The immoral mansion

The hilly area of Karuizawa is dotted with many Western-style villas exuding a nostalgic charm. In the innermost corner, surrounded by trees, stands a three-story English-style villa.
It's considered . It's said that it was originally inhabited by British traders. Later, several people added
a swimming pool to the lawn and modernized the space, but the vine-covered walls remain exactly
as . Those with a keen sense of style might feel a sense of gloom upon seeing this villa. Perhaps it's
because the hills and tall trees to the west provide little sunlight, even in summer. A plaque above the Western-style gate reads "Soul Tree Manor," but for some reason, the locals call this
manor "Night Crying House," and even among the elderly, few know when this
name originated.
—That summer, before the rainy season had ended, the villa's iron gate opened, and the old-fashioned
door lamps were lit at night. "It's rare to find someone renting the Night Crying House." Because of its gloomy appearance and old-fashioned facilities, it hadn't been rented by any summer guests in recent years, and the real estate
company planned to demolish it this year. Therefore, the locals were very curious, wondering who had rented the villa. Detailed information came from Itsuko, the daughter of the Shimotsuki family, who managed the villas in the area. She had been invited by the person renting the villa to work as a housekeeper for the summer, living and working there. According to her, the man was the dean of the law school of a top-tier private university, Professor Takayuki Kamishiro, a Doctor of Law
. He resigned from his position as dean this spring and left the education field. He was involved in a car accident at the end of last year, and thanks to
the doctors ' efforts, he miraculously survived, but he has lost the ability to work in society. It's said
he is still partially paralyzed and has unsightly scars on his face. "I see. That villa is quite suitable for seclusion." What also intrigued people was the wife of this almost crippled scholar, who was more than twenty years younger than him. "I heard she's a former flight attendant, a beautiful woman. It's truly pitiful; she's only been in the
position of a university professor's wife for a short time, and now she's going to be caring for a disabled person. Judging from her appearance, the professor must be impotent.
" The local elders chuckled lewdly as they spoke. The bedroom of Professor Kamishiro and his wife was built in the style of a British aristocratic country house, with many exposed
beams . Professor Kamishiro's wife, Akiko Kamishiro, often had
fantasies of something monstrous staring from the darkness between the beams. That evening, as she undressed in front of her husband, Takashi, who was twenty-three years her senior, sitting in a rocking chair, revealing her
almost transparent, snow-white body, she trembled involuntarily. Removing her expensive lace-trimmed panties, and presenting her peach-like buttocks to her husband, Akiko put on
black French-made stockings. Holding the stockings up with black straps, she appeared to be wearing nothing else, making her even more alluring than naked. Then, she put on those gleaming black high heels—this was
the outfit her husband, who had lived abroad for a long time, had requested of his wife in the bedroom. "I've been looking at this house all day, even the basement. It must have been a wine
cellar in ancient times. Now there's only old furniture. But there's a cover on the floor, and below that's the basement. I wonder
what it was for?" "Probably used as an air-raid shelter during wartime, or perhaps to hide valuable artworks or property. I
heard the owners of this house are all wealthy...
" With his temples already half-gray, Takayuki Kamishiro, whenever he sat in his rocking chair in his bathrobe like this, looked
exactly like the playboy professor in his prime. His injuries were healing faster than expected; after several plastic surgeries, the scars on his face were almost invisible. The paralysis had subsided to his right leg, but he could walk on his own with a cane. He decided to rent this villa because of its swimming pool; swimming
was the most effective way to recover his muscles and injured nerves. The 28-year-old virtuous wife, wearing only black high heels, made no attempt to conceal the dark triangle of her lower abdomen. Like
a prostitute or stripper, she walked to the corner of the room in front of her husband with a wanton posture, spreading
her legs and swaying her full buttocks like a clumsy dancer. Soon, the smell of sweat mingled with the freshly sprayed perfume "Night Flight," creating an aroma that aroused the man's desire
. "Come on," Takayuki commanded in a hoarse voice after his young wife had been writhing so lewdly before him for ten minutes. Anjiko hurriedly knelt before the rocking chair and pulled open the front of her husband's robe. Her snow-white fingers reached for her husband, who wasn't wearing underwear, and her soft palm enveloped his shrunken member, beginning to
caress it gently. As his wife rested her face against his thigh, the man, entering the early stages of aging, raised his head, closed his eyes, and
his red lips completely engulfed his member, skillfully caressing it with his tongue. This continued for a long time, and despite Anjiko's tireless efforts, the shrunken member still couldn't
return to pre-accident state. "That's enough, let's stop here for tonight," the husband said, his voice filled with painful despair as he pushed his wife away. Anjiko hurriedly put on her pajamas, wiped her husband's saliva-stained lower abdomen with her own panties, and
said in a comforting tone, "Don't worry, you've recovered to this extent, you'll definitely get better." "Maybe. But I'm not young anymore, by the time I'm fully recovered, I might not have the strength anymore." "If you're too pessimistic, you might not get better even if you're supposed to." The wife shook her head, took a medicine bottle from the bedside table, poured a few pills into her hand and handed them to her husband. They were sleeping pills;
the aftereffects were migraines, and he couldn't fall asleep without medication. "You've been so good to me, how could an ordinary woman abandon me?" "How could you say that? I love you." They lay on the large double bed and turned off the light. A cold wind blew down from the mountain behind, causing the surrounding leaves
to rustle . "If you want, you can whip me," Ankiko said in the darkness. "I've heard that excites men." "I'm very touched that you're willing to do that, but I don't have that kind of fetish. And the thought of harming your beautiful skin
is unbearable," her husband said to her before falling asleep. "Tomorrow, have someone from the appliance store check the swimming pool motor. There might be a problem; the pool water is
a little dirty." Then, his rhythmic snoring replaced his words. Ankiko couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Her fingers moved quietly in her private parts, the overflowing substance making her inner thighs wet
. Soon after, a sobbing sound escaped from her red lips, and her balanced body convulsed slightly. Nocturnal birds chirped mockingly outside the window. ──────────────────────────────────
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──────────2. The next day was a clear, sunny day; the strong sunlight after the rainy season shone on the swimming pool. In the afternoon, the electronics store sent someone to inspect the motor. He opened the machine room door by the pool and began inspecting the motor installed inside. This motor sent
the pool water to the filter, where it was purified and then circulated back into the pool. Ankiko placed a recliner by the pool and lay down, drinking iced coffee while watching the electronics store worker at work. The man was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with broad, muscular shoulders, resembling an action
movie actor famous for his karate. However, he was even more ruthless than the actor; his thin lips evoked the image of a ruthless predator. Because of the sweltering heat, the man removed his shirt, his upper body bare, and began disassembling the motor. Beads of sweat appeared on his bare back, and the beast-like scent emanating from him wafted across the
five-meter-wide swimming pool to Ankiko. Normally, this would have been repulsive, but on the breeze, the scent aroused Ankiko.
It felt like a spark igniting deep within her body. Long spent with her impotent husband had made this beautiful wife
acutely sensitive to male scents. Anjiko lay on the chaise lounge, eyes closed, deeply inhaling the masculine aroma. (Ah…
she wanted a man, she longed for his hot semen to spray deep inside her.) A daydream flashed through her mind. The worker suddenly attacked Anjiko, who was napping, threatening her as she resisted. He tore her thin dress and
panties, and through her forced-open genitals, a hot, fierce penis penetrated her, creating an intense sensation… From her fantasies, Anjiko felt lust arise, unconsciously twisting her body on the chaise lounge. The white dress skirt rose with the twisting, and when she bent one leg, even the area above the knee was exposed. The married woman suddenly awoke to the fact that the young worker had stopped his work and was secretly looking in her direction. From that
angle he could probably see what was under her skirt. (This man is disgusting.) Ankiko shook her head to banish the fantasy, but a mixture of shame and disgust made her feel hot all over
. However, the man's snake-like eyes seemed to control her freedom, and she couldn't close her legs. Perhaps the man felt something strange about her; he pretended not to care, constantly sending her sharp
glances. (That man probably saw the top of my thighs, the lace trim of my light blue panties…
) A strange emotion mingled with shame and disgust, a stimulating feeling welling up from the depths of my body.
I felt the man's gaze like countless needles, pricking my inner thighs. The birds chirping overhead flew away, and the sudden thrill of being ogled made me unconsciously spread my legs again, prop
up the chaise lounge, and the afternoon breeze lifted my skirt further, revealing my dazzlingly white thighs in the summer sun. The young worker's lustful gaze was now completely undisguised. My light blue panties were fully exposed to his sharp
gaze. The woman's body, aroused, exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance through her panties, and her nipples, untouched by a baby's suckling,
began to erect beneath her bra. (It wasn't that I was being spied on; I was showing myself to him. Look if you want. Anyway, a man like you will never
be able to sleep with a woman like me.) As she closed her eyes, her previous daydream resurfaced. The man's body pressed down, his hot penis pushing open Ankiko's flower. But before reaching the climax of her fantasy, the lewd daydream was interrupted when the maid, Itsuko, brought her cool barley
tea. The birdsong returned, and Ankiko, waking from the sweet intoxication caused by the voyeurism, straightened her skirt and brought
her legs together. The young workers continued their work silently, seemingly oblivious to what was happening. (Was everything just now just my imagination?...
) The lingering thrill from earlier still lingered. The man finished his work in the afternoon, loaded his tools onto his dilapidated truck, and drove off. When Anjiko casually inquired about the electrician from Itsuko, the local girl's expression inexplicably
stiffened . The man's name was Tomioka Yuji, the son of the local electrical shop owner. He was said to be quite skilled, but
had a violent temper and was ostracized by the locals. "He was in jail not long ago." Although the young girl didn't specify the crime, Anjiko could guess. ────────────────────────────────
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──────────3. The rape of Akiko by Yuji Tomioka occurred the next day when she was returning from shopping, passing through a wooded area
. A beat-up truck pulled up beside her from behind. "Madam, are you going shopping?" A gruff smile appeared on his face, his eyes roaming over her body like a snake's. Akiko looked around; because it wasn't the season yet, there was no one in sight at the nearby villas. "It's very hot today, madam, why don't you rest here for a while?" The man, who supposedly had a criminal record, got out of the beat-up truck, carrying a wire in his hand. Anjiko dropped what she was holding and ran towards the nearest villa, praying that someone would be there
. But the electrician easily caught her before she even reached it. "It's okay to go there, no one will be there." Like a wild beast catching its prey, Tomioka Yuji held Anjiko tightly in his arms. Anjiko's thoughtless escape led the man to a deserted place. "Don't do this, do you know how serious the consequences are?" He twisted Anjiko's resisting hands behind her back, ignoring her cries, and tied her hands
together was slapped across the face. "Madam, stop screaming. You seem to lack a man. Yesterday you deliberately showed me your thighs. So
I'm here to comfort you." Anjiko, her hands bound, was pulled to a large tree, leaned against it, and then tied up with wire. "Don't move, or you'll leave marks on your skin. You won't be able to explain it to your husband when you get home, will you?" The wire was tied to her left leg, and she was pulled up. Anjiko screamed in panic and pain as the wire remained fixed to the branch. "No! Don't do this!" One leg was raised high, this shameful position making Anjiko's face turn red to her ears. Her sandals
fell off as she struggled. "Let me see clearly now the place you showed me yesterday!" Her clothes were pulled up to her waist, revealing her lower body clad in red thongs. "Ah...
" The man's hand caressed the slightly bulging part of the thongs, causing Ankiko to feel a wave of disgust that sent shivers down her spine
, combined with the lewd stimulation of her sensitive areas. She couldn't help but let out a cry and writhe her body. "As expected of the professor's wife, such beautiful thongs." The woman's body, forced into an obscene position, was roughly caressed through the thongs, causing her to secrete
her nectar, instantly wetting the double-layered bottom of the thongs. "No...
don't...
have mercy on me!" "Look...
look, it's already soaking wet." The rich scent emanating from the mature woman's body further stimulated the man. Anjiko was held tightly by a man's sweaty body, her lips being sucked. Large, rough hands pulled open her collar,
grabbing and kneading her breasts from her bra. Soon after, the small piece of fabric covering her lower abdomen was torn apart. As Tomioka Yuji, his jeans and underwear pulled down, approached, Anjiko was terrified by the enormous thing
. The dark, engorged tip was horribly exposed. "Hehehe, this was done while I was bored in prison. Any woman who encounters this will only
cry tears of joy." Yuji hugged Anjiko's slender waist tightly. "Ugh...
" Her husband Takayuki's powerful penis, incomparable to her own, plunged deeply into Anjiko's lower body. The tree trunk behind her swayed, probably because there was a bird's nest, and the chicks flew away with sharp cries. A few minutes later... Ankiko was sprayed with a large amount of hot semen, squeezing out a bird-like sound from her throat, experiencing the intense
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──────────4. Tomioka Yuji returned to the "Night Crying Hall" a week later. The motor, which had just been repaired a few days ago, had broken down again
. Kamishiro Takayuki was swimming in the pool. The scars from his back to his waist indicated the severity of the car accident. His skin was very pale because the swimming pool in the mountains only had a few hours of sunlight. Anjiko sat on a lounge chair by the swimming pool and saw the man approach. When their eyes met, the woman's expression was like a mask, while the man grinned, revealing his teeth. The man opened the machine room door and went to the area with the motors, quickly finding the cause of the malfunction: the power cord had been pulled by
someone . Yuji frowned, wondering who could have done such a thing. Just then, the machine room suddenly went dark, indicating someone was standing at the door. The young man turned around and saw...
Anjiko. Her dress was still very thin. The young man pointed at the broken power line and said, "You did it, didn't you?" Anjiko's face remained expressionless. "Why would I do such a thing?" Anjiko slightly parted her red lips, sticking out her pink tongue to lick them. This look was incredibly sexy,
arousing the young man's lust. "Because this way I can see you." In an instant, the man's eyes widened, then turned into a lewd smile. "I see. It seems you can't forget what happened in the woods last time." A blush suddenly appeared on Anjiko's face as she recalled the humiliation she suffered in the woods a week ago. She had been tied to a tree trunk and raped, and afterwards, to arouse the man again, she had been forced to put his semen-
covered penis in her mouth. Then her dress was removed, and naked, Ankiko lay on all fours on the leaf-strewn ground. He
slapped her, and tears streamed down her face from fear and nausea. Twice, the man's hot semen was ejaculated inside Ankiko, bringing her to a pleasurable climax in the doggy-style position
. The beautiful married woman stood at the door of the machine room, feeling something hot boiling inside her. Yuji, watching her husband swim in the pool from behind, gleamed with cruelty in his eyes. "Spread your arms wide." The married woman unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing a beige bra and panties. "Come here and squat down." The machine room was lower than the swimming pool. Stepping inside, only the upper half of Anjiko's back was visible. The cramped
space was filled with the stench of men's sweat and the fragrance of mature women's perfume. "Pull down your panties." Hearing the sound of her husband swimming behind her, the once beautiful and virtuous wife knelt
before , pulling down her panties from her feet. The still-warm panties went into the man's jeans pocket. "Spread them wider." The young man's voice was slightly hoarse. "They seem wet. You're practically a bitch in heat." Yuji took a large screwdriver with a plastic handle for high-voltage electrical insulation from his toolbox. "Swallow this!" "Ah…
" The woman, who had been actively spreading the front of her dress, involuntarily lifted her buttocks. A plastic handle, about four centimeters in diameter, pierced
her flower. "Oh...
oh...
" The initial resistance vanished, the plastic handle sliding in as if sucked in. The young man smiled
and turned the screwdriver that was protruding. "Mmm...
" Anjiko couldn't help but moan. "Expose your breasts, rub them." The man's hand moved on the screwdriver, making a squeaking sound as it went in and out of her flower. "My husband will see...
" "He won't notice." "You're so cruel...
" Anjiko pulled down her bra and rubbed her full breasts in front of the man. The woman's scent intensified. "You...
come on!" Humiliated by the plastic handle, Anjiko uttered annoyed sounds. "It's impossible here." "Anywhere!" Her full thighs twitched with unbearable pleasure. "Okay. Tonight, is your husband sleeping soundly?" "He's on sleeping pills; ordinary noise won't wake him." "Then, I'll be here at midnight. Here, unlock the window closest to the corridor." "Why wait until midnight…
my husband will take a nap in the afternoon…
" "I'm not the kind of person you think has free time." As the man's hand moved, Anjiko seemed to reach a slight climax; her thighs twitched, and she tightly closed her eyes. "Ah…
" The sound of water behind her disappeared, as if Takayuki had left the swimming pool. Yuji saw the man of the house approaching from behind Anjiko, whose shoulders were still trembling. "Your husband is here. Cover the front." Takayuki seemed completely unsuspecting. After entering the machine room, he peered inside from behind his wife. The workers were
silently working. "Do you know what's wrong?" "The wiring here is faulty." "Is that so? Please fix it. Anjiko, it's getting dark, let's go inside." "Yes…
" Anjiko stood up, dropping her screwdriver, but Takayuki, already turned away, didn't notice. As she left, Anjiko whispered, "Tonight." 5. (Damn, this villa is really scary at night.) The treetops reached the roof, like monsters about to pounce. (I pride myself on never sleeping with a woman I've slept with again, but now I'm sneaking here like a lover—
it's utterly shameful.) But the image of a snow-white, mature body flashing through his mind arouses the young man's desire. Yuji, with a prior conviction for raping women and a prison record, gently opened the window in the hallway; sure enough, it wasn't locked. The bedroom light was off. Hearing the noise, Anji stood by the door. The man pushed her aside and entered the bedroom;
Anji's face showed fear. "I can't be here, my husband is sleeping." "Didn't he take sleeping pills? He won't wake up." "This…
ah…
" Her sexy nightgown was roughly removed, revealing the black stockings and garter belt she had worn while waiting for the man. "Madam, it's like an adult movie." The man slapped Anjiko's buttocks, enjoying the pleasure of the elasticity, and pushed the beautiful, mature woman onto
the bed . "Not here...
" "Do as I say, or your husband will wake up." On the large double bed, the woman, wearing only black stockings, straddled Takayuki's face in a doggy-style position, while
the young man attacked from behind. On her sleeping husband's face, which was covered in sleeping pills, his huge, ugly penis went in and out of the woman's vagina,
quickening the motion. The soft spring bed rose and fell with it, and the professor's wife, in the doggy-style position, tilted her head back, revealing her snow-white throat, biting
her lip to keep herself from making a sound. The young man was unusually excited by the thrill of raping his wife on his sleeping husband's face. "Ugh...
" The intense assault forced Ankiko to shove her panties into her mouth, barely suppressing
the urge to moan. After a large ejaculation, with their bodies still connected, Takashi rolled over,
causing the woman to tremble with intense fear, which fueled the young man's sadistic desires, allowing him to recover his energy at lightning speed. This time, it took even longer to reach a second ejaculation, and almost simultaneously, Ankiko experienced
an explosion of unparalleled pleasure. Afterwards, he took Ankiko, whose thighs were wet with semen, to the bathroom across the hallway, closing the door so
the sounds couldn't reach the bedroom. "So exciting!" "This is the second time I've done this next to my sleeping husband, it's wonderful." "You're so cruel, like a devil...
" "You're just moaning with pleasure, and you're the one who called me here.
I wouldn't do this if you hadn't done it for me by the pool." On the tiled bathroom floor, the naked professor's wife, wearing only black stockings, was forced into a doggy-style position
. "Lift your ass up." Anjiko lifted her two full, semi-circular, beautiful buttocks. The man slapped on her sensual mounds. The crisp sound, the wonderful touch on his palms. "You're a pervert...
a sadist...
" Anjiko's seductive moans echoed in the bathroom.
6. Summer slowly passed. Professor Takayuki Kamishiro continued his secluded life. He swam daily in the pool,
gradually . However, he showed no signs of sexual desire. On the surface, Akiko's attentiveness to her husband remained unchanged, but a closer look revealed her smoother
skin and the swaying of her genitals as she walked—signs that she might have received semen from other men. Yet, Takayuki remained oblivious. The household appliances frequently malfunctioned, and each time a beat-up appliance store
truck would come to repair them via the mountain road, but he didn't seem to care about the frequency. Until that day… Summer was drawing to a close, and on a foggy morning, Takayuki, who no longer needed a cane, went underground…
The room. He remembered Ankiko mentioning a basement beneath another basement, and he wanted to see it. At the very back of the dusty basement, there was an iron plate on the floor. Lifting it up, he saw a vertical
iron staircase, emitting damp, moldy air. His flashlight shone down into the basement below. It was about four tsubo (approximately 3.3 square meters), surrounded by stone walls, with small pipes in the roof, probably for ventilation. (He wondered what they were for.) It seemed to have been there when the villa was built, so it shouldn't be an air-raid shelter. At that moment, Takashi remembered the legend of the "Night Crying Mansion," told by his maid, Itsuko. —The
British merchant who built the villa took a Japanese woman as a concubine. One day, this woman suddenly
disappeared . When the police investigated, the British merchant only said, "The woman had an affair with the servant and they ran away together." "And so they never found the woman's whereabouts. But one night, a man passing by heard a woman crying and ran back home in terror. The same thing happened several times
afterward . 'The woman was killed by her husband and buried underground, and her vengeful spirit cries at night,' the servants speculated, and that's how the place got its name, 'The Night Crying Hall.' (What if someone was locked in the basement crying?) It could very well get through the ventilation ducts and be heard outside. (The English merchant knew his concubine was having an affair with a servant, so he locked her up here.) Takayuki put down the heavy iron plate, which had a very sturdy lock on it. (It's probably an underground dungeon!?) Just then, he heard the sound of a door opening from the first floor into the basement, and Takayuki turned around." (Who could it be?) The wine rack blocked his view; he couldn't see the stairs from his position. Itsuko might have brought unnecessary
things to the basement. Takayuki peeked out and saw an unexpected sight. The people who came were his wife and the appliance repairman.
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──────────7. In the poorly lit basement, Akiko was naked. She removed her frilly panties with many bright ruffles,
and as she had done before, walked to the old leather sofa, leaned back, and sat down with her snow-white back facing the young
sadist . 'Lift your ass, spread your legs.' She hesitated slightly before adopting the lewd posture of spanking. Then, as he forcefully spread her legs,
he saw red at the edge of her inner thighs. "Are you menstruating?" "Sorry! Today I'll use my mouth...
" "Where I use it is my decision." He then slapped her
plump buttocks with all his might. Her beautiful face furrowed, her breasts flattened against the chair back, while she twisted her hips. Behind the woman, he pulled open the front of her jeans and pulled out a huge penis. The man spat on his palm, pulled apart her buttocks, revealing her anus. "Ah...
that's...
" As the saliva touched her cute opening, the naked Ankiko stiffened, turning to look at the young man. The penis, surgically altered in prison, pressed against her anus. "Ah...
this is impossible...
" "Don't use force, or it will hurt more." "Ah...
" Her grip on the chair back tightened, her nails digging into the sofa. "Ugh...
" Cold sweat broke out on her pale body, her tightly clenched lips turned ashen, and her back arched. "Very good...
" After a long while, the man's fingers reached forward, finding and caressing the clitoris beneath the thick pubic hair. "Ah...
" "Ugh...
" Both man and woman roared together. Ankiko, experiencing a surge of hot, white lava deep within her body, slumped back in
her chair, unconscious. Takayuki Kamishiro, witnessing his wife's perverse sexual intercourse with the worker, felt his entire body go numb. His heart was filled with anger, shock
, and jealousy, but then he noticed something that astonished the professor. The man's genitals were filled with power. Six months had passed since the car accident, and his penis had never been erect, yet now it was throbbing
intensely. "What's going on?" "Did the intense emotional shock restore the function of his dormant central nervous system?" The older husband, seeing the man force his wife to take his penis into his mouth after it was pulled out, felt an
intense surge of lust. Just then, he heard the young worker say, "Break up with that kind of husband. There's no point in being with a useless man. Let me solve your problem.
An electric shock in the swimming pool can be treated as cardiac arrest, then...
" The young worker slapped Anjiko's buttocks, letting out a cruel laugh. "I'll love you until this buttocks are covered in blood." 8. (Where did the husband and wife go?) While cleaning the second-floor master bedroom, the maid
,
Itsuko, was puzzled; she hadn't seen them since lunch. (They probably went for a rare walk together.) That was for the best, the healthy young woman, fresh out of local high school, thought to herself. She took a magazine from the bedside table—a Nordic-published erotic magazine called "Private," which Ankiko had specially commissioned to be brought back from abroad to help
her husband regain his sexual function. Itsuko sat on the soft double bed, the magazine spread out on her lap. (Seeing it anytime is exciting.) Ever since finding this magazine in the bedside table while cleaning her bedroom, peeking at it while cleaning—
a magazine full of erotic photos—has become the only source of amusement in her monotonous life. Naked men and women having sex in various positions. Some are swallowing a man's large penis into their mouths. Young
girls receiving sex from two men at the same time, middle-aged women engaging in anal sex…
For the inexperienced Yizi, all of this
amazes and simultaneously arouses intense lust in her otherwise healthy body. Her favorite photo is a composition of two women and a man because one of the young girls
looks a lot like her. A full body, black stockings and garter belts—she looks incredibly sexy. (If I wore lingerie like that...
) A girl with a strong sense of curiosity, of course, knows where to keep such lingerie and black high heels. (Right, since no one's around, I'll try it on now.) Itsuko took off her clothes in front of a large mirror, took a garter belt with ruffles, and tied it around her waist,
almost digging into her flesh—a feeling that intoxicated the young girl. She put on black stockings, secured with the garter belt, and then put on black high heels. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but blush, but also felt lightheaded. She was a little plump, but like Ankiko, she had snow-white skin. Her full buttocks were her most confident
feature. Wearing black stockings and a garter belt like this, even she felt a glamorous beauty. For a fleeting moment, Itsuko almost
had the illusion that she was one of those Nordic girls reveling in the pornographic magazine. (Ah…
I already…
) She felt a burning heat, pressed herself tightly against the mirror, the cool glass making her feel incredibly comfortable,
and kissed the beautiful woman reflected in the mirror. Just then, the door suddenly opened, and the homeowner, Takayuki Kamishiro, walked in. (Ah…
) The unexpected situation left the young girl bewildered, especially by the usually gentle man's face, which was
blatantly filled with desire, and the clearly visible bulge in his trousers, which terrified her. (So he wasn't impotent after all.) Itsuko desperately tried to cover her lower abdomen with her hands. The man grabbed her arm. "Please forgive me…
I thought you weren't home…"
“Tampering with things in someone else’s bedroom is no different from being a thief.” Takayuki’s voice was a little hoarse. “This kind of bad woman needs to be punished.” The sounds of Itsuko’s buttocks being slapped and her crying came from the bedroom. Witnessing his wife’s promiscuity and the young girl’s alluring figure, the villa owner was extremely excited. “Come here and put this in your mouth!” Grabbing the crying young girl’s hair forcefully, he made her kneel down, and then pulled out his fully
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──────────9. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that her husband would see her again, less than
a week . Although her period had ended, to satisfy the perverse desires ingrained in her prison life, Tomioka Yuji still
demanded anal buds this time. "Ah…
it's even hard to walk like this." Ankiko pulled up her panties, and even after wiping, the man's semen still kept spilling out of her body. "But the way you were moaning just now seemed a little exaggerated." Yuji pinched Ankiko's buttocks, feeling excited by her scream. "You can't live without me anymore." "Hurry up and get rid of your husband!" He was fully convinced he had completely subdued the beautiful woman. Killing her husband, getting this woman and
her fortune ... it felt like a dream come true. Anjiko was terrified of this man, feeling she had brought a
monster into her life. "If you're going to get electrocuted in the pool, now's the time." Summer here was short. If she didn't seize the opportunity, the couple would return to Tokyo, the cruel young man felt
impatient. Just as Anjiko finished dressing, the door at the top of the stairs suddenly opened, and Yuji panicked, hiding behind the sofa. "So, Anjiko's here." Her husband, Takayuki, appeared at the top of the stairs. "I came to see if there was any usable furniture, but I didn't find any." "Is that so?" " I've decided to put the old refrigerator from the kitchen here; that way, the kitchen will be much bigger. I've already
asked some people to help; let's move it to where the sofa is!" (Oh no!) Yuji's face turned pale. He slowly moved inward along the wall, but there was nowhere he could hide from the eyes of several people
. (If it were her husband alone, he would have been killed here.) Just then, he saw a metal lid under his feet. To move the old refrigerator down, Takayuki and several helpers were trying to turn it at the bottom of the stairs. Akiko gestured for him to hide a little further inside. Yuji lifted the metal lid with all his might and crawled into the damp, dark hole in the floor. The old refrigerator was quite heavy; it took four people to barely manage to lift it down the stairs. "I didn't hear you were going to move that...
" "It just occurred to me; it'll make the kitchen much more spacious." Takayuki looked pleased. "Where should we put it?" Just then, a sound came from under the metal plate. Akiko immediately tensed up. "Is there a mouse there?" Takayuki walked towards the metal plate, but Akiko quickly stopped him. "Don't touch that, I'm scared." "You're right, maybe there's a monster hiding in there. Everyone says this place is a 'night-crying hall,' maybe there's
something in there?" Takayuki stared at his wife's expression. "Let's put the old refrigerator on this metal plate, that way we can prevent strange things from getting in and out?" In an instant, Akiko's face turned pale. The old refrigerator, which took four grown men to lift, was placed on the iron plate, completely blocking the path to the tunnel. "That's good. Hurry up and make tea for these friends." Anjiko, who had been standing there, only snapped out of her reverie upon hearing her husband's words. Takayuki noticed
a before his usual smile returned. "Yes. Let's go quickly, it's a bit cold in here." ──────────────────────────────────
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──────────10. The weather began to deteriorate from this day onward; thick fog enveloped the mountains, and the temperature dropped rapidly. "Summer is over!" Takayuki Kamishiro lit a fire in the fireplace in his bedroom; the wood crackled and popped as it burned. Just then, the house seemed to emit a weeping sound. Ankiko, who was applying lipstick at the dressing table, suddenly tensed. She couldn't tell if it was coming from the walls or the beams
— it was
barely
audible, but once heard, it was impossible to look away. The sound soon faded, leaving only the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane and the burning wood in the fireplace,
but then the strange sound returned. The statue of Takayuki Kamishiro, sitting in his rocking chair gazing at the flames, muttered to himself: 'This is a resonance phenomenon. The basement ventilation ducts might be connected to something in the building, causing the
resonance .' (Judging from his tone, it seemed he knew about the man…
) 'The hole beneath the basement might be an underground dungeon.' The Englishman who built this villa kept his concubine inside.
When the woman cried out, it sounded like the whole house was crying; whether this was a coincidence or part of the original design was unknown. This
was the secret of the "Night Crying House." Another crying sound was heard. This time it sounded like a man's scream. As if trying to drive away the sound, the professor's wife removed her black nightgown.
Her body, having absorbed Tomioka Yuji's semen all summer, appeared even more alluring than before. Seeing his wife in black stockings and high heels, Takayuki said, "Remember you said you could use a whip? Let's do it tonight!" A rope was prepared and hung from the roof beam. Akiko's hands were bound, and her body was suspended until
the heels barely touched the ground. Then her husband brought out a very thin whip. Anjiko, who had remained silent until the whip struck her plump buttocks, finally let out a scream. The whip hurt more than the young sadistic man's hand, leaving red welts on her body. Suddenly regaining her senses, Anjiko saw the scene unfolding on the bed in front of her and doubted her eyes
. There, crawling like a dog, was Itsuko, wearing only black stockings, just like Anjiko. At that moment, her husband, Takashi, attacked Itsuko from behind.
The stimulation of whipping his wife and raping the maid in front of her had made his genitals particularly aroused. (His function had returned.) In front of Anjiko's body, which was suspended, the young girl offered her virginity to the aging professor, the blood of her deflowering
flowing down her snow-white thighs. After her husband finished his sexual encounter with the young girl, he finally released Anjiko. Her inner thighs
were now wet with her own juices from the stimulation. Anjiko's hands were tied behind her back again, and as she knelt on the carpet, Itsuko approached her. "Madam, I'm sorry...
" The nineteen-year-old girl's face held an innocent expression, unaware of the depths of sexuality. Takayuki ordered Anjiko to clean Itsuko's lower abdomen. Seeing the semen and virgin blood, Anjiko hesitated
slightly the whip cracked against her buttocks. "Ah...
" Itsuko, her legs slightly parted, crouched down, moaning as her mistress's tongue moved between her genitals, and as if
unable to resist, she grabbed her mistress's hair and pulled it in forcefully. Seeing the two women's perverse behavior, Takayuki's male symbol began to erect again. Milk splattered on Ankiko's back, flowing down to her swollen buttocks. "You like it here, don't you?" The shape of her anus changed, and a groan escaped from Ankiko's mouth, pressed against Itsuko's lower abdomen. "Keep going!" Ryuichi roared as he thrust deeply. The excited moans of the two women and one man drowned out another low sob. But even
after their act ended, the sob continued to echo around the villa. The husband and wife, lying sweaty on either side of the young girl, heard the intermittent resonance again. (When did that sob stop?) Three days later, the sob was no longer heard.

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