she met Yusuke, she'd let Sahara achieve his goal while he was drunk.
"Do you want someone to hug you?"
Sahara didn't mean she wanted to, but rather asked Misa if she wanted to. Misa fell silent for a moment.
She wanted him to completely play with her, but if she said yes, she would lose, and Misa didn't want to lose to any man right now.
"I want to drink tonight, so I invited you here." "
Okay! Drink up, your legs are very sexy, it's best not to get married."
"Do legs have anything to do with marriage?"
"No! Legs and marriage are two different things."
Sahara wasn't tempted by Misa and left the room at exactly midnight.
Misa had never seduced a man like she did tonight, acting like a prostitute out of self-abandon, but she felt resentful towards Sahara, who always maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.
The brandy made Misa's body hot, and lying on the double bed, she naturally reached for her garden.
Her hand went into her panties, her fingers sliding into the soft crevice, the petals wet and sticky, she gently stroked the petals while starting to rub them.
"Ah..."
As she moved her fingers, her uterus immediately began to itch, bringing back the sensation of when Iwazuki or Yusuke licked her clitoris with their tongues.
"I'll never be with you again... Oh... I'll find you some really good men... Oh..."
Misa thought fiercely, wanting to make you regret abandoning her.
She rubbed her clitoris with her right finger while inserting her left middle finger into her vagina.
"Ah..."
Her vagina was boiling!
Compared to a man's penis, a woman's fingers are thin and short. Misa imagined filling her vagina with something thick and large, so she rotated her fingers inside, then thrust them in and out while rubbing her clitoris.
If she hadn't rubbed her clitoris harder, she probably wouldn't have reached orgasm so quickly. She didn't want to ascend to heaven in just a few minutes; she rarely felt such lewdness.
She threw off the blanket, took off her panties, lifted her upper body, spread her legs as wide as possible, and used her fingers to separate her labia. She took out a mirror from her purse.
Pink organs on the black edges shone beautifully. The urethral opening inside the labia was almost melting, overflowing with sticky nectar.
Misa leaned against the headboard, placing a pillow between her legs and a small mirror on it, so she could see her vulva and move her hands.
She took out lipstick or nail polish from her purse and placed it on her thighs, her excitement rising.
Misa had never used sex toys designed for adults. Even without them, men could satisfy her, and she had never thought of using them for masturbation. A few times, like tonight, when she was drunk and sleeping alone, she had used small items around her for self-pleasure.
Misa picked up the lipstick in its silver container and pressed it against her vulva.
"Oh…"
The cool container made her body tense, stimulating her uterus and producing a different kind of pleasure than when she played with her fingers. She used the cylindrical container instead of her fingers to play with her vulva.
"Ah…"
She involuntarily twisted her hips, seeing the silvery nectar reflecting light as it flowed from her opening in the mirror.
"No…no…don't do this…"
Misa imagined herself being played with by a man, turning the lipstick container. Just as she was about to become wet, she stopped.
Prolonging the time until orgasm, her body temperature warmed the container, making it indistinguishable from a finger. Misa picked up a small nail polish bottle and pressed the bottom against her engorged clitoris, which was swollen with blood from excitement.
"Ah..."
Misa couldn't help but moan as the cool, broken glass bottle stimulated her most sensitive spot, her breasts swaying.
Misa inserted the lipstick into her overflowing vagina. The finger-sized container slid in easily.
As she rubbed the clitoris with the nail polish bottle, the lipstick was squeezed out by the pressure inside the vagina.
"No... don't do this..."
She inserted the lipstick again, rubbing the clitoris with the bottom of the bottle. Her petals swelled, and her genitals glistened with moisture.
"Ah... no... I'm going to cum... stop..."
In Misa's mind, the man who had committed lewd acts against her had somehow transformed into Sahara.
Misa thought she was deliberately acting lewd to seduce him, trying to keep it just the two of them together, but Sahara still didn't touch a hair on her head. On the contrary, she felt like she was being played by Sahara.
"Ah...please spare me."
Misa couldn't delay reaching orgasm any longer, so she vigorously rubbed her clitoris.
"Oh...uh..."
A strong pleasure surged from her uterus, Misa spasmed incessantly, her vagina contracting, immediately squeezing out her lipstick.
Soon after, Misa drifted off to sleep.
3.
Alcohol and masturbation made her body languid. Misa checked out around ten o'clock.
"Here's your letter."
Taking the hotel envelope, Misa assumed it was from Yusuke, but he didn't know Misa lived here.
Good morning! How were you when you woke up? Hopefully no hangover.
How about dinner tonight? I'll be waiting for you at the bar on the top floor of this hotel at six o'clock.
When Sahara Kozo returned home, there were messages from Iwazuki and Yusuke on the answering machine. Yusuke called several times, but Misa only listened to half of them before stopping.
After 6:38, Misa arrived at the hotel bar, deliberately thirty minutes late.
Just like drinking coffee at Ginny, Sahara sat at the bar, drinking whiskey diluted with water.
Seeing Sahara's smile, Misa recalled her shameless seduction of him last night and felt embarrassed.
"Would you like some brandy?"
"Whiskey with water, please make it light."
Misa didn't dare look directly at Sahara, keeping her eyes fixed on the bartender who brought the damp towel.
Sahara had indeed booked a room.
It was different from the room Misa had stayed in until this morning. Usually, you'd see the bed as soon as you opened the door, but here it was a spacious living room with a sofa and coffee table.
"This is a really nice room. I've stayed at this hotel a few times, but this is the first time I've had a room like this."
"I booked a suite because it's you."
Misa felt a surge of itch at the thought of Sahara taking action tonight.
"This is my room tonight."
"Do you have to emphasize that it's your own room?"
"Yes."
"Does 'it's your own room' mean you can use it however you want?"
"No, but it would be best if it were."
"If that's the case, why not do it?"
Since her disappointment with Iwatsuki, Misa's mood had been low. Especially after seeing Yusuke's woman. Even if Yusuke loved her, that's probably the case.
Now, Misa felt impatient with Sahara, who had booked a suite and was acting this way.
"If you agree, I hope you can do as I say."
"Men and women only need to do one thing: don't make things so complicated. Do whatever you want. You booked such a beautiful room, you're not just here to drink, are you?"
Sahara, with his gentle appearance, was probably thinking about things similar to other men. Misa didn't think the prelude was important.
"You look amazing after your shower. Surprisingly sexy. Can you dress the same as yesterday after your shower?" Sahara brought over a hotel robe.
"I must wear underwear."
Misa replied to Sahara's smiling face, thinking she'd be undressing soon anyway.
After showering, Misa came out of the bathroom, making sure to wash her genitals, put on black high-slit panties, draped a robe over her shoulders, and went into the bedroom where Sahara was waiting.
The bedroom, about five tsubo (approximately 13 square meters), was completely different from Misa's room, from the bed to the lighting.
It looked luxurious.
"You look even better after your shower."
Sahara had Misa sit on the bed. From the direction of the table, the rattan chair Sahara was sitting in was quite large.
Last night, Misa's hair was styled in a hairpin after her shower, but tonight it was down. She stared at Sahara with a competitive gaze, a challenging one.
The collar of her robe was tight, unlike her sexy look last night.
"The first time I saw you, I wanted to uncover everything you had hidden inside. I was so excited I almost trembled."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"You've already agreed, and as the owner of this room, let me do what I want. Sit sideways with your back to this side."
Misa thought it was simple, so she sat sideways as instructed.
Just as Misa turned her body, Sahara took out a red rope that he had hidden under the bed.
"Put your hands behind your back, okay?"
Misa put the backs of her hands on her buttocks.
"No, it's like this."
Sahara grabbed Misa's hands and quickly tied them up.
"Ah! No!"
Misa struggled with all her might, but it was already tied up, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
"I won't do anything to hurt you. I just want to see you beautifully bound."
Misa's chest heaved, her body burning with fear and anxiety.
With an angry, tearful expression, a few strands of hair stuck to her skin with sweat.
When she put her hands behind her back, the neckline of her bathrobe opened a little, and with the struggle, her breasts were almost completely exposed.
"To think you can so freely manipulate others is despicable. And what's the point of doing this?"
Misa shrank her shoulders, trying to hide her breasts that were about to be fully exposed, and squeezed her thighs together in resistance.
"A bound woman is beautiful. I just wanted to see you bound. I told you, I won't do anything. No, I should say I can't. This is a side effect of the traffic accident; I can't get an erection anymore, so you can rest assured. Speaking of which, this kind of man is useless."
Misa felt her whole body relax, and the tension from before disappeared. Hearing him say this, she finally understood Sahara's attitude yesterday.
Was he afraid that Misa would leave if he said that there could be no sexual intercourse? That's why he tied Misa up. Sahara was too pitiful. Misa, who was originally anxious and angry, forgave Sahara's actions in her heart.
"Although I can't do that, I can comfort your mature and passionate body like Ginny's manager, or even better than him."
Sahara gently lifted Misa's chin with his palm and continued, "It's Saturday, and I've decided not to let you leave here until tomorrow. You came here yourself; it's too late to regret it now."
Sahara also began kissing Misa's red lips.
Sahara rubbed his tongue against Misa's lips, and even this caused a tickling sensation in Misa's lower abdomen. As Sahara moved his tongue into her mouth, Misa remained passive.
The unnatural feeling of being caressed while bound caused Misa to experience sensations different from usual. If she were bound and treated roughly, she might have resisted desperately, but now, showing sympathy for the impotent Sahara, Misa obediently accepted his caresses.
Sahara didn't have the impatience of Yusuke, nor was he like Iwazuki; he seemed to have forgotten about other parts of her body, focusing only on one area.
"Mmm..."
Misa let out a hot moan from her nostrils, unable to
contain her desire. The fire within her body longed to burst forth, but it lacked just a little strength, unable to ignite... Every time Sahara's tongue moved, the unbearable itching spread to Misa's hands and feet.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Saliva overflowed from her mouth, which Sahara sucked and swallowed, and Misa's flower bud also overflowed with honey-like fluid, just like the saliva in her mouth.
Misa could no longer remain passive. To relieve the itching in her body, Misa began to entwine her tongue with Sahara's tongue, also sucking on the sweet saliva.
Sahara's hand grasped Misa's breasts from under her robe, the movements as slow as when they kissed, the caresses occasionally pausing, but only Sahara's tongue continued to move.
Misa seemed to want to caress her breasts forcefully, thrusting her chest forward and pressing it against Sahara's chest.
Even so, Sahara's caresses did not change their rhythm at all.
With her hands bound, Misa felt anxious. If she weren't bound, she might have clung to Sahara's back, her nails digging into his flesh.
Misa shook her head forcefully, trying to get her mouth away from Sahara.
"Untie me! I won't run away... so untie me quickly."
"Is that so? You'll definitely want to run away soon, but I didn't tie you up to prevent you from running away. Perhaps you don't understand, but my hobby is dressing women up beautifully. The first time I saw you, I couldn't help but want to tie you up. Ropes are like clothes to make women beautiful. I want to dress you up in beautiful clothes and then cherish you properly." Misa,
who only had normal sexual experience, had no idea what Sahara meant!
"I hate that, untie me!"
"You don't hate it, do you? I can already hear the sound of your juices flowing out. Tying you up like this will make your body even more itchy!"
Sahara pulled Misa into his arms, his hand slipping under the hem of her robe.
"Ah..."
Taking advantage of Misa's inattention, Sahara's hand reached under her panties, his fingertips touching her vulva.
"It's already soaking wet."
"No..."
Misa felt embarrassed, twisting her hips to try and get rid of Sahara's fingers, not because it was his first time, but because she had a strong desire. However, Sahara remained calm, making Misa feel deeply ashamed.
Bound, she couldn't be on equal footing; Misa felt like a female leopard that had lost its sharpness.
"Didn't I give you pleasure? This is just the beginning. I want you to experience greater pleasure than any man has ever given you before. So I want you to be with me, to abandon your pride. Only by abandoning your pride can you enjoy true joy. I want you to know what true joy is. Are you thinking, what can an impotent man do?"
Like caressing breasts, Sahara's fingers, stroking through her panties, made Misa feel impatient, wanting to touch him directly, but Sahara's fingers remained through the fabric of her panties.
No man had ever made Misa feel this impatient before.
"Let go of my hands. I said I wouldn't run away. This is too unnatural."
The inability to resist terrified Misa, and she felt her skin was more sensitive than usual. The overwhelming sensuality also filled her with fear.
"You don't seem to understand what I mean. For me, bondage is an art. I want to make you happy through sadomasochistic games."
Hearing the word "sadism," Misa immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Although the words were ordinary, Misa thought they were irrelevant to her and had never been interested in such things. Hearing them from Sahara's mouth, Misa was very surprised and didn't know how to respond.
"Don't be afraid. You need an absolute ruler. That manager, Ginny, still can't satisfy your heart. I genuinely want to make you feel satisfied!" "
I'm not dissatisfied. Please untie me..."
"It's impossible not to be dissatisfied, and this game has already begun."
Sahara's tone was gentle, but it had a power that made Misa unable to refuse.

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