Voluntarily accepting humiliation

Since that incident, Aya still goes to school every day, but her heart feels incredibly empty. Everyone and everything around her, except herself, seems vibrant and full of life. Her friends haven't changed at all; they're still as energetic as ever. The school remains the same. Everywhere is filled with the vibrant energy of summer…
She feels something is blocking her connection with the people and things around her, and she lives each day in a hazy, confused state. After school, she goes straight home and locks herself in her room, spending every day like this.
Seeing her daughter come home so early every day, her mother, Sanae, is naturally very happy, and Aya always tries her best to remain calm in front of her classmates and her mother, Sanae, but the illusion and reality are slowly separating…
She's aware of this, but Aya now believes that whatever happened to her doesn't matter anymore, because her heart has refused to connect with others, creating an emptiness within, and she doesn't know what to fill that emptiness with.
This feeling slowly grew, but she felt utterly powerless, unsure of what to do. Subconsciously, this feeling seemed to be intertwined with some emotion, slowly intensifying and becoming tangled...
A month had passed since she last saw Junji, and it was now the break between classes.
Having prepared for the next class, Fanzi noticed Aya sitting in a chair, lost in thought, and walked over, saying, "Hey...hey..."
"..."
"Aya!"
"What?"
she answered weakly.
"What's wrong? Hey, I have something to tell you..."
Perhaps because she spoke too quickly, saliva sprayed from Fanzi's mouth.
"What?"
"You...you...haven't you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Joshima-kun and Yui Rika are engaged!" "
!"
A sharp pain shot through her chest.
"With her..."
The memory of what she saw in the library, though a long time had passed, was still vividly clear in her mind.
With that girl...
She didn't hear a word Fanzi said after that. She
was already in a semi-dazed state. A corner of her heart still held Junji's shadow, and she still longed to return to the beginning. Aya could feel this expectation within her.
At the same time, she could feel that expectation crumbling piece by piece.
"...But, it's really unbelievable!" "
..."
"Hey, Aya...hey, what's wrong?"
Aya looked distraught, and Fanzi asked with great concern.
"...Um, nothing...it's okay..."
Aya answered after a long while, but her voice was weak and lifeless.
"Aya, are you feeling a little unwell? Should we go to the infirmary?"
Fanzi continued to ask with concern.
But her friend's worries had no effect on Aya now. She felt her blood rushing to her head, and although she wanted to stand up, she couldn't muster any strength.
"...I feel a little unwell..."
"Really, are you okay?"
Fanzi secretly looked at Aya's face and asked.
"...I'm going home now..."
And so, Aya, carrying her schoolbag, staggered out of the classroom.
"Aya, are you really okay?"
"Um..."
Aya answered weakly, then slowly walked towards the classroom door.
*** *** *** *** A lifeless Aya boarded the ferry and returned to her own dock.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please disembark."
Startled by the sudden urging from the crew, Aya stood up and quickly disembarked.
"Aya..."
A voice called out to Aya, who was walking absentmindedly, from a fishing boat moored at the dock. Aya turned to look at the source of the voice.
The owner of the voice was Atsushi.
Aya's eyes reflected Atsushi's face. The moment she saw this familiar face, she suddenly realized that a different feeling had arisen in her heart than the one she had held for Atsushi in the past.
Atsushi seemed to be repairing the boat when he saw Aya walk by the boat and couldn't help but call out to her. But as soon as he opened his mouth, Atsushi felt terrible. Since that incident, she had never appeared in front of him again.
Atsushi felt a pang of regret, realizing he had ultimately raped her again.
Sexual intercourse with a young high school girl like Aya was taboo; while he had tasted unparalleled pleasure, it also meant he could be ruined—a potential crisis.
"What if Aya tells anyone about this…?"
If that happened, the consequences were easy to imagine. Fortunately, nothing untoward happened after that day, but Atsushi remained silent for several days. He handled the situation with extreme caution.
Aya simply gazed silently at Atsushi, who was speaking to her, without uttering a word. The atmosphere between them was unusually heavy,
like being trapped in a dead end…
Atsushi felt increasingly anxious, his heart pounding faster and faster.
A restless, uneasy feeling. Though it was only a few seconds, it felt like centuries had passed.
Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Atsushi disembarked and approached Aya, asking, "What happened?"
Trying to maintain a calm tone, Atsushi asked with concern. He knew that the slightest misstep could upset Aya.
"..."
Aya didn't answer, only silently lowering her head.
"Is something... happening at school?"
The sea breeze whipped through her sailor uniform, causing her scarf to flutter wildly.
"..."
Still no answer.
Atsushi grew increasingly nervous, his palms sweating coldly.
After a long silence, Aya finally spoke softly, saying, "...Uncle..."
"Wh...what..."
Atsushi was surprised by the unexpected calmness in Aya's voice.
"Take me...to a quiet place!"
Aya turned her head, gazing at the sea as she whispered.
Aya's unexpected request left Atsushi speechless.
"Take...Aya to..."
Aya murmured weakly.
"Then let's go by boat..."
"..."
Aya didn't answer Atsushi's suggestion, but she actually jumped onto the boat and sat on the deck.
Although Atsushi couldn't understand Aya's unusual behavior, her only words still gripped his heart, echoing repeatedly, "Take me to...a quiet place!"
"Hold on tight!"
Atsushi said, starting the engine and steering the boat away from the dock.
In the dazzling sunlight, Atsushi steered the boat.
The sea was windy today, and the bright sun shone high. Aya, sitting at the bow, simply gazed at the scenery before her. Her hair fluttered in the sea breeze. All around were the sounds of boats cutting through the water, creating waves, and the light, rhythmic sounds of engines.
Almost ten minutes had passed without a word between them; Atsushi had no idea what Aya was thinking...
The two finally arrived at the island in silence. It had been some time since he'd last been here. He didn't know why he'd brought the boat here. Seeing the island, Atsushi felt an overwhelming sense of regret.
"Here I am..."
The memory of that incident suddenly came flooding back.
"The place where I raped Aya, the place where we first had sex..."
The island slowly grew larger, and the sound of waves crashing against the surface seemed particularly loud.
"Why did I bring her here again..."
A sense of unease tormented Atsushi, but even seeing the island, Aya's attitude remained unchanged.
With their own thoughts, the boat finally reached the dock. Atsushi, while keeping an eye on her, carefully moored the boat at the pier.
Aya quickly stood up and, without looking back, walked towards the island, slowly making her way to the small house.
"..."
Atsushi was very surprised by Aya's sudden change in attitude. Watching Aya's retreating figure, he quickly moored the boat at the shore, then hurriedly jumped off and followed Aya up the slope...
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. Because of the shade provided by the forest, the breeze was refreshingly cool even under the afternoon sun.
Aya walked forward silently without saying a word.
The girl's sailor uniform was visible from behind. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, revealing her full thighs reflecting the white light of the sunlight.
Atsushi stared at the scene before him, feeling somewhat uneasy as he couldn't decipher her actions. Because of the strong summer sun, there was some distance between them, and the girl's silhouette appeared to sway in his eyes.
After a short while, Aya finally reached the hut, unlatched the door, and quickly went inside. A moment later, Atsushi followed her into the hut. The
dimly lit hut, with the windows tightly closed, couldn't escape the summer heat, making the air extremely hot.
"Ah, it's so hot!"
Atsushi muttered to himself, opening the window and hanging up the screen.
Aya entered the room and sat in front of the largest, wide-open window, quietly gazing at the sea.
All the windows were opened, and the air immediately flowed smoothly, instantly dispelling the sweltering heat of the room. But Aya remained seated by the window, staring blankly at the sea.
Sometimes a sea breeze would blow in, causing her sailor uniform scarf to flutter.
Aya remained silent.
A strange silence filled the room.
Atsushi pondered what to say. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.
The two remained silent, without any communication, creating an atmosphere as if time had frozen.
Perhaps a long time had passed. Unable to remain silent any longer, Atsushi stepped forward and said to Shino, who remained seated, "What's wrong... Aya?"
"..."
Aya still didn't answer.
Atsushi had no idea what Aya was thinking.
"Aya?"
he called cautiously, moving closer to Aya from behind, secretly peeking at her face from the side.
"!"
Tears welled up in her lifeless eyes, which had been fixed on the sea, and dripped down her cheeks to the ground.
Aya had been crying silently the whole time, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto her dress, forming tear stains.
"What happened!"
Atsushi asked in alarm.
"..."
There was no response. Aya slowly stood up.
The typical citrus scent of a young girl irritated the man's nostrils.
After gently wiping away her tears, Aya walked silently to a corner deep within the dimly lit room.
Atsushi stared at her without saying a word.
The room was filled with the oppressive heat of summer, containing only a simple bed.
With her back to the entrance, Aya sat down.
"..."
Atsushi swallowed hard, continuing to watch Aya.
"Uncle..."
Aya called out weakly to Atsushi.
"I want to forget..."
Aya's weak murmurs could no longer reach Atsushi's ears.
As if he heard Aya say something, Atsushi went forward to confirm it, standing in front of Aya.
Aya sat with her shoulders slumped.
Approaching him, Atsushi saw Aya bending slightly, her hands seemingly doing something in front of her chest. Puzzled, Atsushi was about to secretly observe her further when…
*Sizzle*…
the sound of clothes being removed.
Silently, Aya turned to look at Atsushi.
Ah! The girl's sailor uniform was undone at the chest, and this was her appearance as she turned…
"I want to… forget everything…"
she managed to squeeze out these words, then placed her hand on the zipper and gently pulled it down.
*Sizzle sizzle sizzle…*
Before Atsushi's eyes, the girl's skin and underwear were slowly revealed.
As if drawn by the scene, Atsushi knelt before the girl. Before he could fully unzip his pants, the girl had already collapsed into his arms. Feeling the softness of her against his chest, he lost his composure, his nose filled with the sweet scent of her body he had smelled many times before.
Aya gently held Atsushi and said, "Please...cherish...Aya..."
It sounded like she was talking to herself, but she truly meant it.
The girl's unique sweet scent and those alluring words instantly ignited the man's desire. In the silence, the man reached out and cupped the girl's face in his hands, gently lifting it upwards.
The soft touch of Aya's skin lingered in his palms, and the fragrance of her shampoo wafted into his nostrils.
The girl, with her eyes closed, had her face lifted. Her slightly parted lips revealed glimpses of her white teeth. In the room devoid of sunlight, those lips appeared exceptionally bright red, incredibly moist, exuding irresistible allure.
Unable to resist, Atsushi leaned forward, greedily seizing those soft lips.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Their lips pressed together. He pried open her tightly closed mouth and thrust his tongue inside, stirring it vigorously.
The girl silently endured the man's somewhat wild kiss.
His tongue felt the warm, smooth, and soft mouth, tasting the sweetness of the mucous membranes. While teasing her mouth with his tongue, he also roughly played with her hair. The two engaged in a long, passionate, wet kiss.
From their joined lips, soft, lewd sounds escaped, adding to the obscene atmosphere.
Atsushi continued to greedily lick Aya's lips, his hands slowly caressing her head and back, gently embracing her, and slowly pushing her body down onto the blankets.
The man had already tasted the body of a slender, shapely eighteen-year-old high school girl two or three times, but this time it was the girl who initiated it…
Why would Aya be so proactive in seducing him? It was no longer necessary to know. The girl's body before him was full of youthful charm, irresistibly alluring. Moreover, this beautiful body was offered up willingly by its owner. The man's joyful excitement surged, his heart pounding…
Atsushi finally managed to release the girl's mouth, got up, placed his hand on Aya's sailor uniform lying beside him, and yanked down the zipper that was almost down.
*Sizzle sizzle sizzle…*
Then, somewhat roughly, he ripped off the buckle on his scarf.
*Slap slap…*
During the process of undressing, Aya, with her eyes closed, remained silent, silently accepting the pain. She felt a deep emptiness within, desperately needing comfort…
The man tossed aside the scarf he had already removed, then placed his hand on the sailor uniform's shoulder straps. The uniform slowly separated from the girl's body, and then, as if pulling it off, he removed the top.
When the top came off her wrists, the girl's snow-white skin was exposed. Her two full mounds were still hidden under the bra, and the man impatiently peeled off the bra covering them.
*Sizzle sizzle…*
The clothes made a mournful sound.
But there was no time to worry now; he quickly removed the bra and then swiftly grabbed the exposed mounds.
"Ahhh…"
Under the rough stimulation, Aya cried out, tilting her head back slightly.
Her hands felt as if they were glued to her breasts; the man's hands gripped them tightly, as if crushing them.
"Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much..."
Aya cried out, unable to bear the rough caresses.
But Atsushi ignored her, continuing to roughly knead her soft testicles. Every corner of the girl's breasts was so soft, so elastic. He savored the fullness of her young breasts as much as possible.
Under the man's forceful caresses, the girl's body began to surge with sensual waves.
Her mind slowly went white...
slowly went blank...
and then everything disappeared...
Soon after being pinched by fingers, her nipples began to react, erecting strongly, as if inviting Atsushi. Her skin-colored nipples slowly became engorged and swollen, their hardness increasing, turning a blood-red color.
The man was very happy to see such changes in the girl's body. He couldn't help but feel moved, thinking, "It's hard..."
This feeling of being moved was because he had personally helped this girl, who didn't have much sexual experience, slowly mature and blossom. This sense of fulfillment satisfied Atsushi's male pride.
Atsushi pressed his face closer, crushing the girl's breasts as if squeezing them.
"Ah...ahhh..."
A sweet yet painful numbness spread throughout her body, and the girl's fragrant lips parted slightly, releasing a captivating moan.
The man opened his mouth, engulfing her crushed breasts, and took her small, alluring nipple into his mouth.
"Ohhh..."
He sucked intensely, relentlessly, his tongue occasionally teasing the girl's nipple.
"Ahhh...ahhh..."
A sharp numbness coursed through her entire body, her shoulders stiffened, and her wrists tensed. As if enduring such stimulation, the girl's hands gripped the blanket tightly.
While forcefully inhaling the sweet scent emanating from her breasts, Atsushi caressed her nipple with his tongue.
"Ohhh...hmmh..."
A subtle difference arose from her previous sensation, and the girl's moans began to carry the alluring charm of a seductive woman.
The man sucked even harder on her nipple, so intensely that he almost crushed it.
"Mmm... Ahh..."
The girl let out a sweet moan, her breath slowly warming, and her body gradually heating up.
Due to past sexual encounters with Junji and later with Atsushi, Aya's eighteen-year-old body was already quite sexually mature. Having experienced several instances of rough male caresses, her body resignedly accepted the man's wildness without any conscious will.
No! Rather than that, it was more accurate to say that her body displayed its highly sensitive nature, possessing the potential for manipulation...
After playing with her breasts for a while with his hands and mouth, Atsushi temporarily got off Aya and quickly stripped off his clothes. Completely naked, Atsushi walked towards Aya, picked up the utterly limp Aya, and pulled her into his arms. Then, he hugged her from behind, reached out and grasped her breasts, beginning to caress them vigorously again.
"Ahhh... Mmm..."
The man's rough, uneven hands greedily and roughly kneaded the girl's breasts. Her breasts, nearly fully mature and budding, stood proudly towards the sky, as if asserting their own dominance.
Junji's hasty caresses could not compare to Atsushi's skillful touch, and Aya's breasts rapidly became more sensitive.
The intense caresses began again, and the quickly ignited flame of pleasure exploded violently. It was as if some magical power resided in the man's hand; the rising sensuality was unbearably itchy, and Aya could only place her hands on the back of his hand, gripping them tightly to withstand the surge.
But this did not hinder Atsushi's actions; he continued to vigorously rub her breasts from behind, sometimes pinching her already hardened nipples with his fingers.
"Ah...oh..."
Aya cried out as her sensitive nipples were attacked. A
sweet, tantalizing scent of female hormones emanated from the girl's neck. His lips immediately pressed against her neck, savoring the taste of her burning skin. From neck to back, his tongue slowly slid, licking Aya's smooth skin. The
warm, crawling sensation of his tongue on her skin was exhilarating. It was as if an electric current was flowing from his tongue into the area being licked, immediately bringing an unbearably sweet, numbing sensation. As he kneaded the full mounds of her breasts, the girl's shoulders heaved violently, and her body became even more supple.
Soon after, Atsushi's hand left Aya's breasts and slid down to the skirt she was still wearing. He unhooked the zipper at her waist, then slipped his hand inside the loosened skirt.
Aya reflexively closed her legs, but Atsushi's hand still managed to slowly move towards her genitals, which were still covered by her panties.
"Ahhh..."
Through the fabric of her panties, he could feel the warmth of her body and the soft texture of her genitals, as well as the sensation of her pubic area.
His palm immediately covered this area and began to knead it.
"Ahhh..."
The direct caress of her female genitals made Aya cry out. Her body endured the waves of pleasure surging within her, and her legs returned to their original position, fluttering several times to express the sensuality she felt.
Atsushi watched the various changes in the girl's body while his caresses moved at varying speeds. Her private parts slowly warmed up, then gradually revealed her female genitalia clearly…
Fingers pressed against the slowly opening petals, then repeatedly caressed them as if trying to pry them open. The
tightly closed genitals slowly transformed into a receptive position…
Snake-like fingers slithered in from the edge of her panties, suddenly forcefully spreading the slightly parted petals, then quietly slipping inside, the palm pressed against the labia majora, slowly rubbing the vulva. The other hand was on her breast, caressing it repeatedly, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.
“Mmm… mmm…”
Aya’s nose occasionally let out unbearable moans, and the movements of her lower body slowly stopped.
Enduring Atsushi’s slow, caressing movements, the girl’s body began to tremble, her upper body completely nestled against his chest, her spread legs relaxing, allowing the man to tease her genitals.
He spent a long time caressing her breasts and genitals. Under such intense caresses, the girl's petals slowly began to react, emitting heat and becoming moist.
Her neck drooped limply over the man's shoulder.
"Feels good, doesn't it... Aya..."
Atsushi whispered in Aya's ear as he continued his caresses.
"..."
Aya, her forehead already beaded with sweat, didn't answer, her eyes tightly closed. Only her expressions occasionally revealed a distinctly sensual allure.
"I... do it a little more..."
His hand withdrew from her panties, pulled them up to the top, and then suddenly slipped back inside. The girl's waist trembled slightly, and just like that, his fingers were buried in her fully open labia, then penetrated deeper.
His fingertips clearly felt the girl's completely wet vulva and the soft mucous membrane inside.
"Ahhh..."
Aya realized her fingertips had entered her vagina. But strangely, she felt no disgust at all; instead, unconsciously, she gently opened her legs, adopting a position that facilitated the entry of his fingers.
Atsushi took the opportunity to probe his fingers further inside, seemingly enjoying the sensation as he began to move his fingers.
As his fingers teased her, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out.
*Plop...plop...plop...
* Though faint, the lewd sounds emanating from the girl's vagina could be heard.
"It's already very wet...Aya!"
Atsushi deliberately whispered in Aya's ear.
"..."
Aya, quickly drifting into a daze, vaguely heard the man's humiliating words.
Her body was being played with again...
by Atsushi! ...
But now, Aya felt the same dark pleasure of being abused that she had experienced when Atsushi first raped her.
This time...
she was offering her body willingly...
she clearly felt the rough caresses of a man's hands on her most precious and shameful parts.
The cruel darkness and intense pleasure she felt from being played with by a man...
Now, with her body being subjected to such persistent caresses, she was already immersed in the stimulation of wanting to resist but being unable to...
Once this dark joy was generated, it tightly bound Aya, who was beginning to resist, and then slowly devoured her resistance bit by bit.
The man's hands played casually on her genitals. This play produced a strong sense of shame that she had never experienced before, and then pleasure rose up.
"Ah... ahh... umm..."
Aya's body tried to suppress any reaction to Atsushi's caresses.
But proportionally, the amount of secretions in her clitoris also increased, and the pleasure surging in her heart deepened even more.
"Forget everything...!"
Atsushi whispered in Aya's ear.
Like layers upon layers, such voices kept echoing in her empty, white mind.
The desire to escape led her to pursue the sexual pleasure brought by decadence. Constantly feeling the man's playful caresses on her genitals, this deepening pleasure took away all reason.
The man's fingers rhythmically caressed the girl's petals, scraping back and forth, drawing out the abundant, moist fluid inside and outside the petals. The pink labia, devoid of dark pigmentation, were covered in mucus, making them appear even more parted.
The man's repeated and intense caresses tore her panties to shreds, completely deforming them.
*Thump... thump... thump...*
As the man's fingers rhythmically caressed the girl's genitals, the lewd sounds grew louder. One could observe the girl occasionally swaying her head and twisting her waist, offering slight resistance. But these resistances were, at this moment, meaningless.
Soon after, Atsushi thrust his fingers deep into Aya's vagina.
"No...no...no..."
Aya cried out as her honeypot was deeply penetrated.
The sticky, tangled feeling of the vaginal membrane enveloped her. He savored the pressure within the seemingly clingy young vagina while vigorously stimulating her honeypot. His other fingers, also covered in her nectar, were pressed against her engorged clitoris, rubbing against her flesh to stimulate her clitoris.
"Ah...mmm...ah...ahhhhh..."
A stronger wave of pleasure surged through her, and Aya, her body tense, responded with sharp, short cries as she writhed seductively. The intervals between these cries gradually shortened, and her trembling intensified.
Realizing the girl's heightened excitement, Atsushi increased the intensity of his thrusts.
"So good...so good...so good, right..."
He attacked her clitoris with varying speeds, slowly pushing Aya towards her climax.
Her shoulders swayed up and down, Aya's breathing became erratic, her body trembled, and seductive moans escaped her nostrils. The girl had transformed into a woman seeking sexual pleasure.
"Ah... ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh... ahh..."
The waves of pleasure shortened, her head gradually turned white, and her whole body went numb. Her body slowly approached the peak of climax.
But just before the climax, Atsushi stopped caressing her.
"Ahh... ahh... ahh..."
Her shoulders swayed violently, her breath came out in disorder, and Aya showed the excitement her body was experiencing.
Atsushi pulled his hand out of her already damp panties, stopped teasing her vulva, and then grabbed the girl's body to face him.
"Now it's my turn..."
He gripped the girl, who could no longer stand upright, pressed her head down, bent her upper body, and pressed her down between his legs. His penis was already erect, pre-ejaculate was gushing from its tip, waiting to be entwined with the eighteen-year-old girl's body.
Aya was forcefully pressed down onto his crotch, the strange, fishy smell of the man's penis filling her nostrils, but she didn't find the smell unpleasant.
This was probably due to her female instincts.
Urged on by Atsushi, Aya pressed her face close to the erect penis. The throbbing glans touched her cheek, the sticky, clear fluid from its urethral opening clinging to her slightly sweaty, soft cheek.
The glans slowly moved down her cheek to her mouth, finally reaching her fragrant lips.
The hot, hard glans touched her lips!
The fleshy sensation of the man's glans…
now filled with intense sexual excitement, driven by her reproductive instincts, caused the girl to reflexively open her mouth, then slowly lower herself towards the man's genitals, swallowing the thick penis.
The sensation of her mouth containing the man's penis, the instant she directly felt his flesh, sent a sweet, numbing sensation down her spine; her previously caressed vulva even felt the heat of the penis.

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