Holy Night of the Beast

"Would you like to rape my wife?" When his uncle, Yozo, said this while smoking his pipe, Koichi almost doubted his ears. "What did you say, Uncle?" "I want you to rape Ranko, right in front of me." Rocking his rocking chair, the famous art critic spoke to his young nephew, a student at the art university, in a very calm tone. Koichi was stunned, staring at his uncle's face, unable to utter a word. Rape his aunt... Yozo's wife, Ranko, was a very beautiful woman, and her husband demanded to rape her. The firewood in the fireplace crackled and popped. Outside, the cold wind howled, shaking the bare trees. After winter break began, Koichi immediately went to his uncle's villa in Karuizawa Highlands because he had received a phone call from his uncle. "Come visit. I'm a little bored, and I have something I'd like to ask you." Yozo, who had once been an associate professor of English literature at a top university, had injured his spine in a car accident three years ago, completely losing the freedom of his lower body and confining him to a wheelchair. So he abandoned his associate professorship and came to this villa to live in seclusion. However, he came from a wealthy family and occasionally earned money from publishing literary reviews, allowing him to live a carefree life. At the prime of his forty-five, he became an incompetent young man, but with a virtuous wife by his side, he lived a comfortable life in this spacious villa. Koichi had been pampered by this uncle since childhood and loved coming to this villa for two reasons: First, there was a wine cellar in the basement, filled with French wines selected by the self-proclaimed gourmet, expensive wines that Koichi, as a student, could never afford. Being able to drink freely here was the biggest temptation for Koichi, who had no money but loved fine wines. The other reason was the presence of his beautiful aunt, Ranko. When she married a man fifteen years her senior at twenty, Ranko was as cute as a Western doll; now, just over thirty, she was a mature woman. She had a well-proportioned body, with full breasts and hips forming a very sexy curve, completely captivating her nephew, an art student. Incidentally, when this beautiful aunt bathed or changed clothes, he not only peeked at her but also masturbated with the stolen underwear. Now, he was being asked to rape his long-desired aunt. Hearing his uncle's request, Kouichi was genuinely surprised. "What...why is this?" He picked up his wine glass and poured the amber liquid into his mouth. The burning sensation brought Kouichi back to his senses, and he stammered out the question. The firelight from the fireplace turned his uncle's face red, and for a moment, a devilish smile appeared on his face, which was loose from overeating and lack of exercise. "No wonder you're surprised, because you know I deeply love Ranko. But right now..." Yozo patted his waist and said, "For the past three years, the aftereffects of the car accident have left me still impotent. Fortunately, the numbness in my legs is slowly recovering, and I can walk slowly with a cane. The doctor said there's only a 50% chance I'll regain my libido, and I really want to regain my male function for Ranko's sake." "But why do you want me to rape my aunt?" "Listen to me, according to the examination, the injured central nervous system has recovered. But the long-term numbness prevents my function from working properly, so I need a strong psychological impact. It's like using high pressure to clear a blocked water pipe. For me, a strong sexual impact is..." Kouichi was shocked again upon hearing this. So his uncle wanted someone to rape his wife in front of him, hoping to regain his libido through strong stimulation. "But why me..." "How can you ask a stranger to do something like this? From what I've observed, you seem to have a strange fetish for women. My shock therapy requires that kind of stimulation." Kouichi almost jumped up upon hearing this, his somewhat foreign-looking face, which was considered that of a player, turning red and white in turns. "This... Uncle, how did you know?... " "Don't be nervous. Just this summer, I saw you playing with the maid Haruko in the woods behind the house." "You're lying to me, that's on a hill quite far from here, you couldn't possibly go there..." At this point, the young man realized he had let something slip and dared not continue. "Hahaha, no wonder you're surprised, but you forgot I have a hobby of observing wild birds." After Yozo's reminder, Kouichi remembered the binoculars he kept in the corner of the balcony. "You know what happened? That day I was observing the bird nests in the woods with my binoculars when you took Haruko there. I observed her carefully from beginning to end. I even took pictures. Do you want to see them? They're very good." Cold sweat broke out on Kouichi's forehead: "That place was also seen, so I had to surrender..." "Therefore, I think you are the most suitable person to carry out my plan. You can not only rape Ranko's body, but also do all kinds of humiliation to stimulate me. I have never been interested in normal sex between men and women." The fat middle-aged man let out a devilish laugh: "Cheers! To our wonderful plan..." (2) (This strange thing happened...) The wine he drank at dinner also lost its effect. Kouichi hurriedly ran back to his room and lay on the bed to think about the wonderful plan his uncle had proposed again. "Not only rape, but also humiliation and abuse as much as possible." The shock he felt from seeing his uncle, who he had always thought was a serious scholar, was still lingering in his heart. Adding to the fact that his sadistic sexual desires had been exposed… (I never imagined that the whole thing would be witnessed.) The masculine rage of having his secret revealed was still boiling inside him. [Link to 24-hour uninterrupted updates of the latest Japanese, Korean, European, and domestic videos: 24mybazar](However, that time felt really wonderful...) Behind the villa was a gentle slope, with trees stretching all the way up the hill. There was a walking path in the woods, and from the top of the hill, one could see a beautiful view in the distance. That summer, Kouichi set up his easel in the clearing on the hill, preparing to paint the ruined mountain opposite. That day, after getting tired of painting the mountain, he took a break and drew his aunt's nude body in his sketchbook. He felt lustful about his own drawing, so he arranged his aunt's nude body in various lewd poses according to his own desires, even drawing ropes. "What am I so enthusiastically drawing?" Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice behind him, which startled Kouichi. It was the maid, Haruko, who had come to deliver lunch as usual at noon. Kouichi, who was completely absorbed in his lewd drawing, did not notice the young girl who had just graduated from high school. Haruko could clearly see the obscene pencil drawings in front of Kouichi's sketchbook. It depicted a beautiful mistress, naked and bound, with a man whipping her plump buttocks from behind. "Oh dear! What is this?" the innocent girl cried out in surprise, dropping her lunchbox. (How could she have seen this? If I tell my aunt, things will be troublesome.) Completely embarrassed by the lewd fantasy, Kouichi suddenly grabbed Haruko's arm. "What are you doing? Let me go..." He twisted Haruko's hands behind her back, quickly taking off his belt and binding them. "Don't do this... what is this..." She secretly admired this handsome college student, but seeing him suddenly transformed into a beast, the young girl still couldn't quite believe it. "So you can see what you shouldn't see, and so you can't tell on me!" The maids in this villa all wore Western-style maid outfits according to Yozo's personal preferences. There were black dresses with white lace trim, paired with cute white aprons, and nurse-like hats. The skirts were above the knee, and they wore black stockings. After tying Haruko up, he dragged her petite body to the foot of a tree. "Let me go! I won't say anything..." Haruko cried out in terror, but Kouichi ruthlessly reached under her skirt. "No... what are you doing..." Ignoring her struggles to escape, Kouichi reached down to Haruko's waist and pulled her pantyhose down to her feet. "No..." He roughly removed the black pantyhose from the crying girl's feet, twisted it into a rope, wrapped it around the tree trunk, and tied it to the leather strap binding her hands. "Now you can't escape." After tying up the pale-faced Haruko, Kouichi grinned triumphantly. He remembered a story like this, where a servant was tied up and abused, in the SM magazine he bought last time. A young man, his trousers bulging with lewd desire, approached the speechless Haruko. He pried open her cute little mouth, picked up the white panties that had been pulled down along with the pantyhose, and stuffed them into her mouth. The college student, now a beast, lifted Haruko's skirt, revealing her snow-white thighs. After humiliating and playing with the girl's body, he used his erect penis to pierce Haruko's virginity. (I didn't expect that my uncle saw it through the binoculars from the villa at the time...) The next day, Haruko left the villa without giving a reason. Although Koichi's conscience was troubled, he quickly forgot about it. Now, when he recalls the feeling of humiliating the girl a few months ago, his manhood, which symbolizes a young man, swells painfully in his pants. (Yes, that place was the best place.) Koichi soothes his erection with his hand, thinking of his aunt Ranko's snow-white body. (3) The next day was a sunny and warm day. It had snowed two or three times at the beginning of the year, but the south-facing areas had completely melted. Yozo set up his binoculars on the balcony and observed the woods. He was not observing the ecology of wild birds, but the back of Ranko walking from the path in the woods toward the hill. She was carrying a basket because her husband had asked her to take lunch to Koichi, who was painting in the clearing on the hill. A mature woman in her thirties, wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a gray skirt, her long legs clad in knee-high boots. Walking on the path strewn with fallen leaves, her voluptuous figure displayed beautiful curves. (Perhaps I'm jealous of her health.) The man, confined to a wheelchair for so long, thought to himself as he watched his wife through binoculars. Since the car accident left her impotent, he had repeatedly urged his beautiful wife to divorce him, but his virtuous wife refused to abandon her husband, hoping one day to regain her function. Lanzi hadn't had any extramarital affairs, staying at the villa to take care of her husband. Now, he was about to send this wife into a trap where his lustful nephew awaited. Was he tired of her virtuous wifely demeanor? Or did he want to tear off her mask, exposing her feminine instincts to satisfy his jealousy? Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her husband observing her through binoculars. Struggling with the wicked thoughts in her heart, Lanzi slowly walked up the hill. "I brought you a bento," Lanzi said, approaching her nephew who was wielding an oil paintbrush in front of the easel. "Thank you, let's take a rest!" After walking up a hillside, Ranko was a little out of breath, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. "The scenery here is really beautiful; the mountains look especially beautiful today." Ranko sat down next to Kouichi, admiring the view in the distance. Black rooftops could be seen in the withered trees; those were their villas. "There's no wind today, it's warm, perfect weather for painting." Ranko said, looking around, then frowned when she saw a large tree nearby: "Kouichi, why is there a rope hanging from the branch of that tree?" A rope was hanging from a thick, horizontally extending branch, like a hanging rope, with a ring at the end that swayed about a person's height. "Oh, that thing? Because I felt hopeless about my talent, I wanted to hang myself with this." "Don't joke around, did you hang yourself there?" Only then did Kouichi turn to look at his beautiful aunt. Ranko, of course, didn't notice the nervous expression on his face. "Well then, I'll tell you the truth. This is for hanging Auntie." "What?" As Ranko turned back, Kouichi had already grabbed her wrist. "Ah..." Ranzi cried out, but it was too late; the rope loops were already around her hands. "What are you doing?" Kouichi rushed to the other end of the rope and pulled down with all his might. "Ah..." Ranzi cried out in pain as her hands were suddenly pulled above her head. "Ouch..." A sharp pain shot through her shoulders. Ranzi's body was now suspended in mid-air, and Kouichi quickly secured the rope to a tree root. "Kouichi! Don't play this kind of prank..." Ranzi's beautiful face was already pale, struggling futilely as if trapped. Watching her body writhe like a fish on a hook, Kouichi felt a burning desire surge through his own body. The body he had admired since his youth, the body he had fantasized about defiling countless times, was now right before him, and he had no way to protect himself. Kouichi suddenly remembered to look towards the villa about a hundred meters away and saw something glowing on the balcony. It must be his uncle's telescope, which they had agreed upon that morning to use to observe this direction. The fact that someone was watching fueled Koichi's sadistic blood. Now, his wealthy and powerful uncle, even if he wanted to stop the plan now, was completely powerless due to his inability to move freely; he could only sit there and watch his beloved wife be humiliated by his nephew. Was the uncle even more excited now? Koichi stood beside Ranko's suspended body. Her beautiful, stiff body trembled with panic and fear: "What exactly do you want?" The scent of expensive perfume stimulated the young college student's sense of smell. "Now I'm going to interrogate Auntie." "Interrogate? What do you mean…" Koichi lifted Ranko's black sweater from below. "Ah… what are you doing…" Her milky-white bra was exposed, enveloping her full breasts. Koichi unzipped her skirt. "Koichi, please don't do this…" A blush appeared on Ranko's face, and her skirt fell to her boots. "Ah…" Ranko let out a shameful moan, unable to help but twist her body. "Ugh…" Koichi also couldn't help but groan. The mature woman's curves were incredibly sexy, with only a milky-white bra and bikini bottoms covering her most sensual parts. The young nephew swallowed hard, desperately trying to suppress the urge to tear the bikini bottoms and thrust his engorged penis into her beautiful body. "Auntie, let's begin the interrogation." "You've done this to me, what do you want to ask?" Recovering from her surprise, Ranko raised her eyebrows resolutely. "Hehe… such a womanly auntie, serving a sexually impotent husband for three years, I want to know how you manage your sexual desires." Ranko's face immediately turned red: "Kouichi, are you serious…?" "Of course I'm serious, not just me, every man wants to know. Now answer honestly." "That's too much! I can't…" Kouichi reached out and broke off a small twig from the tree; he knew that the thin branches after the leaves had fallen were like needles."If Auntie doesn't want to say it, I'll find a way to make her say it." Kouichi slid a small twig from his aunt's stomach towards her armpit. Because that was a woman's most sensitive area, Ranko's body involuntarily trembled. "Ah..." she couldn't help but scream from her red lips. "Hehehe, how long can you endure it?" The sweet and sour body odor emanating from her mature, tormented body intoxicated Kouichi, and he continued to slide the twig across her armpit. "Ah...don't do this..." The needle-like twig created a sensation that was indistinguishable between pain and itchiness, and her moans turned into sobs. "Ugh...ugh..." With intermittent groans, cold sweat broke out on Ranko's body. "No...no..." In less than a minute, Ranko succumbed to the cruel stimulation of the twig. "Now do you want to talk? How do you deal with your sexual desires? Are you having an affair?" "How could that be..." The demure Ranko stared wide-eyed at the strange young man. "So, how do you deal with it? With such a mature body, it's impossible not to have sexual desire." "That is..." "Say it!" Koichi's branch hit above his navel, and his naked body throbbed. "I told you, don't mess around anymore..." (4) Yozo's hands, which were adjusting the 1,000mm telescope lens, trembled incessantly. Through the lens, Koichi and Ranko's bodies were visible right in front of him. Ranko had been cruelly humiliated and played with for about thirty minutes. Now, Koichi seemed to be interrogating her while tearing her bra and grabbing her full breasts with his hands. His wife's beautiful face was contorted with pain, and her black hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Koichi revealed a cruel and lewd expression as he questioned Ranko, who was hanging from the tree with her hands and unable to resist. His hand moved from the base of her thigh along the edge of her panties toward her mons pubis, and Ranko shook her head frantically. Yozo watched through the telescope and could roughly understand Koichi's intentions. He was interrogating Ranko about how to deal with her sexual desire... that is, how to masturbate. Using twigs to tickle and whip, and playing with his palms and fingers, he forced his virtuous wife to reveal her most secrets. Yozo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. (This guy is a real sadist, and he seems to be enjoying it.) Seeing his wife being humiliated by others would have a strong mental impact on him, and would also arouse his body. His heart was pounding, and he felt as if there was a powerful force pressing down on him, and he even felt a burning itching sensation near his waist. Through the binoculars, he saw Koichi pulling down Ranko's bright yellow panties, exposing the dark triangle that adorned the mysterious parts of her body. Ranko tried desperately to squeeze her thighs together, but Koichi inserted one of his legs into the base of his aunt's plump thighs, and his lecherous fingers slithered like snakes in the crevice of her flesh. Her plump body arched back, revealing her snow-white throat, and her breasts were being rubbed. Through the binoculars, he could see her erect, deep red nipples trembling pitifully. One of the hands that had been touching her genitals disappeared, then another, and the woman's buttocks began to spasm.

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