Sweet Game

The
wedding banquet was reaching its climax. Except for the bride and groom, who sat with their backs to the golden screen, everyone was engaged in lively conversation in a joyful atmosphere. Laughter filled the air, and some were giving congratulatory speeches that no one was listening to.
"It's truly spectacular! It's like gathering all the leaders of the prefecture's education sector together! Amazing!"
Hearing the head of education say this, Hamamoto Seizo hurriedly swallowed the meat in his mouth.
"We seem to be the odd ones out here."
He regretted using the plural "we" immediately after saying this, and sure enough, the head of education turned away, clearly displeased.
(Hmph! Just because they were invited to this event, they think they're one of the heads of the prefecture's education sector?)
Hamamoto Seizo chuckled inwardly, downing his drink in one gulp.
Almost all the guests were people connected to the education sector, and all of them were important figures: the prefectural education bureau chief, the city education bureau chief, the chairman and members of the prefectural council's education committee, and principals of elementary and middle schools. Not only the guests, but most of their relatives were also connected to the education sector.
(Their family now holds sway over the county's education system!)
Qing San couldn't help but admire them, but unlike the director of education beside him, he wasn't intimidated. He filled his glass and drank heartily, feeling relaxed and at ease as no one spoke to this seemingly outcast.
Qing San, representing the school's faculty, had been invited along with the director of education to attend the principal's adopted daughter's wedding. This marriage was complicated and needed clarification.
The principal was only forty, younger than the forty-three-year-old Qing San. Everyone whispered behind his back that his rapid rise was due to marrying the education commissioner's daughter as a second wife. However, shortly after marrying his twenty-six-year-old second wife, he adopted the niece of the municipal education commissioner. This adopted daughter then married the wife's brother, making him, by blood, the brother of the principal and his wife, but by legal status, the adopted daughter's husband.
There were other men in the world; why do this? Of course, it was to control the education system and expand his nepotism. The rumors circulating behind this weren't entirely unfounded. The question is, why is such a young principal in such a hurry to adopt a daughter? His deceased ex-wife had no children, but his second wife is still young and having children shouldn't be a problem. Given this, why the rush to adopt a daughter?! On this point, the public opinion is almost unanimously in agreement: the highly shrewd principal might be impotent in that area—that's everyone's guess.
Therefore, leaving his property to his wife is much better than giving it to outsiders; it would also bring her comfort. Those attending the event had various speculations in their minds, but outwardly they were still happily drinking. Amidst this noise, Hamamoto Seizo isolated himself, casting his slightly drunken gaze at the bride.
(She looked particularly beautiful today, her seemingly innocent, shyly bowed head perfectly suited to her look…)
The bride, wearing a white wedding dress, didn't touch the dishes in front of her, maintaining a bowed posture throughout. Occasionally, when the groom spoke to her, she responded with a faint smile, her pearl necklace gleaming beautifully under the colored lights.
(Heh heh, that woman is a woman after all, she's quite the actress.)
Seizo couldn't help but lick his slightly tipsy lips at the bride's innocent, feminine demeanor.
(If only he could bind her up like this... a snow-white disguise, turn her body upside down, exposing the dark hair between her thighs... not just the dark area... but also those fleshy pink lips, and that sticky nectar...)
As he fantasized, he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. Reflexively, his eyes began to scan his surroundings for a suitable target. Among the many relatives and friends were middle and high school students, displaying a voracious appetite. He knew from the moment he entered the venue that his target, Kimura Hiroko, was among them.
(If she goes to the restroom, I'll have a chance...)
Seizo's eyes kept darting to the girl who could easily be his daughter, and he felt anxious. Hiroko Kimura, the principal's cousin (essentially his wife's cousin), is a second-year high school student. Today, she's wearing a dark blue dress with white lace collar and cuffs, her hair slightly curled and tied with a wide white ribbon.
Perhaps it's the dress, or perhaps it's the relaxed atmosphere of being with her friends and family, but she looks younger than usual, and her face appears even more beautiful in the lively atmosphere.
(She seems to be deliberately avoiding looking in my direction...)
Seizo finds it amusing, but also feels a strong urge to forcefully pull her away. Watching her jaw move as she eats meat reminds him of something, and he can barely contain himself. Just then, as if God knew Seizo's urgent desire and granted his request, Hiroko wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked towards the exit from the back of the crowd. Seizo also seemed to leave his seat naturally.
Today
is a great day; in the red-carpeted corridor, elegantly dressed men and women constantly come and go. Seizo quickly catches up with Hiroko. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. Hiroko turned around, her face instantly draining of color.
"Are you going to the restroom?"
She looked at Seizo with fear, nodding slightly.
"Let's go together!"
Seizo put his arm around Hiroko's waist, forcing her forward.
"Please spare me..."
Hiroko pleaded weakly, seemingly unable to walk. Seizo didn't answer, instead issuing a command in a deep voice.
"When we get near the restroom, pretend you're unwell and lean on me, understand?"
"That kind of thing..."
"Just lower your head and hug your stomach, leave the rest to me."
"You say that, but..."
She tried to break free from Seizo's grasp, but he obeyed as if resigned to his fate. She abruptly lowered her head, whether from entering the restroom or not wanting passersby to see her tears, it was unclear!
"Let's begin!"
Pushed by Qing San, Hiroko bent over, leaning against him. In this position, Qing San led her into the men's restroom. This was his calculation; a woman entering a men's restroom would attract less attention than a man entering a women's restroom. And by holding her tightly, he avoided any mishaps.
Only one man in a suit was urinating in the men's restroom.
"Just throw it all up,"
Qing San said, seemingly patting Hiroko's back. He deliberately spoke this way so the man could hear him as he led her into the stall. The man seemed to understand the situation and shifted his gaze. Qing San closed the stall door after the man left.
"What do you want to do?"
Hiroko looked up at Qing San with a mournful face. Qing San hugged her tightly.
"No..."
she whispered, struggling at the same time.
"Try screaming loudly, you'll be embarrassed!"
he threatened, kissing her from her neck to her jaw. Hiroko whispered no, her body disappearing with the force.
"Because you look so cute, I couldn't resist."
She gently nibbled on her adorable pink earlobe, speaking passionately.
"Is it because this is Noriko's wedding ceremony that you made this place all wet?"
Her right hand encircled her waist, while her left hand slipped under her skirt, lecherously touching the front of her panties.
"No..."
Hiroko began to cry.
"Hehe, you were right, weren't you? I heard all women attending weddings are like this..."
Touching the slightly bulging part of her underwear, Hiroko's swaying body leaned weakly against Seizo. When Seizo lifted her chin, Hiroko seemed to have difficulty breathing and closed her eyes. Seizo sucked hard on her lips, which trembled with unease, shame, and an involuntary surge of emotion!
Her breasts, pressed against her chest, heaved more violently, and Hiroko's tightly closed lips began to relax, her tongue seemingly tentatively reaching out. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the tiled floor outside. Seizo looked up and loosened the front of his pants.
"You do it!"
"In a place like this?"
Her tearful eyes showed confusion, but Hiroko had become a vulnerable woman, blinking weakly as she grasped that "thing" with her slender fingers. Seizo gently moved his body back and forth, simultaneously asking to kiss that "thing." Hiroko's eyes seemed to blur, her beautiful nose flaring with excitement.
As Seizo pressed down on her shoulders, Hiroko squatted down, her lovely lips almost splitting open as she took that "thing" into her mouth, the ribbon in her hair trembling slightly. The
sight of such a pure and beautiful young woman performing this act in the men's restroom at a wedding ceremony filled Seizo with immense ecstasy. He felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, barely able to stand. He tried to distract himself from the footsteps outside or the flushing of the toilet next door, but his efforts had their limits.
Seizo quickly backed away, then turned Hiroko around, lifting her skirt high.
"Please, have mercy on me..."
Hiroko leaned against the wall, her voice barely audible.
"You're already like this, and you still say no?"
Seizo pulled her panties down to her knees, teasing her while stroking her round buttocks and the wet front of her panties.
"Ah...so embarrassing..."
Hiroko couldn't help but sob softly as her wetness was touched. Her still-childlike, snow-white buttocks, exposed only through her clothes, seemed even more sexy to Seizo.
"Ah..."
The intense intrusion caused Hiroko to twist her back and grab the wall. Seizo pushed her face against the wall.
"Ah! This is too much..."
Hiroko swallowed her sobs, crying uncontrollably at this humiliation.
"Put your hands behind your back!"
"How can you do that now..."
Her resistance was weak. Hiroko pressed her face even harder against the wall, supporting her upper body, and crossed her hands over her waist. Seizo took out handcuffs he always carried and cuffed Hiroko's hands together.
(Without this, I can't get fully aroused. Maybe I'm impotent like the principal.)
This feeling of distress flashed through Seizo's mind, and then, as if to drive away the thought, he quickened his movements, reaching under her clothes to grasp Hiroko's breasts.
There were still hurried footsteps outside the door. When
San
returned to his seat, the bride had already changed her clothes, as if she had secretly seen him return.
(Because Hiroko and I left together, she might be overthinking things.)
San felt a little cold and quickly drank some wine.
The dean of studies was talking to the education committee member next to him, seemingly exchanging pleasantries. The bald spot on the back of his head was slightly red from the wine, making his barely visible hair look even more comical. Someone across from him started singing.
At that moment, San noticed the bride's gaze turn towards the doorway. Following her gaze, he saw Hiroko walk in with her head down. She was dressed neatly, her hair perfectly combed, and although she looked shy, her expression was cheerful.
(Noriko probably sensed it.)
Sure enough, San's eyes met the bride's. Her face twitched slightly, and her red lips seemed to move as if she wanted to say something.
(Teacher, you're still so quick.)
That's what her eyes said. San smiled smugly and raised his glass to her.
The bride, Noriko, was also Seizo's student. They had a relationship during high school, and it has continued to this day. Besides them, the only other person in the room who knows this is Hiroko. This fact gives Seizo a sense of superiority, and if he could, he really wants to shout it out to everyone here.
This good-for-nothing man, a middle-aged man with no outstanding looks or charm, and whose hair is starting to thin, is shamelessly venting his frustrations in private, and of course, no one will know.
(Heh heh, just you wait and see...)
Because no one pays attention to him, he feels lonely, which makes Seizo even more pleased with his secret.
(This dean of students is not only older than the principal, but also older than me. To be a principal for a few more years before retirement, I have to bow and scrape to those powerless education committee members. I never want to become that pathetic...)
Seizo's thoughts naturally lead him to look from the back of the table, where he first sees the expressionless Hiroko, and then Noriko's mother-in-law, the principal's wife. The young and beautiful mother, dressed in a formal gown, watched the wedding banquet unfold, constantly attending to those around her. Her face, though showing signs of nervousness, possessed a certain poise befitting a principal's wife, despite her youth.
(Serving the guests is important, madam, but watch your step, it's your turn now!)
A slightly tipsy man, Seizo, forced a more strained smile, his already shabby face etched with alcohol, though he was secretly pleased with himself.
(The first time was with Miss Noriko, now your sister-in-law; the second was with your cousin Hiroko; and now it's your turn. All the obstacles have been cleared; you can't escape...)
The principal's wife returned the congratulatory smiles with the guests, covering her mouth with her snow-white finger adorned with a diamond ring, smiling elegantly.
(Anyway, women are really good at pretending. Noriko acted like a virgin while having sex with me, and even became a bride. Hiroko, who's a high school student, seems to have forgotten the moans she just made, and is talking to her relatives with their acne-covered faces. And you, madam, the way you put on that show is really pretty, hehehehe.....)
Seizo muttered to himself, turning his gaze to the seats of the woman's relatives. Among the group of men, women, and children there was a particularly obese man around fifty years old, Noriko's uncle, Kadota, who was the chairman of the education committee at the city government. When Seizo saw him, his eyes revealed a mixture of inferiority and deliberate arrogance.
(You seemed so nonchalant there, but the whole thing started because of you. I don't know if you're just unlucky or I'm just incredibly lucky, but if that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have dared to even think about the principal's wife. At most, I'd just get a female student...)
Seizo looked at the bride, her uncle, the education committee chairman, and the principal's wife, and thought back to a night two months ago. That day,
Seizo
had invited Noriko to dinner, and then they went to a large, lively café. Most of the customers were young couples.
"You must feel embarrassed coming to a place like this with an unremarkable middle-aged man like me, right?"
Seizo said to Noriko, who was bowing her head and barely speaking. These weren't words of comfort; he had deliberately chosen this café for that purpose.
"No, I don't."
Noriko gave Seizo a resentful look.
"So, are you touched because I forced you to do something embarrassing?"
"Ugh."
"What's wrong? Are you blushing?"
Noriko involuntarily covered her face with her hands. It was when Noriko had just graduated from junior college. Their relationship, which had continued since high school, had reached a point where they understood each other perfectly.
"Look, that young man in that seat is staring at Noriko like a lovesick fool, ignoring his girlfriend!"
"You're lying to me!"
Noriko covered her face and shook her shoulders, disagreeing.
"Ah, I really want that young man to see how he looks at this woman with such longing and yearning, and how he cries with joy when I strip her naked and tie her up..."
"You're bullying me..."
Noriko looked at Seizo with teary eyes through her fingers covering her face.
Indeed, Noriko's beauty was exceptional. Her oval face possessed a classical beauty, but her melancholic beauty and slender, graceful figure exuded a captivating allure that would stimulate any man's senses.
When Noriko was still a high school student, Seizo violently raped her during a tutoring session, also because he was seduced by the allure of her beauty, causing his masculine instincts to reach an uncontrollable point. Furthermore, Seizo sensed a masochistic urge in Noriko. His subsequent "training" was completely successful.
"Go to the toilet and put this in."
Seizo took a banana from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"I don't want it, this kind of thing..."
"Don't pretend to be elegant, you've been sitting there restless for a while now..."
"But..." Noriko turned her face away, speaking softly. "If it's just taking off my underwear..."
"You'll catch a cold if you don't wear underwear." Seizo toyed with the curved banana, a malicious smile on his face.
"Use this to plug it, and it will gradually get warm, so you won't catch a cold."
"How annoying, you always think about things like this. It's so unlucky to be your student."
"Don't talk big, take it to the toilet."
When he forced her to pick up the banana, Noriko's beautiful cheeks began to flush.
"You're going to... do it like that... until... when..."
Noriko seemed afraid of being seen, hiding the banana, and then asked softly.
"Until it absorbs the flavor."
"No..."
"If it absorbs quickly, you can take it out sooner and eat it."
Hearing such lewd words, Noriko looked at Seizo with even more moisture in her eyes. Her body became even more restless.
Just as Noriko stood up to go to the toilet, she suddenly sat down again, turning her beautiful face to the other side.
"What's wrong?"
Seizo asked, knowing that Noriko didn't want anyone to see, and when he looked towards the door to answer this question, he also quickly turned his face away. The two people who appeared at the door saw that the downstairs was full, so they went up the spiral staircase next to it. After stealing a glance, Seizo turned back to Noriko, whose once rosy complexion had turned pale.
"I never expected to run into the principal's wife in a place like this. Who's the man with her?"
"My uncle." "
Is he the one who's the chairman of the education committee?"
"Yes..."
The high school was a prefectural school, so it had nothing to do with the city education committee, and Seizo didn't know Noriko's uncle.
"I remember the principal is on a business trip to Tokyo starting today. While her husband is away, his wife is with another man..."
At this moment, Seizo suddenly remembered the rumor that the principal was impotent.
"What a surprise..." Noriko suddenly began to speak as if she were a different person. "The last time I heard my aunt complain to my mother that my uncle often had affairs, but she didn't seem to know what kind of woman the other woman was, so it must be... He's a very kind and gentle uncle to me..."
Noriko's beautiful eyes filled with tears, and her face suddenly darkened, turning into a sad expression.
"My uncle wants me to go there to be his adopted daughter."
"The place you're talking about... you mean the principal?"
Noriko's tears finally fell, and she nodded in agreement. Seizo's eyes widened in surprise.
"That man is outrageous, wanting to send his niece to the woman he's having an affair with to be his adopted daughter..."
"How despicable, what does he take me for..."
Noriko took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, her beautiful shoulders trembling. Just then, a plan formed in Seizo's mind, and he no longer cared about the banana.
"You should go back first."
"What is the teacher going to do?"
"I'm going to follow them and find out their relationship."
"And then?"
"Then we'll see what we're planning."
"Can I go to the teacher's place?"
"It's fine for you to go, but a student council member is coming at 7:30 tonight. It's a coincidence, it's the principal's wife who asked her to come, it seems to be her cousin. If I get back late, you can keep her company for me."
"No problem."
Noriko's eyes seemed to have forgotten that she had just shed tears, and now they shone with a beautiful light. After paying the bill and letting Noriko go home, the two people came down from the second floor. A short while later, Kiyosan also went out.
In the approaching dusk, the two walked side-by-side, the imposing Kadona and the charming principal's wife looking like a well-matched couple. No, judging by their ages, they were a loving father and daughter.
(Damn it, I thought young women could tolerate impotent husbands, but it turns out they enjoy it behind the scenes. The principal became principal so young, probably because of his wife's sleeping skills, so he had to turn a blind eye...)
Kiyosan gritted his teeth, not out of a sense of justice, but out of hatred for someone who had fallen from grace. He felt pathetic for having gotten his hands on such a young, inexperienced woman.
(I really want to see that beautiful, talented woman, pinned down by that tall body on the bed, wondering what kind of moans she would make.)
As if reflecting his reverie, the two people in front of him walked into the alley behind the bustling street, where there were all sorts of love hotels, and many young couples embracing each other passed by.
The two people in front of him suddenly disappeared into the door of a hotel.
(Just as I thought...)
Seizo acted as if it were nothing, and passed by the door of that hotel. At this moment, he had made up his mind.
Seizo
lived in an old two-bedroom apartment. He had been married once, but divorced because he discovered that his wife was having an affair. Since then, Seizo had a belief that women should be tied up with ropes and whipped, but that depended on whether there were such women. Noriko sat alone in the three-tatami-square living room waiting. When she saw Seizo return, she hurriedly helped him change his clothes and made tea with the hot water she had prepared.
"Just as I predicted, I saw them go into the hotel."
Seizo said while sipping his tea, and Noriko seemed completely unsurprised.
"I have a favor to ask of you."
"What is it?"
"Please agree to the marriage that uncle arranged for you."
"No, even if my teacher said so, I wouldn't agree."
"That's why I'm begging you."
"No."
"Why?"
"Although I don't know why my uncle did this, I don't want to have such an unclean marriage."
Tears welled up in Noriko's beautiful eyes again.
"You're already tainted. It's a battle between two tainted people. Don't you understand?" "
..."
"Whether you want it or not..."
A crazy light suddenly shone in Seizo's eyes, revealing a fierce personality beneath his shabby appearance, completely transforming him into a different person.
"But..."
Facing the fearful Noriko, Seizo overturned the tea table in front of him, pinning Noriko beneath it, her slender legs kicking wildly. Seizo kicked away the teacup and teapot that had fallen to the ground, then pulled Noriko up from the floor.
"Spare me..."
he pleaded, slapping her repeatedly across the face. Her hair, which had been combed back, came loose and fell across Noriko's pale face. She stopped resisting, letting him hit her, tears streaming down her face and scattering in droplets. Soon, Noriko collapsed weakly onto the tatami mat, and Seizo straddled her, beginning to undress her.
"No..."
she whispered, her body tensing, but her top was quickly pulled off, revealing her trembling, snow-white shoulders.
"Aren't some students coming?"
she seemed to have given up resisting, letting Seizo remove her clothes.
"That's why I'm doing this, so she'll see you like this."
"No! I don't want to!"
Her body, which had previously given up resistance, suddenly regained its strength, and she tried to escape, but her skirt was pulled down, and the straps of her petticoat broke.
Left only in her bra and panties, Noriko was then bound with the rope she often used. Her hands were tied behind her back, her head drooping as if exhausted, only her snow-white shoulders still trembling. Her breasts, covered by a bra, were irregularly shaped due to the ropes binding them.
Seizo kicked open the paper door of the bedroom, made Noriko stand up, tied her to a wooden post, then grabbed her drooping hair, pulled her face up, and forcefully sucked on her still panting mouth. Noriko's slender neck was still trembling as she cried. But she responded to the man's kiss with a passionate attitude.
"How about it? Doing this in front of a high school girl..."
Seizo brushed his disheveled hair aside, laughing as he panted.
"Please don't do that, spare me..."
Her face, flushed red from the slap and excitement, now lowered as she pleaded.
"If you don't want that, then promise me what I just said."
Seizo wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck as he whispered in her ear.
"That kind of thing... is impossible... absolutely not..."
"Then, there's no other way..."
Seizo released Noriko's body, squatted down, and pulled her panties down to her heels.
"Spare me... don't do such a cruel thing..."
Noriko squeezed her legs together and cried, but her cries showed no sign of resistance. Seizo lifted her legs, took off her panties, and bound her legs together in a position where they were hugging a wooden post. This forced Noriko's legs apart, and her body arched forward, revealing a tuft of black pubic hair at the apex of her protruding lower abdomen. Her trembling appearance was particularly pitiful. Noriko
lowered her head and let out a soft sob, a cry that would inevitably arouse the sadistic tendencies of a male.
"You can reflect on yourself like this for a while."
Seizo stroked the trembling groin of Noriko's thighs, and Noriko's plaintive cries began to rise. Her knees trembled, and glistening liquid dripped from the base of her snow-white thighs...
Seizo straightened his robe, set the tea table, and took the tea set that had fallen to the floor to the kitchen. He also wiped up the water on the floor, ready to welcome guests at any time. Then he sat down and carefully looked at the sobbing Noriko.
Noriko's body appeared very thin when clothed, but quite voluptuous when naked. In particular, the sexiness of her breasts and slender waist enhanced the beauty of her entire body, making her look less than twenty-one years old. Noriko, bound and exposed to the lustful gaze of men, exuded an indescribable allure with her writhing and uneasy demeanor.
"Something wants to be inserted here, it's itching unbearably, isn't it?"
A wet look appeared from beneath her disheveled hair, as if she resented Seizo for not doing anything for her. Her knees trembled more violently, and her pink vulva appeared even more wet in the dark shadows. "If you don't agree soon, the students will be here. You're a masochist; maybe you prefer doing embarrassing things in front of strange girls."
Seizo teased Noriko with these words while slowly sliding his dildo from her calf to her thigh. The skin touched by the dildo spasmed as if in a cramp, her knees clenching intermittently. But soon she seemed exhausted and let Seizo do as he pleased. Noriko could only groan when she cried, but occasionally it would turn into a sharp scream, because of the attack on her delicate, sensitive skin. "No, not there... please!" "You bastard, now is not the time for you to enjoy yourself." "But... but..." Each time he did this, Noriko would twist her lower abdomen, and her vulva would ooze nectar, drawing a bright line on her thigh. Seizo's attack skillfully avoided the core, lingering around it. In this heightened atmosphere, as if deliberately, the doorbell rang. Noriko was startled, letting out a soft cry before closing her lips. "What are you going to do?" "Too early, ten minutes left." Seizo glanced at his watch, his jaw dropping, but he didn't show any confusion. "Let's just finish this once and for all." "Please, let me go... really, I don't want to, it's too embarrassing..." Her beautiful eyes pleaded. "It's alright, that person will soon be just like you, and then you'll be so excited your eyes will be blazing with fury." Perhaps it was Seizo who should be excited. In the past, besides Noriko, several female students had fallen victim to his cruelty, but he had never made two women face to face before. The doorbell rang again. "Coming right away!" Seizo shouted, then lifted Noriko's face with his hand. "Are you angry?" Seizo would occasionally speak in a gentle tone when he didn't expect it. Through her teary eyes, Noriko saw an impatient look in Seizo's eyes. She slowly closed her eyes. "Kiss me..." Noriko raised her head.

"Noriko is mine, no matter what happens..."
"I'm so happy..."
If that's the case, why force her into a marriage she doesn't want to have! Before asking this question, Noriko was intoxicated by Seizo's first use of words of love, and the two kissed passionately.
When Seizo opened the door, Hiroko Kimura's prepared smile suddenly froze. Seeing Seizo's disheveled hair and the front of his robe open, he looked particularly unusual, and the scent of Noriko clinging to him stimulated her sensitive olfactory senses.
"Come in, because I need to prepare something,"
Seizo said, ignoring Hiroko's reaction. Hiroko hesitated, taking off her shoes, and Seizo closed and locked the door behind her. They usually did their homework in the living room. Following her past habit, Hiroko opened the paper door herself without waiting for Seizo to lead the way. Taking a step closer, she saw Noriko, screamed, and started backing away.
"The preparation I was talking about is this," Seizo said, hugging Noriko tightly from behind.
"No! Let me go!"
Her schoolbag fell to the ground, the impact so great that she couldn't even put up a fight.
"For the sake of your future, just watch carefully."
He picked up the still struggling Hiroko and carried her into the room, then threw her to the ground.
"No! No... no, no..."
Hiroko saw that her teacher had completely transformed into a different person, and her eyes widened in fear.
"You've already seen it, so I can't just let you go back empty-handed."
He twisted Hiroko's arms behind her back, and Hiroko spoke sternly.
"It's the teacher's fault..."
"Your fate was bad from the moment you came here."
He pressed his knee down hard on Hiroko's back, and the rope he had prepared immediately bound her hands.
"Spare me... don't tie me up..."
Hiroko began to cry as her hands were tied behind her back. He helped her up and stuffed a towel into her mouth. He then made her sit cross-legged and tied her legs together as well. Her miniskirt had already been pulled down to her thighs, revealing her snow-white underwear. Kiyozo lifted Hiroko, who was in this state, onto a chair, tied the end of the rope binding her hands to the back of the chair, and then presented her to Noriko.
Hiroko turned her head away, unable to bear looking at another woman, and continued to sob.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Kiyozo turned Hiroko's face forward, her tearful eyes enduring pain and shame, pleading for forgiveness.
"This woman is called Noriko, and like you, she came here to study, but you understand the situation now, don't you?"
Kiyozo pointed to Noriko's exposed parts, and Noriko's body trembled. She turned her flushed face away, and Hiroko screamed through her inability to make a sound, forcefully turning her head to try to push Kiyozo's hands away.
"You are a virgin, and you've masturbated, haven't you? With such a good body, of course!"
Hiroko's struggle was almost frantic. Although she wasn't fully exposed, her chest and abdomen were already in a vulnerable state, seemingly unbearable for her.
As if toying with her feelings, Seizo's fingers began to unbutton Hiroko's blouse, leaving her breasts unbound so that it would be easy to undress her.
"Noriko is naked; it's unfair if Hiroko is dressed."
Her blouse was pulled down to her wrists behind her back, and the straps of her petticoat were pulled down as well. Her breasts, which appeared fuller than her age, trembled under her bra.
"Now, you will see a woman's true joy, and you will know that it is a very beautiful thing."
Seizo stood up while stroking Hiroko's inner thigh. "She's a very cute girl, isn't she?"
Seizo stood beside Noriko and whispered in her ear. "Teacher, you're going too far..." "You were like that back then, but later..." "Please don't say that..." "As a senior, you should behave well." "You're going too far..." Although Noriko glared at Seizo with resentment, her eyes were already filled with passion as she turned her beautiful, rosy face away. Seizo hugged Noriko from behind, even the wooden pillar, and began to caress Noriko's breasts. Noriko sighed and began to writhe. Was this an act she was putting on for Hiroko as a senior, or was it genuine? Even Noriko herself couldn't tell. "Ah... Teacher!" She kept caressing her breasts or pinching her nipples, refusing to touch her lower body, so Noriko made an impatient sound, writhing her hips as if coaxing him. Hiroko glanced at Noriko, saw her wanton figure, and nervously turned her head away again, her cute knees trembling slightly as if expressing her unbearable sorrow. "Would you like to kiss me?" Seizo asked, deliberately letting Hiroko hear him. Noriko immediately opened her mouth, and Seizo sucked hard, his hand slowly moving downwards. "Oh..." Noriko made a sweet sound, spreading her legs as if deliberately exposing her engorged petals, then writhing her hips forcefully as if demanding faster action. As if deliberately trying to make her anxious, Seizo's fingers gently caressed the dark, tender pubic hair before sliding away again. "Please don't rush me... hurry up..." "What do you want me to do?" "Don't make me say those embarrassing things... I'm going crazy..." "How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?" "There! Right there... harder... okay..." Even Seizo was surprised by Noriko's increasingly lewd behavior. He even felt a sense of fear at having trained her into such a masochist. Hiroko seemed to have forgotten her shame, her eyes fixed on Noriko writhing in lewd poses. Her innocent eyes were moist with shyness, her breasts, barely covered by her bra, heaved violently. When Seizo's fingers parted the wet petals and invaded, her body stiffened as if electrocuted. Seizo, while stealing glances at her out of the corner of his eye, played with Noriko's clitoris. Sobbing moans escaped from Hiroko's stuffed mouth, her spread thighs seemingly instinctively making obscene movements. (She must have a lot of masturbation experience!) Seizo smiled smugly; this would make training easier. ".....Okay...Teacher...Noriko...almost there..." Noriko's hips thrust back and forth, emitting sounds that stimulated the listener's lust; this was no longer acting. "Please...use a dildo..." Her pupils, now unfocused, looked at Seizo. As the dildo entered her body with a dull thud, Noriko immediately uttered lewd moans, quickly reaching orgasm. For the usually refined Noriko, this was an unbelievable sight. Her head drooped deeply, revealing a half-conscious expression, yet her body, gripping the dildo, continued to writhe as if enjoying the afterglow of pleasure. Seizo, of course, clearly saw Hiroko's reaction the instant Noriko reached orgasm.

As if she had reached orgasm, her lower body trembled, a soft gasp escaped her throat, her eyes blinked incessantly, and now her head was bowed, her shoulders heaving with rapid breathing.
Seizo untied Noriko's ropes and whispered in her ear,
"Go to the good bed after you've regained consciousness." "Yes..."
Noriko nodded lazily at Seizo, who knelt beside Hiroko.
"What's wrong? Did you reach orgasm with her?"
he teased, removing the gag from her mouth.
"Spare me..."
her voice was soft, her body yielding to Seizo's embrace. As Seizo removed her bra and gently caressed her breasts, Hiroko began to shake her head, making a plaintive sound from her throat.
"Your breasts are beautiful." Her
full breasts, no less than Noriko's, were firmer and more elastic because they had never been touched by a man; her pink nipples were already erect and pointed upwards, making her seem even more adorable in her current state.
Seeing that Hiroko had completely lost her resistance, Seizo began to kiss her. Her lips trembled with nervousness, giving Seizo an unprecedented excitement and novelty. His hand, which had been caressing her breasts, involuntarily tightened. He used the tip of his tongue to pry open Hiroko's mouth, sucking out her tongue and gently playing with it in his mouth. Suddenly, Hiroko became more proactive with her tongue, which excited Seizo immensely. At the same time, he gently moved his hand downwards.
"No..."
Hiroko's body arched back.
"You don't need to be embarrassed at all..."
He gently tickled her panties with his fingernails, as if scratching her. With each tick, Hiroko's knees trembled, and then she began to sob softly, only she could hear.
Noriko, who was in the good bed, came over, and the two of them stripped Hiroko naked together. Hiroko's vulva was already wet. When they saw this, Hiroko lost all strength to resist. Amidst crying and shaking her head, she was stripped naked and then forced into a spread-eagle position on the bed.
"Hiroko, you're so beautiful. Let's be good friends from now on..."
Noriko seemed to have forgotten her shame and hesitation, embracing the still-crying Hiroko. It was as if they shared a similar fate, a pity and intimacy born from the same man's torment, which seemed to intensify Noriko's lust. Perhaps it was because Hiroko had seen her in her most shameful state that she felt a sadistic urge to make Hiroko suffer the same fate.
"No, no, big sister... please spare me..."
Hiroko said weakly, trembling with excitement at this first-ever experience.
"Hiroko, you're a precocious girl, your breasts are the same size as mine, even here..."
"Ah! No... not there..."
Raising her chin in pleading, Noriko's body began to writhe, sliding between Hiroko's parted thighs.
"Don't be afraid, leave everything to Noriko-neechan."
Seizo, sitting cross-legged beside Hiroko's pillow, said, touching her breasts.
"Ah...no...no..."
Hiroko's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, her lips twitched, her lower body spasmed, her legs, which were as wide as the bed, suddenly arched upwards, then bent inwards forcefully.
"So cute..."
Noriko's voice was hoarse as she parted the flesh beneath Hiroko's black pubic hair to its widest point, then sucked on the tip of her pink petals. When she touched the cute little bud with the tip of her tongue, Hiroko's body would spasm, her sobs turning into gasps that seemed to tear her throat.
"Because you're usually naughty, you often play with this place yourself, that's why you're so sensitive."
"Ah, so embarrassing..."
Hiroko's voice began to sound more coquettish, her still-childish buttocks wriggling incessantly, her thighs trembling as if demanding something.
"What are you thinking about when you play with yourself?"
Seizo put his right arm under Hiroko's head, gently stroking her breasts with his left hand, while asking Hiroko. At this moment, Hiroko's face was flushed, and she could only slowly shake her head.
"Thinking about your boyfriend, huh?"
"No... Teacher, don't ask about that kind of thing..."
Seizo sucked on her cute lips, his response clumsy, and Hiroko quickly became breathless.
"Ah... Sister... have mercy on me..."
After letting out a tense scream, her body convulsed, and her eyes trembled as if she were in a dream.
"So cute."
Noriko's eyes widened when she saw the wetness between Hiroko's legs. Hiroko seemed to still be enjoying the pleasure throughout her body, her waist arched in the air, her legs still convulsing.
Seizo watched Hiroko's condition while taking off his own clothes.
"Do you really have to do her?"
When Noriko looked up at Seizo, her eyes were already hazy. She hugged Seizo's body tightly, revealing a desire for Seizo's body. Her snow-white fingers gripped the base of his penis tightly, and she gently rubbed it with her cheek.
"From this day forward, you no longer belong to me alone..."
Noriko's mouth slid from the base of the penis forward, then pressed against the tip.
"You don't belong to me alone either..."
Seizo said, running his fingers through Noriko's hair.
"But he can't give me the pleasure you give me..."
"If that's the case, then come find me..."
"Ah...you're so cruel..."
Noriko said, almost groaning, before taking the penis deep into her mouth...
Dressed in a pure white suit and holding a bouquet of flowers, the bride Noriko looked as beautiful as an angel. She hurriedly talked with Seizo on the station platform. Noriko's gaze towards Seizo was inevitably tense, and Seizo had nothing to say at this moment.
"Teacher, were you with Hiroko just now..."
A playful smile appeared on the bride's face.
"To be honest, I wanted to hug you in your wedding dress."
Noriko's face suddenly flushed, but her smile dimmed.
"I don't want to go..."
Seizo gently scolded Noriko, who was about to cry.
"Everything starts now, cheer up and go."
"Yes..."
"I'll be thinking of you all night too..."
"Really?"
"Of course, I'm not immune to pain."
"I'm so happy!"
After saying this, Noriko ran away as if afraid Seizo would see her tears. Seizo watched her retreating figure, suddenly having a premonition that he would lose Noriko forever.
Laughter came from the crowd surrounding the bride and groom.
Noriko
arrived at Seizo's apartment a little over a month after her wedding. Wearing a kimono, Noriko seemed like a different person, as if she had aged several years in that short time, carrying a bag of gifts.
"It's been a long time since I've visited..."
Facing Seizo, Noriko displayed the shyness of a newlywed, yet also the composure of a wife.
"Long time no see. Did you come here today to ask me for help?"
Seizo thought it was a lighthearted joke, but his voice carried a hint of barb, likely due to Noriko's distant manner. Noriko, her head slightly bowed, blushed, radiating an unseen sensuality from beneath her kimono.
"You miss the feeling of my ropes, don't you..."
"Yes..."
The words trailed off, her eyes brimming with impatience. Seeing this, Seizo's previously held onto feelings crumbled completely. He pushed aside the tea table and rushed to embrace Noriko tightly. The scent of perfume and cosmetics he had never smelled before filled Seizo's nostrils, and trembling red lips pressed against his.
"I think about you every day, teacher..."
Noriko's voice trembled as she wrapped her arms around Seizo's neck. In their tense breaths, they greedily kissed, their rapid breathing turning into sobs. Noriko pulled her face away, looking at Seizo with tear-filled eyes, wiping the lipstick from his lips with her pale fingers, then pressed her face tightly against his chest.
"Is your family life going well?"
Seizo asked, as if holding something precious he had never held before.
"My husband found out I'm not a virgin."
"What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything, but he seemed troubled."
"He makes love to you at night, doesn't he?" "
Of course... but he seems impatient, not really affectionate..."
"It makes me jealous..."
"Does he really feel jealous?"
She looked at Seizo playfully. Since getting married, she seemed to have matured a lot.
"Women are truly something you have to be wary of. They may seem weak and helpless, but deep down they weigh men on a scale,"
Seizo said, stroking Noriko's excited face.
"That depends on who the man is. I've never doubted my teacher's feelings for me; I've only followed him like a slave... and that's enough for me..."
"You say that so well."
"It's true... I only realized I truly loved my teacher after we got married..."
Noriko's voice began to choke with sobs. Seizo felt a pang of heartache and held her tightly in his arms. Noriko's sparkling eyes truly captivated Seizo, and at the same time, she saw his sincerity reflected in them. Noriko could only nod silently, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling as she repeatedly said, "I'm so happy..."
"Just bear with it a little longer. I will definitely make you my wife. I won't lie to you..."
Noriko's eyes seemed to burst into tears, and she pressed her body tightly against Seizo, her tears soaking his clothes. Seizo gently stroked her trembling shoulders, holding back his own tears.
Marrying Noriko wasn't part of the original plan, but bringing a married woman back would definitely be a huge blow to the other side. Regardless of the circumstances, this wasn't something that would affect the plan.
After crying her heart out, Noriko awkwardly pulled away, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. Seizo gently placed his hand on her shoulder and said,
"To make you mine, we must control your foster mother and silence her. For the past month, on the nights the principal is away on business, I've been keeping watch outside his house, spying on his wife's activities. My guess was right; on those nights, she'd definitely be out, dressed beautifully. If we can exploit that weakness, anything we do will be fine."
Noriko nodded.
"But, to make this situation even more certain, I need to possess her body and then take pictures of that scene. I'll need your help then, is that alright?"
"That would make me even happier."
"Yes, that's how you deliver the divorce papers to them. Also, from now on, you need to act cold towards your husband. You can even act like you're having an affair. Your husband will be furious and demand a divorce from your sister. With these two things combined, the divorce will be a success. Besides, to protect their family's honor, they won't dare say a word to outsiders. The more they hate us, the more they need to win us over and smile at the outside world."
After saying this, Seizo laughed loudly. Noriko, being a woman, naturally didn't care much about such grand dreams; she was only thinking about the future, looking at the man in front of her with an excited smile.
Nine
weeks later, Noriko called, saying that her adoptive mother wanted her to come over in the afternoon.
"My husband must have told her about that."
"Probably."
"What should I do?"
"I'll come too."
"But you have to go to school, right?" " I'll
ask for leave!"
Seizo said confidently. Instead of summoning Noriko on a holiday afternoon, Seizo intended to gently and calmly extract the truth from her, hoping to seize this opportunity to launch a full-scale attack. The next day, the two met at a nearby café, briefly discussed the matter, and then drove to the principal's house. Seizo carried a briefcase containing necessary tools such as ropes, while Noriko, considering ease of movement, wore a Western-style dress.
Although the principal's house was old, it was magnificent, surrounded by high walls and tall trees, obscuring the view inside. This made it easier to carry out their plan once inside. The principal's wife, Noriko's mother-in-law, Chikako, greeted them at the gate. She was dressed particularly plainly for Noriko's sake. At twenty-six, not much younger than Noriko, she knew that to deal with such a daughter-in-law, one had to be stern, starting with her own attire.
"Mr. Hamamoto, why are you also..."
Seeing Seizo and Noriko standing side-by-side at the gate, Mrs. Chikako gave them a reproachful look filled with suspicion.
"I think your conversation with Miss Noriko has a lot to do with me..."
Seizo answered seriously, but from the bold smile on his face, Mrs. Chikako's sharp intuition seemed to sense something. She glanced at Noriko, who stood silently there, then subtly suppressed her strong inner doubts and led them to the living room. Although not very spacious, the living room, with its fireplace, was bathed in sunlight streaming through the windows from the courtyard, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Perhaps she had deliberately sent the maid out on an errand beforehand, as the lady personally poured tea, and her attitude towards her daughter-in-law, which was somewhat like that of a guest, revealed her inner dissatisfaction.
"Mother-in-law, what brings you here?"
Noriko's tone, calling a woman only four or five years younger than her "mother-in-law," was somewhat sarcastic.
"I must first ask Mr. Hamamoto why you came with Noriko?"
Mrs. Chikako had probably been itching to ask this for a long time.
"Of course I will tell you."
Seizo looked gently into Mrs. Chikako's beautiful but sharp eyes.
"Let me be blunt, Miss Noriko's affair is with me, and it's been going on since her high school days. Now that I've said that, I think you've answered Madam's question about Miss Noriko."
Madam Chikako's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, shouting loudly. Noriko lowered her head and sat properly next to Seizo.
"Noriko, is this true?"
"Mother-in-law, it's true."
"Ah, how could this be..."
She shook her head violently, as if even speaking was an insult to her dignity. Anger made her face flushed and slightly convulsed.
"Madam, what do you plan to do now that you know?"
"You should know shame, you should know shame..."
"I already know shame, that's why I'm saying this. At least I'm much better than someone who has affairs with other men and then nonchalantly blames others."
"What did you say? You said I..."
Madam Chikako's beautiful eyebrows shot up, wanting to retort, but seeing Seizo's mocking expression, her face began to turn pale. Seizo took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of her.
"Please take a look. Do you remember this time, date, and place?"
The paper contained a record of Madam Chikako's meeting with Kadota. The lady's hand holding the paper began to tremble, and her stiff face began to twitch.
"I also know who the person I was meeting is. Kadota is the chairman of the education committee, which is Miss Noriko's uncle."
Madam Chikako seemed unable to control herself and covered her face with her hands. Because their opponent was so easily defeated, Seizo and Noriko exchanged a glance, seemingly surprised. A moment later, the lady suddenly looked up, her face showing no signs of crying.
"I understand. I won't interfere in Noriko's affairs with you anymore, and I'll tell my brother the same."
Every word was clear.
"You mean you don't want us to interfere in your affairs either?"
"Yes."
A blush appeared on her pale face.
"Mother-in-law, I want to separate from my husband. I can't stand my current life anymore."
Noriko began her offensive.
"That's unacceptable. Absolutely not."
"Why?"
"Because it will affect your reputation. Divorce is absolutely forbidden in families in the education field."
"Are you satisfied with just maintaining a beautiful appearance?"
"That's the tradition of our old family."
Lady Chikako's tone was firm. Even Seizo admired her attitude, but it also fueled his resentment.
"You mean you can do whatever you want as long as the outside world doesn't know?"
Just as the lady hesitated for a moment, Seizo stood up.
"Madam, we'll just have our fun quietly, without anyone else knowing. The principal is impotent, which prevents your young body from satisfying its sexual desires, hence your affair with Kadota. But I sympathize with you."
Seizo's lewd tone caused Madam Chikako to immediately stand up. At that moment, Seizo grabbed her sleeve and pulled hard.
"What are you trying to do?"
she cried, trying to shake off Seizo's hand, but she lost her balance and fell onto the tea table, the teacup crashing down with a loud thud. Seizo straddled the struggling woman, twisting her hands behind her back, and took out handcuffs from his pocket, cuffing them. The cold metal handcuffs on her snow-white hands looked cruel.
"No, don't do this... why are you doing this..."
"Madam, it's something that's inconvenient for others to know."
Seizo looked down at the woman trying to break free of the handcuffs and removed her belt.
"Noriko, come help."
"Yes..."
Noriko hugged the struggling legs of the woman from behind.
"Noriko, even you're doing this..."
"Mother-in-law, this is to keep our secret from others."
The lady cried out even louder, struggling. Seizo grabbed her collar from behind and pulled her back down, completely exposing her.
"No...no!"
"Noriko, tie Madam's legs to the table legs with rope, make sure they're spread apart."
Noriko spread Madam's legs apart, positioning her face on the long, narrow tea table, and secured her feet to the table legs. After Seizo saw clearly, he removed the handcuffs and tore Madam's clothes.
"Ah..."
Madam screamed, covering her face and chest with her freed hands, but her naked body seemed to be thrusting her full buttocks, straddling the tea table, writhing in shame, creating an even more lewd pattern.
"Spare me...don't do such cruel things..."
Madam Chikako's body was already red to her neck, but Seizo slapped her writhing buttocks without hesitation.
"I won't do anything cruel, I'll bring you pleasure."
"No..."
Mrs. Chikako, her limbs no longer free, began to cry, emanating an indescribable fragrance. Her posture—with her buttocks raised
high
and legs spread wide, on all fours—was both comical and akin to a pornographic image. Just moments before, she had been elegantly dressed, perfectly maintaining a semblance of the principal's wife's dignity; now, the resulting composition appeared even more pitiful.
Yet, the sensual curves from her neck to her shoulders and then to her hips, reminiscent of a slender waist, did not diminish her beauty in the slightest. Moreover, the contrast with her glossy black hair and her porcelain-like skin, flushed slightly pink under the weight of humiliation and shame, created a striking effect.
Kiyoshi and Noriko, witnessing this scene, were almost speechless.
"It's truly pathetic that the principal can't even get an erection despite such a beautiful body; even I'm jealous,"
Noriko said.
"This body drains a man's energy. I understand Mr. Kadota's willingness to risk losing his social standing rather than let go..."
The woman gritted her teeth, trying to suppress her sobs. The two men walked to the woman's heels, where a different view unfolded.
Between her full, firm, snow-white mounds, intricate colors and curves formed, unfolding into a beautiful picture. Fine wrinkles formed beautiful buds, and further ahead, several layers of pink overlapped, forming beautiful petals. Fine hairs grew from the sides, becoming denser as they rose, eventually covering the mounds.
"Don't look... please..."
the woman kept saying. As a woman, having her most private parts seen like this filled her with shame, causing her buttocks and thighs to tremble uncontrollably. As if to further humiliate her, Seizo's fingers gently reached out.
"Ah, no..."
the woman arched her back.
"I didn't expect such a sensitive reaction. Bring me the ointment."
"Yes."
"No! What are you going to do..."
"I've told you so many times, I'm going to give you pleasure."
"Ah, no..."
Seizo slapped her writhing buttocks with his left hand while simultaneously applying a lot of ointment that Noriko had squeezed out with his right finger.
"Madam, you'll feel very comfortable."
"Spare me..."
Overwhelmed by the unusual sensation of the ointment, Madam Chikako had forgotten everything and was wiggling her buttocks, but Seizo didn't care. He covered every part of the petals, the little fleshy mounds inside, and the cute buds with ointment.
"Stop, spare me...no more..."
Fear began to creep into the lady's cries as the ointment made her mucous membranes itch. Her clitoris tightened, and she writhed more violently, barely able to breathe.
"Itchy...it's so itchy..."
The lady gritted her teeth but couldn't help but utter the embarrassing words, her bound hands gripping the carpet.
"Oh..."
Her buttocks arched even higher as Seizo's fingers gently rubbed her clitoris. The ointment took effect, softening the previously tight clitoris and slightly opening it, revealing the pink inside.
"Ah, no...like this..."
Lady Chikako screamed, shaking her raised buttocks.
"Hasn't Mr. Kadota ever loved your anus? It seems very sensitive..."
Seizo smiled smugly, watching the beautiful petals begin to change color, the first drop of nectar flowing down the petals. The lady was still moaning, her breathing almost suffocating, repeatedly saying "no" like in a dream, but it was no longer a sound of resistance, but a low moan of sexual pleasure.
"Ah... that's how it comes out..."
"Hehe, it's starting to loosen, it's starting to loosen..."
Seizo inserted his index finger into the center of her already relaxed clitoris, and the lady's buttocks trembled as if shocked.
"Madam, it feels very good, doesn't it..."
"No, no... ah, I'm going crazy..."
"Madam, it's not that you're going crazy, it's that you're enjoying it, aren't you wriggling your buttocks?"
Seizo said, slapping her buttocks.
"Noriko, use the dildo to work on her front, I'll go to the other side, so when I do the same to her anus, you'll see a very nice scene, the principal's wife getting aroused." "
Don't go all the way at once, do it slowly, make her keep screaming."
Noriko spat out a mouthful of saliva.
As the vibrating dildo was brought to the wet bud, Mrs. Chikako immediately let out a sharp scream, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Noriko, please... spare me... ah..."
Her whole body convulsed horribly, her hair disheveled, her cute chin thrusting forward desperately. Seizo took a picture of this, then went to Mrs. Chikako's head, grabbed her hair, and tilted her face up.
"Mr. Hamamoto... spare me..."
Mrs. Chikako looked at Seizo with tears in her eyes. At this moment, when the dildo in Noriko's hand touched and twisted, it would emit a hoarse moan from her throat.
"How does it compare to what Mr. Kadota did? Feeling good now, right..."
"Spare me... It's my fault... I apologize, please don't... Ah..."
Her beautiful brows furrowed, she bit her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress the pleasure emanating from her lower body. At this moment, Mrs. Chikako's expression had completely lost the dignity of a principal's wife; she was completely overwhelmed by physical pleasure, a final struggle of a female.
Noriko's movements were skillful. The dildo in her hand avoided the pink, watery lips that seemed to be about to eat, slowly teasing the sensitive skin around them. At the same time, her fingers were inserted into her anus, as if enjoying the pressure from the anal contractions.
"Ah... Ah... Ah!"
Mrs. Chikako's cries became more rapid, her eyebrows arching even higher. Noriko immediately removed the dildo from her hand, and her previously raised chin suddenly drooped.
"I'll go crazy... Ah..."
the lady gasped, uttering her embarrassed words.
"Grandma, is it comfortable?"
"Noriko... please!"
"Uncle or me, who did it better?"
"This kind of thing..."
Seizo pulled down his pants.
"Ah!..."
The lady was hit on the cheek by the penis that gushed out of his pants, almost blinding her.
"Answer Noriko's question quickly!"
The lady stuck out her tongue from her loose lips, seemingly breathing in pain, but Seizo demanded without any politeness.
"It's... Noriko's... that did it well... so... hurry up... give it to me..."
"Aren't you embarrassed to be made so comfortable by a girl?"
"But... ah... hurry up..."
Her hazy eyes began to follow the penis that was swaying in front of her, and saliva flowed from her mouth, forming a white line.
"Put this thing in your mouth, and I'll fill your hole down there..."
Seizo seemed to deliberately stroke his penis with his hand, and the lady forgot everything under the urging of lust. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and opened her beautiful lips wide to tightly hold the penis in her mouth, sucking greedily...
"Noriko, put it in her..."
As Seizo finished speaking, he thrust his hips forward and began to thrust in and out of her mouth.
"Oh..."
A muffled sound came from her mouth, but because of the dildo in Noriko's hand, the sound could not be completely uttered from her throat. This stimulation caused the lady to twist her body continuously and convulse violently...
"Is she finished?"
Lady Chikako did not even notice that Seizo was looking down at her. Her whole body undulated like waves, and she uttered words that were incomprehensible.
"Ah... Ugh..."
The lady suddenly opened her eyes, her back, which had begun to sweat, became completely stiff, her hips were thrust up to the highest point, and her lips, which were tightly holding the dildo, kept twitching. A hoarse cry came from her throat, and then, as if deflated, the lady's body softened.
"Hmph, I've only just begun, you're really useless."
Seizo withdrew his penis from her powerless mouth. The lady seemed oblivious to this movement, her naked body still convulsing from the recurring waves of pleasure.
Ten minutes later…
Lady Chikako's hands and feet were freed from the tea table's bindings, but her expression seemed not yet recovered from her ecstasy. Seizo then bound her hands behind her naked body with rope, and also bound her breasts above and below, altering their shape and making her nipples protrude. A rope was also wrapped around her neck; because shaking her head would be painful, she dared not turn her face away, seemingly completely submissive to Seizo's manipulation.
"Stand up and walk around…"
With Seizo pulling the ropes, Lady Chikako could only sway and stagger. When she weakly tried to squat down, Seizo struck her buttocks with the end of the rope.
"You haven't made love on your own bed before, have you? Today I'm going to make you cry your heart out."
"Ah..."
Mrs. Chikako cried as she wiped the mirror-like hallway, reflecting her naked, white body, and swayed toward the bed in the bedroom.
Behind her stood Noriko, carrying a black leather handbag.
The following April, Hamamoto Seizo was promoted to Dean of Students, and then that autumn, he married the divorced Noriko. Because both were remarried, the ceremony was simple, but everything proceeded in a "harmonious" manner.
What kind of relationship Seizo had with Mrs. Chikako or Hiroko after his marriage remains unknown to outsiders!

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