Kaleidoscope of the Flesh

Chapter One: A Kaleidoscope of Female Bodies

A naked

woman . A woman's body, plucked and played on a harp.

Flowers and plants are planted on a woman's upturned buttocks. A

woman, her tongue flicking like flames, is coiled around a snake.

A woman wearing a flower-patterned sash is lost in a passionate embrace with a man in a chamber of eggs.

A naked man, his body pierced and coiled by black snakes,

is everywhere. Naked women and naked men. Hilonis. In Boshu's world, there is neither heaven nor

hell. The torment of hell leads directly to heavenly bliss. Heavenly bliss borders the darkness of hell. The men and women depicted in

the Last Judgment, and those in the Garden of Pleasure, contort their faces with the same expression,

writhing in the extremes of pain and pleasure.

Daiichi Kyozo looks up from the large picture book. This is the library's reading room.

The dilapidated air conditioning here was perhaps better than nothing. The room was packed with diligent students, even

the reading area in the Kyoto 2 building had a high school girl with glasses, flipping her hair as she looked at math. Students

sat facing the same direction at neatly arranged desks, their upper bodies leaning at the same angle, staring at their

reference books , their faces pale and all wearing white shirts. Even if it was hell, how

tedious this hell was.

If it was hell, wouldn't the constant screams and rivers of blood be more human? But in this

cold hell, all that could be heard were the sounds of bookworms scribbling notes and turning pages.

Kyoto ōhito turned his gaze back to the sketchbook. Hilonis. Boshu,

a French painter who spent his life painting epidemics and tortures, crimes and punishments, ugly monsters, etc., did he have no interest in ordinary life?

Or had he already seen this world as hell? The men and women he painted, whether in

hell or heaven, retained the appearance they were at birth. Only the monsters who torment these people adorn

their bodies .

Dainichi Kyoji looked up and saw the female administrator at the service desk rummaging through her purse on her lap. Her expression

was as indifferent as the books or fairy tales around her.

(Judging from her face, she doesn't seem to know men.) Kyoji thought this habitually when he saw the woman.

(No, perhaps it's because there are men that she acts like a saint in this place. I really want to see what her face looks like when she has sex with

a man .) While fantasizing like this, Kyoji felt a burning anxiety.

(Someone actually had sex with that woman before me. How could this happen…) The woman

didn't even know a man was looking at her like that. She took a handkerchief from her purse and walked towards the door.

Dainichi Kyoji, as if drawn by something, picked up the bulging black purse beside him and said to

himself : (This is just a little joke.) Then, he chased after the woman.

No one watched Kyoji walk away. A white sign in the corridor pointed towards the restrooms.

The corridor was deserted. Kyoji quietly followed the woman toward the restroom.

The woman didn't notice he was being followed. Less than a few seconds after entering the restroom, Kyoji entered and

saw the woman looking in the mirror.

There was no one else in the restroom besides them. This situation

changed into seriousness.

The woman left the mirror and walked toward the women's restroom door.

All five stall doors were open, indicating no one was inside. Kyoji saw the innermost door about to close.

Kyoji immediately rushed over and slipped his left foot through the gap just before the door closed. This was

a trick he'd learned from social violence movies.

A scream of terror erupted from inside the restroom. Then, in the small, enclosed space, Kyoji and the woman stood face to face.

The woman's back was pressed against the tiled wall, her lips trembling, unable to make a sound, her eyes wide, her hands outstretched.

Kyoji watched the woman indifferently and locked the restroom door.

"What are you doing!" the woman finally spoke.

"Your indifference has seduced me." Kyoji pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and forcefully stuffed it into the woman's

mouth.

The woman let out a strange groan, then slumped weakly onto the tiled floor.

Kyoji took a rope from his black leather bag, grabbed the woman's hands—who were too terrified to resist—

and bound them.

The woman stared in disbelief at her hands and Kyoji's face, letting out a silent scream and

shaking her head repeatedly.

Her beautiful face turned pale, her eyes slanted upwards, resembling a demon's mask.

"Stand up." Kyoji grabbed the bound woman's hands and pulled her up, then hung the rope on a hook on the wall

.

However, the hook wasn't high enough, causing the woman's elbows to bend slightly to her side.

"If you move, you'll only make a fool of yourself." Kyoji gave the terrified

woman a cruel smile and began unbuttoning his blouse.

He saw the woman's surname on the name tag on her chest.

"So your surname is Yabe. What's your name?" The woman's lips trembled as she tucked a handkerchief into her mouth, turning her face

away .

"Haha, of course I can't answer in this state." Kyoji was surprised at his own composure.

This surprise, however, gave him confidence.

He pulled down her shirt and trousers, revealing a blouse and skirt underneath. At this point, Kyoji had become someone from another world.

He wondered if he even realized it was Hilonis. The world of Boshu's painting.

Kyoji's hands seemed eager to enter this new world. He unzipped the skirt, pulled it down

to his feet , and snapped the blouse's shoulder straps, pulling them down as well.

The woman's waist arched backward, her thighs clenched, and she moaned softly from her mouth, which was stuffed with a handkerchief.

Kyoji's hands reached behind her, unhooking her bra, revealing her snow-white breasts, untouched by the sun.

The small nipples at the tips of her breasts seemed untouched by a man's hands.

Kyoji stared at the woman, his hands caressing her breasts. In an instant, the woman's body trembled as if electrocuted, her head snapping

back. Kyoji savored the change in her expression while admiring the feel of his hands. He squinted, focusing

his attention on one point.

(This must be the feeling of a virgin's breasts…) This was different from the physical contact he had with female students on the train in the past.

The feeling was completely different. It was as if he was being lured into a sweet swamp.

Beads of sweat trickled down her cleavage, past her heaving abdomen, and into

her thin panties.

"Ugh...ugh," the woman murmured, noticing Kyoji's hand moving downwards as if following the sweat, and began to resist more

forcefully.

"Ugh...ugh." She bit down on the handkerchief in her mouth, wincing in pain, squeezing her legs together, and twisting her hips.

Just as Kyoji's fingers hooked onto the waistband of her panties, the sound of footsteps approached the toilet.

In an instant, the woman's body stiffened. Kyoji's hand also stopped moving, but he immediately resumed his

bolder stance. Taking advantage of the woman's reduced resistance due to fear of being discovered, he forcefully pulled her panties down to her knees,

revealing her dark, inverted triangle-shaped pubic area.

The woman entered the toilet humming a tune, followed by the sound of the door closing, as if she had entered the third stall.

The woman leaned against the wall, breathing silently like a dead person.

He heard the sound of urine falling into the squat toilet.

"You're here to pee too." The woman shook her head, resting her face on her arm. Kyoji noticed

the slight sweat on her neck, which only fueled his desire.

"Don't be shy, just pee. Who comes to the toilet and pees in their underwear?" He removed the rope from the hook

, forcing the resisting woman to squat down. She placed her bound hands in front of her face, lowered her head, and shook them.

He heard the door open, and at the same time, a snoring voice came from inside. She must have gotten it over with this time, as she was still singing lyrics.

Kyoji found it amusing. But the woman squatted there

, making muffled sobs. "I heard women pee while they're urinating." Kyoji looked at her buttocks peeing out from under her shirt and stepped on

the flush valve.

"Pee." The woman just whimpered while squatting.

"I think I can't hold it in any longer than you do." Kyoji's pants were already bulging. As he unzipped his pants, his erect

penis sprang up like a spring, pointing straight up. "If you don't want this thing in your mouth, just pee faster!" Kyoji grabbed

the woman's hair, pulled her face up, and flaunted his vibrating penis.

The woman's eyes widened further, and she let out a weak moan from her throat. She shook her head desperately, as if afraid of having

something .

"Don't do that, just pee quickly." Kyoji naturally wanted to insert it into the woman's mouth, but he had no

experience of forcing her like this before and was worried about being bitten.

The woman's expression became blank, and the tension that had been on her face disappeared. The sound of urinating added a unique noise,

turning the urine yellow. The woman whimpered and made long, drawn-out sounds as she urinated. Near the end,

she no longer resisted the hot penis pressed against her face.

At this moment, Kyoji saw the woman's cheeks turn red and couldn't help but pull the woman, who had just finished urinating, up and turn her buttocks to face

him.

The woman resisted, but lost her balance and had to lean her upper body against the wall for support. This

created a position for the man to penetrate from behind.

Kyoji hugged the woman's slender waist, pulling her snow-white buttocks towards his dark penis.

A muffled .

While Kyoji tightly hugged the woman's slender waist, he tried to insert his erect penis into her narrow

crevice. This effort left him drenched in sweat.

His eventual success was likely due to the woman's exhaustion and eventual surrender.

The woman's vulva was incredibly narrow, almost causing Kyoji's penis pain. Conversely, there was also

a feeling of being enveloped in warm flesh, like returning to his mother's embrace.

Kyoji almost instinctively began thrusting violently. Red fluid flowed from under the woman's arm, dripping

onto the white tiles.

The low sobs became intermittent due to the violent thrusting.

Kyoji's pleasure stemmed from the woman's cries and the writhing of her snow-white buttocks, and he couldn't help but ejaculate.

Stepping out of the restroom, he appreciated the precious coolness outside.

The corridor remained deserted. Kyoji first adjusted his slightly distorted fake mustache, put on his sunglasses, and

felt a surge of exhilarating openness, almost wanting to burst into laughter.

Reaching the first floor, as he walked out of the library's main entrance, the heat and noise outside

enveloped . Kyoji walked happily into the polluted air.

Daiichi Kyoji was a third-year university student majoring in literature. Both his appearance and attire were typical of an urban youth.

On this day, Dainichi Kyoji walked along the gravel road of the newly built residential area. He strode forward. On

such a hot day, one could only walk slowly, almost to the point of being sunburnt, or simply take long strides.

His current appearance was different from that in the library, because he had removed his fake mustache from the restroom at the station. In its place

were large sunglasses that resembled skull eye sockets.

The fake mustache and sunglasses were his two great weapons for completing his transformation.

Dainichi Kyoji lived with his older brother in this newly built upscale residential area. His life was taken care of by his older brother, who had inherited

their father's estate. He supplemented his allowance by working part-time when it was not enough, and he didn't have to worry about anything else.

As he approached his brother's house, a cute voice came from behind the stone wall.

"Big brother." A smile appeared on Kyoji's face.

"Oh, it's Xiaomei." Peeking through the low wall, he saw

a little girl in a pink swimsuit playing in the middle of a plastic pool.

"You're cooling off, aren't you?" Kyoji walked over and squatted down next to the pool. "Let me water you, big brother." Xiaomei

tried to splash water with a goldfish-shaped ladle.

"Thank you, it's so cool..." Kyoji caught the water droplets in his hands and laughed.

"Big brother will water you." "Okay." Xiaomei handed the water ladle to Kyoji. Before even pouring water, she was already

laughing and shrugging her shoulders.

"This feels good, doesn't it?" The water poured onto the girl, dripping down in droplets. Xiaomei

danced with joy, splashing water onto Kyoji's pants, but he didn't care.

"Here...here..." Kyoji laughed and tickled Xiaomei with his index finger, and Xiaomei

rolled around .

"Big brother...no...I'm ticklish..." Seeing the soft body wriggling, Kyoji

's smiling expression turned serious. To change his mood, he continued playing with the little girl.

"Do you want to surrender?" "Surrender...surrender..." Kyoji continued to pour water on Xiaomei. "Xiaomei, what's wrong?" A voice came from the curtains of the French windows. Kyoji saw Xiaomei's mother

wearing only a shirt dress .

"Oh..." she exclaimed in surprise, immediately retreating behind the curtains.

"I thought it was Kyoji." "When I passed by, Mimi called me..." Kyoji's eyes left

the figure behind the curtains, and he stood up.

"Ah... your pants... Mimi, you can't do that." "It's okay, Mimi, bye-bye."

"Is big brother leaving?" "Mimi, you can't..." "But I haven't watered the plants for big brother yet."

"I'll play with you again later." Kyoji glanced at the curtains before leaving.

(This lady is so careless. Not only that, what if someone kidnaps Mimi?)

Kyoji recalled the cleavage he had glimpsed through her shirt dress earlier.

(A woman's skin changes drastically after childbirth.) Kyoji didn't particularly like

the scent , because he couldn't stand the oppressive feeling. Compared to Mimi's house, his brother's

house was more cautious.

First, he had to press the intercom switch by the door.

"Who is this?" a voice came from the intercom.

"This is Kyoji." "Oh, you're back." Only then did he unlock the electric door.

As he took off his shoes in the entryway, his sister-in-law, Hatsuko, who had been talking on the intercom, came out.

Unlike the neighbor's wife, who was only wearing a shirt dress, she wore an apron over her sleeveless plaid dress.

"It must be hot outside." "I'm exhausted." After taking off his shoes, Kyoji looked at his sister-in-law face to face. Her snow-white neck and

arms were dazzling, and he dared not look directly at her.

(There are too many women...) "You're sweating a lot, go take a shower right away." Before Hatsuko could finish speaking, Kyoji

blurted out, "Ah! Oh no..." "What's wrong?" "I forgot my purse! I just realized it." " Where did you

forget it?" "Well..." Kyoji hurriedly put on the shoes he had just taken off.

His sister-in-law's neat appearance even on such a hot day was undoubtedly related to his remembering his purse.

This matter made Kyoji particularly flustered.

"I don't know where I forgot it, and there's no point in looking for it." Hatsuko seemed to find Kyoji's flustered appearance quite

amusing.

"I might remember if I look the way I came back." (Damn it: How could I be so stupid...) Gritting his teeth in anger at

his unexpected carelessness, Kyoji ran back the way he came.

"Where are you going, big brother? Can you take me there?" He was seen by Xiaomei as he passed the door next door, but

he didn't even have time to answer.

(I've lost my mind over something so trivial, how useless...) He remembered that

when he left that woman in the restroom, he was definitely carrying his purse. Where did he put it after that? When he bought the ticket at the station... he was definitely

still holding it, and he also remembered that when he got on the tram, he didn't put it on the shelf, but held it in his arms. There were

very important things inside that he couldn't go, so he probably wouldn't have left it there carelessly.

When did he let his guard down? After getting off the tram, he went into the station restroom, took off his beard, and put it

in his pocket, so it had nothing to do with the beard. Did he take it with him when he left the restroom? On the way home from the station, he went to

a small bookstore. When he took a book off the shelf to read, did he put the purse on the ground? Ignoring the sweat stinging his eyes, Kyoji

strode forward. Beneath his dazed expression, a chill ran down his spine. His briefcase contained various items that revealed his

abnormal desires:

a bundle of thin rope, a gag towel, a whip made from a leather belt, an electric dildo, a dog collar, a dagger,

toilet paper, condoms, basic sadomasochistic magazines, and so on.

These items didn't bear his name; he could deny them. But one item proved Kyoji's

identity:

the manuscripts he'd written down his fantasies on the night before, placed in

an old envelope sent to him. The envelope bore not only his name but also his address.

Kyoji entered the bookstore, his usual spot: at the very back, where the bookstore owner, wearing

reading glasses, always kept a close eye on the erotic publications. He didn't see his black briefcase.

"Have you seen this black briefcase here?" Kyoji wiped the sweat from his brow, mustering his courage to ask the owner, who

looked at him with suspicion.

"Didn't see it." This shopkeeper should know Kyoji, who reads erotic novels every day.

"Thanks..." Kyoji went back to the street.

He searched the restrooms at the train station, but of course, there was nothing there.

In the smelly restroom, Kyoji recalled the shape of that woman's buttocks.

(Perhaps she forgot it in that restroom.) The woman took her briefcase back to her apartment and checked its contents.

Kyoji seemed to see the woman's contemptuous expression, and then she saw the envelope with her name and address written on it.

A chill ran down Kyoji's spine.

Before dusk the next day, Kyoji stood on the street corner where he could monitor the library entrance. Of course, he didn't forget to wear his fake

mustache and sunglasses.

On the hot and dusty sidewalk, many salaried workers wearing ties and carrying their jackets

walked .

They were the ten-year-later version of the bookworms in the library.

Compared to the men's tired expressions, the women seemed liberated and light-footed.

Women emerged from the library entrance in twos and threes. After spotting the woman from yesterday among them, Kyoji

threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

Regardless of the woman's thoughts, her unchanged appearance displeased Kyoji. The fact that she

seemed completely rape was unforgivable to him.

Kyoji began following her through the crowd on the sidewalk. Soon after, he abandoned his plan to approach her

alone .

"Hi! Going home?" The woman's expression changed drastically upon seeing Kyoji's beard and sunglasses.

Seeing this reaction, Kyoji felt a surge of satisfaction.

"I have something to tell you, can you come with me?" The woman merely twitched her lips before shaking her head violently.

Her companion seemed curious about Kyoji's shamelessness and her friend's reaction.

"May I borrow your friend for a moment?" Kyoji offered her companion a friendly look.

"If I bother you, I'll probably be resented later." The round-faced companion

gave .

"No, don't go..." the woman pleaded urgently.

"I have something important to tell you about yesterday. I'm sorry, miss." Kyoji almost...

He forcefully grabbed the woman's arm. The woman's companion seemed puzzled by Kyo's rudeness, but even more afraid of

being implicated. With his beard and sunglasses, he looked every bit the thug.

"Reiko, I'm leaving now," the round-faced woman said with an awkward smile as she left.

Kyo felt the woman's arm trembling.

"Let go of me! I have nothing to do with you," she said in a trembling voice after being led a short distance by Kyo.

"But I do. Even though you said you didn't want to, your friend's suspicion about our relationship won't change

." "If you don't let go of me, I'll scream!" "Suit yourself. But, are you going to tell me this man raped you in the toilet

yesterday ? Lots of people will be interested." The woman bit her lip, glaring at Kyo

, tears welling in her eyes.

Kyo hailed a taxi.

"Which hotel should we take?" the woman, who had been pushed into the car first, called out softly. The taxi started moving.

"No! I want to get out!" "What's the use of saying that now?" Knowing the driver

was peeking in the rearview mirror, Kyoji deliberately pulled the woman into his arms.

Her miniskirt was pulled up, revealing her thighs.

"Stop pretending to be a saint, I've seen everything about you." The woman continued to struggle, trying to push Kyoji

's hands away.

The taxi stopped in front of a small hotel. Under the driver's contemptuous expression, Kyoji forcibly pulled the woman out

of the car. "No! What do you want to do?" Normally, Kyoji wouldn't have been able to do this, but now, his

thuggish attire only emboldened him.

The woman was dragged into the hotel, and when she saw the female staff, she stopped resisting.

After entering the room, Kyoji thought about having to pay a week's wages for coming here, but still gave

an extra tip. When giving the tip, he lightly squeezed the female staff's fingers to show his appreciation. The female staff

glanced at the woman who had her back to him, then nodded to Kyoji.

(You can deal with her slowly. I'll pretend I don't know anything.) After the female staff left, the woman

still kept her hands on her face. This sight made Kyoji feel even more sexy than the one he'd seen in the library.

"Relax, have some tea," Kyoji said, picking up a snack and popping it into his mouth.

"Please let me go back, stop bothering me. What happened yesterday was already too much," the woman said, her back still turned

to Kyoji.

"Just accept your fate. Knowing you were raped in the toilet, no one will care about you anymore." "You've gone too far

..." "So now you just have to listen to me." Kyoji took off his sunglasses, adjusted his fake mustache, and felt a sense of calm in the air-conditioned

room .

As the woman's shoulders trembled, his black hair rippled. Kyoji felt a sense of relief.

"Let me ask you something first. Did I leave my black purse in that toilet?" "I don't know anything about that

." "Did you see what was inside and want to keep it?" "How could I... I

didn't see anything." "That's good." This was what Kyoji had anticipated. Because he remembered

taking at the station or the bookstore. No matter where it was, it seemed impossible for it to ever return to Kyoji's

hands.

Unless the person who finds the envelope sees the address on it and returns it… but there’s no guarantee that the person who finds

it contents.

Kyoji walked up behind the woman and zipped up her dress all the way.

“What are you doing!” Kyoji grabbed the woman’s body and forced her to take off her dress, revealing her white bra.

The woman struggled desperately, but didn’t scream.

“Since you’re here, you’re still disobeying. I’ll make you regret it.” Kyoji’s expression turned fierce as

he slapped the woman’s face two or three times. The woman covered her face with her hands and looked at Kyoji with panicked eyes.

“Do you want to take it off yourself, or tear your clothes and walk back naked?” “I’ll take it off… don’t do it

…” “If you’re going to take it off, hurry up. As long as you’re obedient, the pain will be over by yesterday, and you can even feel

pleasure.” The woman squatted on the tatami and used trembling hands to take off her dress, which had been pulled down to her waist. She was left only

with her bra and panties.

Kyoji, who had originally planned to rape her,

felt .

The woman crossed her arms, looking at Kyoji pleadingly.

"Take everything off," Kyoji said fiercely. After a slight hesitation, the woman reached behind her back and unhooked

the hooks.

She seemed completely resigned to her fate. The way her hands were behind her back, waiting to be tied up, reminded Kyoji of his

missing purse. If he still had the purse, he could certainly play some fun games with it.

The woman took off her bra, lowered her head, and hugged her breasts, as if waiting to make a decision.

"Hurry up!" The woman's hands reflexively went to the waistband of her panties, revealing her round buttocks.

Seeing this, Kyoji also began to take off his own clothes.

"Don't squat there so slowly, come and help me," Kyoji pointed to his waistband.

The woman hesitated, then shook her head vigorously.

"Do you want to get beaten again?" Kyoji walked towards the woman.

"No! No!" The woman covered her face with her hands. Kyoji pulled her hands away, grabbed her hair with one hand, and slapped her with the other.

The woman screamed and fell onto the tatami, her legs involuntarily spreading apart. As the woman tried to get up,

Kyoji grabbed her feet and dragged her around on the tatami mat.

"No...it hurts..." The woman's body rubbed and spun on the tatami, only

her hands remained.

"Spare me...let me go..." "Will you behave?" "Yes..."

When Kyoji released the woman's feet, she immediately curled up on the tatami and began to sob.

Kyoji patiently waited for the woman to begin moving on her own.

After crying for a while, the woman raised her tear-stained face, knelt down in front of Kyoji, and began to undo her belt. After unzipping

the zipper she saw the bulge, gasped, and backed away.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Kyoji grabbed the woman's hair and deliberately pressed the bulge against her face.

"Ugh...no..." "Stop pretending, we're not strangers anymore." The woman

had no choice but to take off Kyoji's pants.

Now Kyoji was only wearing his underwear. The front was bulging high.

"You have to take this off before you can take a shower." Kyoji put his hands on his hips and deliberately thrust his lower body forward.

He saw the woman kneeling before him, her hands covering her face, twisting her body in protest, her erection

seemingly even more pronounced.

Urged on sternly, the woman raised her flushed face and reached for her underwear. Because something was supporting her,

she couldn't just pull it down all at once; she had to press down on what was holding her underwear down, but making that

decision was another struggle.

"That's a man's second life; you can't just move around like that." Finally, he managed to push the hot penis

to his abdomen with one hand and pull down his underwear with the other. Even

with this movement, the woman's breasts were already stiff, her nipples erect, and her shoulders rose and fell with her breath.

(This woman might be a lecherous woman, perhaps,) Kyoji thought, reaching under her armpit and

pulling her up. As he stood up, his penis touched the woman's inner thigh. She let out a soft scream, but didn't

resist further.

When he came out of the bathroom, this woman named Yabe Reiko was completely submissive.

"Seeing all these tiles reminded me of yesterday." These words made Reiko give up her last bit of resistance.

The bathroom tiles were different from the toilet, but both felt unclean, as if countless women

's excrement had seeped into them.

Soaking in the hot water, Reiko's heart seemed to soften. Kyoji felt the same way; his initial urge to be violent

gradually turned into the attitude of a normal couple.

In the cramped bathtub, embraced by Kyoji, her body caressed, and kissed repeatedly,

Reiko unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder.

As they washed each other after getting out of the bathtub, Reiko whispered, "Whatever you want. Completely whatever you say

." "Then wash this part for me." Kyoji turned to face Reiko. Reiko's eyes blurred, her face flushed,

but she didn't refuse. "No sponge, wash by hand." "This…" Reiko looked at Kyoji with moist eyes

. Her smooth body made a squirming motion. When his hand touched his penis, she turned her face away.

Kyoji felt an intense pleasure he couldn't experience in the hands of a Thai bath girl. He couldn't help but moan, grabbing Reiko's head

with both hands .

Reiko glanced at Kyoji, then lightly grasped his penis and began to rub it up and down.

Reiko's movements subtly varied in strength. An indescribable pleasure surged

up .

It was hard to believe that Reiko possessed the skills of a Thai bath girl; to have a woman who was a stranger just yesterday doing this was truly unbelievable. This, however, allowed Reiko's clumsy movements to exert tremendous force. Soon, Reiko's

fear and shame vanished. She became interested in the strange vibrating creature in her hands.

She lifted the penis with one hand to rub it, while the other hand, lathered with soap, gently massaged his scrotum. She also lightly rubbed the penis in various places.

Perhaps curious about the smooth glans, she used her soap-covered palm to rub it. Kyoji

couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.

As Reiko gradually revealed her seductive posture, Kyoji felt an inexplicable impatience.

His clumsy technique, seemingly unable to ejaculate, was losing its novelty over time.

"You're so clumsy!" "But…" Reiko's eyes held resentment. This expression only fueled Kyoji's impatience.

(That can't be right. Where did that almost unbearable feeling

go yesterday in the library restroom? This woman is dead.) "Enough!" Kyoji shook off Reiko's hand and got into the bathtub. Reiko

still held up her soapy hands, her eyes like those of a slave trying to please a man.

When Kyoji brought Reiko, who was only wearing a towel, back to the bedroom, he saw the sash of her bathrobe by the pillow.

"Stand by that pillar, take off the towel, and be naked." Kyoji pushed Reiko's shoulder.

Reiko was startled by Kyoji's change of heart and stood in front of the pillar with a tearful expression.

Kyoji turned the lamp up, shining it on Reiko's naked body from below.

"Don't do this... have mercy on me..." Her snow-white naked body writhed in the light.

"Put your hands behind your back, expose your whole body." "Please... don't do this..." "Hurry

up !" Hearing Kyoji's roar, Reiko put her hands behind her back. As Kyoji stared at her naked body, Reiko

still couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.

"I want to see your shy expression. If you don't obey, I'll tie you up." Kyoji

's excitement reached its peak as he said he would tie her up, and he took out the sash of his bathrobe and swung it around in his hand.

"I'll listen to you, don't tie me up..." Reiko sobbed, assuming the position as Kyoji commanded.

"You have very little pubic hair, almost none." "Ah..." Reiko squeezed her legs

together pubic hair almost invisible.

"Actually, I prefer it like this. Next time, I'll bring the tools and shave it all off for you." "No...

I don't want to see..." Reiko covered her face again, squatted down, and twisted her body like a spoiled child.

"I haven't said we can change positions." "But... just looking like this..." "

What else do you want me to do?" "I don't know!" "Okay, let's do it like this." Kyoji pulled Reiko over and pushed her down

onto the sheets to lie face down.

Then he straddled Reiko, twisting his hands behind her back.

"No...don't tie me up..." "Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted with you?" "That's...ah...

it hurts..." Reiko kicked her legs violently in pain.

"You're the most suitable person to be humiliated like this." "No...ah...don't do this..." He passed the remaining belt

across her chest, forming a standard binding. It was his first time binding a woman, but he was

very .

"Stand up." "Is that all? Spare me..." Kyoji forcibly pulled Reiko to the pillar and

tied her to it with another belt.

"Don't look...don't look!" Reiko's body was burning hot, and she kept squeezing her legs together and twisting.

Although she turned her face away, she still secretly watched Kyoji's reaction.

"You kept saying no, so what's going on?" Kyoji flicked the

pink with his finger.

"It hurts..." Reiko twisted her body, revealing her snow-white throat.

"Ah...please..." Her head, which had been turned away, began to tilt back, her eyes slightly closed, her red lips parted

to seduce the man.

"You seem to be getting sexy." Reiko seemed to no longer hear what the other person was saying, her breathing becoming more and more rapid, and she kept

twisting her hips.

Kyoji embraced Reiko, holding her close to the pillar, sucking on her red lips and kneading her breasts. Reiko let out a soft moan,

willingly offering her tongue to the man's mouth.

"Ah... let me go..." Reiko shook her head, pulling away from Kyoji's mouth. She tried to squeeze her legs together to resist Kyoji

's hands, but it was impossible. When he touched her clitoris, Reiko's whole body tensed.

"Not there..." she pleaded, wriggling her hips as if unable to resist.

As Kyoji's fingers pressed harder, the foreskin of her clitoris peeled back, releasing a cheesy smell.

"This is the clitoris..." Kyoji pinched it with unusual pleasure. "It hurts... be gentle."

He silenced Reiko's whining, furrowed brow with his lips, having reached his limit of endurance.

Unbound, Reiko couldn't stand, collapsing weakly onto the sheets. Kyoji pushed her down, making her lie on her back, and

pounced on her. The sensation of his penis being surrounded by hot, wet flesh made Kyoji roar like a wild beast,

thrusting even deeper.

Reiko's inner thighs were soaked, but it was only the second time, so it hurt. Each time Kyoji

thrust in, her body arched backward, her head protruding from the sheets, almost touching

the water bottle .

Reiko endured this second ordeal to the very end.

"Please, a little slower... ah... it hurts like this..." This pitiful plea

excited Kyoji more than the sensation of penetration.

Reiko, too, hoped to find a glimmer of pleasure amidst the pain, gritting her teeth and enduring. When Kyoji's semen spurted

inside, she felt an intense pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced. Hundreds of times stronger than the pleasure from masturbation. "Don't abandon me, don't abandon me..." Reiko kept pleading

, her hands, marked with red rope, clinging to Kyoji's neck . 　　Kyoji stared at the ceiling, letting Reiko's legs wrap around his body. 　　Between their tightly pressed bodies, the sweat gradually cooled. 　　"What are you thinking about?" Seeing that Kyoji didn't react, Reiko shook his body. 　　(Yes, what am I thinking?) Reiko's head rested against Kyoji's chest, her hair feeling cool. 　　Kyoji closed his eyes, stroking Reiko's hair. Reiko hummed softly, seemingly pleased, pressing her face against his chest. 　　He gently rubbed against her. 　　"Mmm..." Kyoji hugged Reiko's body tighter, humming softly. He seemed to see a woman beckoning to him from behind Reiko's body —his sister-in-law, Hatsuko.

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