SIS Teacher-Student Sexual Promiscuity Album

sis Teacher-Student Lewd Album 147, Female Teacher's After-School Tutoring (1)
Nakajo Miho felt a sharp pain in her left wrist. In fact, it wasn't just her wrist; her whole body ached, from her thighs and right waist, especially her abdominal muscles, which felt stiff as if they were twitching. This was something that had never happened to Miho, a high school physical education teacher.
She opened her eyes hazily and stared at the ceiling above her familiar kitchen.
She had to wash away the semen in her body as soon as possible; she was thinking about this all the time, but her body wouldn't obey her commands and she couldn't move at all. Under the rolled-up top, her beautiful nipples were exposed, and her skirt was pulled up to her waist, revealing her delicate abdomen and the pubic hair and labia. Her legs were spread open to the left and right, and she couldn't even muster the strength to close them.
The other party was Nachi, the only son of the Takazuka family next door.
Miho's husband, Nakajo, and Nachi's father, Takazuka, were subordinates and superiors at the Kanto Bank. He was also a good chess opponent, and Takazuka often invited Nakajo to their home, or even came to challenge Nakajo to a game of chess himself, enjoying it immensely.
At that time, Takazuka showed no airs of a superior whatsoever. In fact, in front of Miho, he was always so kind and approachable, like a benevolent elder, like a father.
Because of this, the couple always felt inferior to him, not only because he was their matchmaker, but also because, for the thirty-year-old Nakajo, being able to live next door to Takazuka was thanks to the financial assistance he had provided when building their small house, which Takazuka had given them without a second thought.
Therefore, if this rape were to be made public today, everything would be destroyed. Although the victim was Miho, the perpetrator was one of her students, and his mother was the vice president of the PTA, making things more complicated.
Her mother, Ikuko, was a typical upper-class mother, passionate about education. She doted on her only son, Nachi, excessively. While she was incredibly nagging about his schoolwork, she was terribly lax in everything else.
She seemed more arrogant than most people, even acting as if she had done Miho and the others a great favor by allowing them to live in such an upscale residential area, constantly implying that they should be grateful to her.
If Yuko knew about this, she would undoubtedly speak out, especially since it was her own son; she would certainly deny the truth outright. And she might even say, "You seduced our Nachi."
No! She definitely would say that.
Nachi wasn't exactly a diligent student. His academic performance was below average in his class, making him a problem student with questionable conduct.
However, perhaps he still harbored some fear of his mother. Although he hadn't fully joined a group of delinquents, smoking at school and skipping classes were commonplace. It was entirely predictable that he might succumb to external temptations and fall into depravity at any moment.
If such unpleasant facts were told to her mother, Yuko would likely scoff and wouldn't listen.
Miho wasn't entirely without fault either. Nachi was often invited to their home by the couple during her holidays. But it was always Nakajo who initiated the invitations, his unexpected enthusiasm sometimes leaving Miho bewildered.
Perhaps it was out of affection for his boss's son! In reality, whenever Nachi was invited, Nakajo was always engrossed in a Go match with Mr. Takazuka, leaving Miho to attend to Nachi.
Especially since Nachi's eyes would often, intentionally or unintentionally, glance at Miho's body; she frequently felt him stealing glances at her chest.
She assumed this was just a normal reaction from a developing high school student; she was used to that kind of look at school, so she wasn't entirely careless.
An hour ago, Nachi unexpectedly came alone. It was Sunday, still some time before evening.
"Teacher, I have something I want to talk to you about,"
Nachi said, looking dejected. Miho thought she roughly knew what he wanted to talk about. Three days ago, Miho had witnessed her high school students buy super glue in the downtown area and ride motorcycles to the Jianzhong building in the suburbs.
Some of her colleagues might have pretended not to see it, but as a life guidance teacher, Miho couldn't ignore it, so she called a car and followed them.
Reaching the third floor, Miho was immediately horrified by what she saw. Male and female students in uniforms sat on wooden beds, blowing and exhaling air from plastic bags, all looking dazed.
Among the group of young students, several were Miho's high school students. Everyone stared blankly at the ceiling. She even noticed that Naji was among them.
At the same time, students from other schools also noticed Miho.
"Who is she? Who brought this guest?"
Many people looked towards the source of the voice.
"She looks like a nice-looking auntie!"
"Wait, no! She's our school's physical education teacher."
The speaker was Omori Junko, who had dyed and made up her hair.
"What brings the PE teacher here?"
"Nakajo is the student affairs officer."
"Wow! This is serious!"
"She might be suspended!"
"A week's suspension would be too harsh!"
The students joked amongst themselves.
"How old is she?"
someone asked.
"What does it matter? She's beautiful, has a great figure, and a sweet voice. In our school, one in two people drools over her alluring figure!"
The speaker was Minamimura Shigeru, the leader of the delinquent group.
At this moment, the boys all stood up.
Miho couldn't help but shrink back in fear. After all, she was outnumbered and couldn't possibly fight against this group. So she ran downstairs in a flash.
"Please come in! I'm making tea now."
Seeing Nachi's attitude, she opened the door.
"Did you report what happened that day to the school?"
Nachi called out to Miho, who was boiling water, from a chair at the dining table.
"Do you want me to do this?"
"Don't joke around, I've been tossing and turning all night."
"Then... don't make the same mistake again."
"So, you're letting me off the hook this time?"
"Just this once!"
Miho walked back from the kitchen counter, speaking decisively.
Nachi stuck out her tongue, her face beaming with undisguised joy, and said, "I... I've already told everyone that the teacher seems cold, but is actually very gentle, never speaks ill of others, and is a really good person."
"Stop trying to sweet-talk me, I don't appreciate it."
"Don't be so cold, I actually have something else to say."
At that moment, Miho didn't notice that Nachi had stood up.
“Teacher is truly the best person. If anyone were to do anything to harm her, I would definitely help her. I bet my life on it.”
He suddenly grabbed Miho’s hand, which was holding the small stove.
Miho was startled and looked up sharply.
“Do you know why? Because I want to possess Teacher.”
He used his other hand to lift Miho’s chin and pressed his lips to hers.
It happened so suddenly that Miho was momentarily stunned as she accepted his lips.
His tongue slipped into her lips, and Miho struggled, but the boiling teapot in her hand acted like handcuffs, restricting her movements.
Any rash movement would inevitably cause the scalding water to splash out. And she couldn’t let go immediately. So his thin lips lingered on Miho’s lips for quite a while.
Finally, Nachi released Miho's hand from the teapot. Ignoring the danger of splashing hot water, Miho hurriedly placed the teapot on the stove. Just then, Nachi's hand forcefully wrapped around Miho's white blouse and encircled her buttocks.
Due to her profession, she was stronger than most women, but Nachi's wrist strength was surprisingly strong. He continuously kneaded her buttocks, and then, his hands slid down from her waist, reaching under the orange-red skirt.
Panting, Miho hurriedly pressed down the sides of her skirt. Because her back was pressed against the kitchen counter, and her abdomen was blocked by Nachi's body, she had no room to turn around.
Nachi, therefore, couldn't easily roll up the skirt. So he released his hand from her chin and moved it to the skirt.
"Ugh... Takazuka-kun..."
Miho cried out to him as she exhaled. The skirt had been rolled up to her inner thighs.
"Not bad, isn't it... Teacher..."
Nachi whispered in her ear, panting.
"No, let go..."
"What... I like you... really!"
Nachi's earnest tone ignited a glimmer of hope in Miho's heart.
"Then let go!"
"No!"
"Please let go!"
Miho repeated, trying to remain calm. Quickly, Miho pulled away from Nachi's body when he wasn't looking.
"Go home!"
"Why?"
Nachi looked miserable, as if revealing anger.
"I'll pretend this never happened, so please go back."
Miho said, trying to lower her increasingly loud voice.
"I don't want to go back."
"You can't do this."
Their eyes met, and Miho couldn't help but breathe anxiously.
"In short... go back..."
she said, shaking off Nachi's hand.
Just as she was about to escape, Nachi grabbed her wrist.
Perhaps if she relaxed now, the situation might change.
But Miho was also a little anxious at this moment. She involuntarily exerted force on her right wrist, so Nachi pulled her even harder.
"No...let go..."
She tried her best to twist Nazhi's hands away, but in the blink of an eye, Nazhi grabbed Miho's waist as she tried to escape.
"Wait!"
Nazhi shouted, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Caught off guard by the sudden embrace from behind, Miho's body lurched towards a fall.
"Ah..."
Miho's body slumped against Nazhi, and she cried out.
In that moment of surprise, Nazhi rolled up her skirt again. This time, he grabbed her thighs even more ruthlessly, exposing her buttocks.
Her thighs, clad in pantyhose, encased her rounded buttocks, a truly alluring sight.
Nazhi pulled Miho's hands behind her back, holding her upper body even tighter, and ripped down her stockings and pantyhose together.
"Ah..."
Miho was stunned by the sudden exposure of her buttocks. Being raped was no laughing matter; protecting her life was far more important than preserving her virginity—that's what she thought.
In those few minutes, her lower body was completely stripped naked. Her breathing became rapid. She had unknowingly exhausted most of her strength. Perhaps the tension from excessive fear had nearly drained her energy.
The woman straddling her deftly removed her belt and ripped it open.
"Ugh...no..."
Miho cried out for help, but even so, she couldn't get help from the neighbors. One side of her house faced the road, while the other side bordered the Takatsuka family's yard. Perhaps the woman's cries would stop her. Just
as she cried out, a belt was wrapped around her throat, two or three times around her throat, forcing her face upwards.
"Cough...cough..."
Miho suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, and tears welled in her eyes as she coughed. Her hands were bound by the belt. At that moment, Naji pulled down his underwear and slid his erect penis between Miho's legs.
"Eh!"
The burning heat and hardness made Miho feel dizzy.
She was still coughing slightly, her hands supporting her on the edge of the bed, but Naji's legs were tightly clamped between her left thighs. Normally she would resist, but in this position she was powerless to resist.
"Ugh..."
The tip of the fiery penis touched her buttocks, and Miho cried out softly, moving her body forward. Fortunately, the position was wrong; Naji touched near her anus.
In his haste, Naji couldn't find the entrance. The penis hit the wall a second and third time, and Miho's body kept moving forward.
"Ugh..."
She bumped into something above her head; it was the food cabinet, and there was nowhere left to move.
Naji put three fingers of his right hand into his mouth, covered them with saliva, and smeared them between her plump, fleshy thighs.
"Ah..."
The sticky sensation sent a shiver down Miho's spine.
Then, the man's penis touched her again, this time finding the entrance. Miho panicked, frantically twisting her waist, which ironically revealed the correct location.
He tightly embraced her waist, which was wrapped around her rolled-up skirt, and thrust his powerful penis inside.
"Oh!"
Miho cried out, her head, bound by a belt, twisting in an instant.
A fiery, burning penis brutally thrust into her vagina, the pain reminiscent of losing her hymen assaulting her body.
The young, beastly lust was uncontrollable; he thrust with abandon, and with the body of his deeply admired female teacher, Naji's excitement intensified.
The penis, already halfway in, suddenly felt as if its tip had touched her cervix due to Naji's exertion. Miho felt an intense, steel-like discomfort, even her throat felt tightness.
Miho's back arched, and Naji began to twist her waist.
In nine years of marriage, she had never accepted a male body other than her husband, yet now she was being violated and ravaged by her student next door. Her chastity as a wife had been trampled upon like this; the sudden blow left her speechless with grief.
At that moment, the young Naji embraced her shoulders, brushed her hair aside, and, panting, vigorously thrust his penis.
For Naji, she had never experienced such ecstasy. He felt Miho's body was as soft and sweet as her round, full buttocks.
He had slept with two high school girls so far, but this time felt different. Although her vagina wasn't wet, her body was so warm and slippery. It was a subtle sensation he had never experienced before.
And that wasn't all. Her hair, partially obscuring her face, exuded a captivating scent unlike any other high school girl's—a fragrance of expensive perfume and elegance, a blend of sophistication and maturity.
With each thrust of his penis, every cell in Nachi's body felt a surge of joy and exhilaration, as if it were about to leap. He began to thrust his hips even more violently—no! His penis was now at its peak.
Nachi groaned loudly; her white, beautiful breasts looked so alluring, as if they were about to melt him away.
Suddenly, Nachi tightly embraced Miho's back, then convulsively ejaculated. While indulging in his burning desire, he swayed his hips forward two or three times, finally resting his head on Miho's back as if all his energy was gone, his body pressed tightly against hers.
Soon after, he slowly withdrew his penis. Although he had just ejaculated, the sight of his female teacher's white, tender buttocks and the skin between her mature thighs was incredibly alluring.
He pulled his underwear and white pantyhose down to his ankles, completely removing them. Then he put them in the pocket of his sports jacket, turned Miho's shoulders so she was facing him, and kissed her.
"I like you... teacher..."
He pressed his lips to hers again. Miho, who had already relaxed, frowned and closed her eyes tightly.
He kissed Miho's lips deeply. Under normal circumstances, a man's reaction after ejaculation would become calm. But for a young, vigorous high school student, after his first release, he calmly began to savor the beautiful female teacher's body.
Naji's tongue swirled inside her lips, even teasing Miho's motionless tongue. He tried to use his tongue as he'd read in books, but felt incredibly clumsy.
Naji then looked up, scrutinizing Miho, before pressing his lips to hers again. He pulled her white blouse from under her rolled-up skirt, down to her armpits. Her fair breasts were suddenly exposed. Naji
eagerly grasped her high, firm breasts. He seemed to be testing their elasticity, staring at Miho's face, kneading them two or three times.
"So big… is it an E-cup?"
Among the male students at school, Miho's breast size was always a topic of endless discussion.
"Can I see?"
Miho turned her face away, closing her eyes. Unexpectedly, tears welled up.
He had raped her first, yet he asked her such questions; she felt he was a despicable child, and at the same time, she felt immense shame for being violated by such a boy.
Nachi's fingers touched the pubic hair below.
"No..."
Miho tried to stop Nachi's hand.
"Let go... teacher..."
Nachi stared at Miho in a threatening tone.
"If you don't let go, I won't go back."
Miho reluctantly let go. Actually, if Nakajo returned now, both of them would be in trouble, not just her. But the young man's reckless behavior terrified Miho.
"I want to see teacher's breasts."
Nachi pushed his bra cups up.
"Ah!"
Miho reflexively covered her chest with both hands. Nachi pushed her hands away without a word, and in those few seconds, two large breasts came into view. They looked so full and mature, and the nipples were a delicate pink.
Nachi's throat gurgled, and at the same time, his hands tightly grasped the two breasts. Nachi's large hands could not cover the two protruding peaks, and Nachi pushed the breasts up again, looking extremely happy, just rubbing them incessantly.
But even now, he couldn't do such things so freely. And a high school student's bust size and fullness couldn't compare to Miho's. No matter how he rubbed it, it felt like it wouldn't damage, wouldn't hurt, and wouldn't be rejected. Nachi felt a kind of unbridled pleasure, able to so thoroughly arouse a man's desire. This was the first time Nachi had truly felt this way.
He traced the rounded areola to the tip of her nipple, taking it into his mouth. He brought his lips to it, making sucking sounds, and swirling his tongue around the nipple.
Miho's hand hung on Nachi's wrist. She slightly opened her eyes, but quickly frowned. In the past nine years, her body had become accustomed to her husband's caresses; the touch of another man seemed to evoke both fear and a sense of novelty.
After licking her left breast, his tongue moved to her right nipple, from the tip to the entire areola, and then down to the area below. Nachi's tongue never stopped sucking.
Like a young child playing with a new toy, he was passionately caressing her breasts. In truth, for Nachi, the female body was indeed a novelty, arguably the most alluring and desirable thing in the world at that moment.
For Miho, this was an experience she had never had before. Even though her husband, Nakajo, still loved her deeply, for which she was grateful, it couldn't compare to Nachi's persistence and passion.
Nachi slightly raised his head; the areolas and nipples of both breasts were wet and sticky with saliva.
But he remained intensely interested in Miho's breasts, and the more he sucked, the more alluring they seemed; his youthful desire was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.
Nachi's right hand lifted her left leg, and his burning penis touched her bare lower abdomen again.
For a moment, Miho froze. Hadn't he just ejaculated? At least Nakajo wouldn't recover so quickly.
Perhaps recently, Nakajo had been focused on work, ejaculating only two or three times a month. Miho had only just realized how energetic young people were.
She couldn't let him get away with it a second time. Once could be excused as an unintentional mistake, but a second time was unforgivable. And if there was a second time, there would definitely be a third.
“No… Takazuka-kun…”
Miho used both hands to stop Nachi’s movements.
“If you don’t let go, I won’t go back.”
“Please… stop this.”
Miho pleaded, looking at Nachi.
“If you don’t let me do it again, I’ll tell Mr. Nakajo that I had sex with my teacher today.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“Really, my teacher’s body is really amazing, I mean it.”
“…”
If Nachi were an adult, there wouldn’t be much to worry about, but the problem was that he was usually the kind of person whose emotions fluctuated, which deepened Miho’s unease.
“What’s the difference between having sex once or twice? If you let me do it again, I absolutely won’t tell anyone, or should we make today’s events public?”
“No… no… absolutely…”
Miho couldn’t help but shout. Even if Nakajo knew the truth, there probably wouldn’t be any way to resolve it, right?
Given Nakajo’s personality, he certainly wouldn’t dare to take any revenge on Takazuka’s son, who was like a benefactor to him.
The result would probably only be the two of them crying their eyes out. That’s why this matter had to be kept secret no matter what.
“Then… let go… let me make love to you.”
Miho sighed deeply. She knew that if she didn’t let go now, Nachi would force himself on her. She hadn’t refused the first time, and resisting again was probably impossible. Miho felt incredibly tired. This nightmare felt like it had lasted an eternity.
“Okay, this is the last time, okay?”
“I know…”
Nachi impatiently pushed Miho’s hands away.
“Definitely!”
With that, Nachi’s penis began to penetrate.
“Ugh… ugh…”
He began to thrust in and out of her vagina.
“Ah…”
He thrust at different angles at the entrance, making the impact very strong.
Miho closed her eyes tightly, relaxing her body. Perhaps this would lessen the pain.
Nachi released her left leg, placed his hands under Miho’s armpits, pressed against her lower abdomen, and carefully looked at Miho’s face.
The first time, she had been too hasty and it was over in a daze. Now he clearly felt that he was indeed holding Miho's body, making love with the female teacher he had long admired. And the woman's body was so beautiful and sweet; he truly realized it now.
"So good... Teacher..."
Naji, propped up on his elbows, moved closer to her lips in ecstasy. To prevent Miho from pulling away again, he quickly pressed her hands down, pressing his lips firmly against hers, ignoring her tightly closed lips, and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Naji wrapped his arms around her shoulders and began to slowly sway his hips.
Naji's penis, full of youthful strength and heat, thrust vigorously in and out of her vagina, the tip seemingly touching her cervix. Each thrust, mixed with the fluid, made a sound. Upon hearing this, Miho's unease intensified.
Despite her heightened emotions, Miho kept her brows tightly closed, her nails gripping the sheets as she struggled.
Nachi's movements became more intense, like paddling in water. He couldn't help but groan, like a crazed wild beast. Nachi began to thrust vigorously, his fiery penis attacking fiercely. A wonderful sensation traveled from his lower limbs all the way to his genitals. Perhaps because of the passion of his first time, Nachi didn't ejaculate immediately, but instead thrust even more vigorously.
Finally, it was over—Miho breathed a sigh of relief.
Nachi, panting, stood up and straightened his shirt and pants. Unexpectedly, he took out a small, disposable camera from his pocket and pressed the shutter button repeatedly. Looking at the stunned Miho, he revealed a devilish smile and quickly left the scene.
Finally sitting up, Miho brushed her disheveled hair and looked around. Her underwear and pantyhose, which should have been taken off, were nowhere to be found. Slowly standing up, she straightened her clothes, put on her skirt, and walked towards the bathroom.
While cooking, the phone rang. Wiping her hands on her bib, Miho picked up the wall-mounted receiver.
"Hello...this is the Nakajo residence..."
"It's me."
"Hello?"
"It's me!"
"Ah..."
"Your student who loves you, teacher." "
..."
Miho felt a little dizzy. Her husband, drinking beer and watching the baseball game on TV, looked at her strangely.
"Hello! Who is this?"
"Is Mr. Nakajo here?"
"Yes..."
To avoid showing her expression to Nakajo, Miho naturally turned her back to him.
"You two will be having dinner soon, right? Okay...I'd like to have dinner with you, teacher, face to face."
"Hello...I don't know...I don't know what brings you here..."
"I like you...I love you..." "
..."
Miho sighed.
“Teacher, you have to say something too!”
“I…I know.”
“Is that all? The sex we just had was amazing. It was the first time I’d ever experienced such wonderful sex. Every time I think about it, my penis gets hard again. Do you think it’s good, teacher?”
“No…no…”
“Hmm? Then Mr. Nakajo is better, right?”
“…”
“Are you going to have sex tonight? It’s Saturday night again, and you’re a married couple.”
“I don’t know…”
“Don’t be shy, just do it.”
“I’m busy right now.”
“Okay, I understand. I’ll call back later. I love you…teacher…”
Miho put the receiver back without saying a word and walked back to the kitchen counter.
“Who called?”
Nakajo asked, sitting cross-legged in his chair.
“Someone wanted to invite me out.”
As she spoke, she clearly felt herself covered in cold sweat.
The second call came when she had just finished showering and was combing her hair in her bedroom on the second floor. She quickly picked up the receiver. Nakajo was downstairs watching a Western movie.
"Teacher, can we meet tonight?"
"Ah...no..."
"Do you still want to make love with Nakajo?"
"Didn't I tell you I didn't know? This is troublesome, calling me like this."
"The photos from this morning are developed."
"..."
"They're pretty good, teacher's face, breasts, and of course..."
"Shut up..."
Miho involuntarily screamed hysterically.
"We can meet after Nakajo falls asleep. Call me. I'll give you my phone number, don't worry, it's my personal phone."
Miho reluctantly wrote down the phone number on a tissue.
"You have to call! Otherwise, I don't know what will happen to the photo."
"..."
"You understand?"
"Yes..."
"Then let's try it out. Teacher, stand by the window, holding the phone."
Although surprised, Miho still followed the instructions.
"Open all the windows."
"The windows too..."
Miho's eyes naturally fell on the second floor of the Takatsuka family's house next door. The second floor had a much larger courtyard than Nakajo's, but all the lights were off.
"Can you see me? You can't, but I can see you very clearly from here. The blue bathrobe suits you so well, you're so pretty."
Miho hurriedly pulled the front of the bathrobe tighter.
"It's better not to cover up. What kind of underwear will you wear tonight?"
"..."
"Pull open your robe and let me see."
"Takatsuka-kun...you're going too far..."
"Don't you want a photo?"
"But..."
"Hurry up..."
The sinister voice was deafening in Miho's ears. Miho lowered her head, her hands trembling, and slowly unbuttoned her robe. The knee-length robe naturally slit open on both sides, and black underwear was vaguely visible.
"It's black. Pull it open a little more, I want to see more clearly."
"..."
Miho pulled the robe's belt down to her armpits.
"The underwear is also black."
"Ah!"
Her freshly washed black hair covered half of her face, hanging down to her full breasts.
"Do you always wear black?"
"No..."
"Then... is it because you're going to make love with Nakajo tonight?"
"N-no... I don't know..."
"Seeing how alluring you are, teacher, there's probably no one who wouldn't want to make love, okay... if you want to, then make love, but the window has to be open."
"This... this can't be
..." "It's okay..."
"But..."
As she spoke, Miho noticed someone opening the dormitory door.
"Coming, I'm hanging up."
"You have to obey orders. "
Before he could finish speaking, Miho hurriedly returned to the dressing table. With her back to Nakajo as he walked in, she quickly buttoned up her bathrobe.
"Who called?"
"Ah... a friend..."
Miho suppressed her unease and said, "I finished watching the video."
"Hmm... not very interesting."
Nakajo leaned close and hugged Miho's waist from behind. His wavy hair brushed against her ear, and his lips touched hers.
"Mmm..."
Miho couldn't help but tremble. It was Nakajo's usual caress, but a light kiss couldn't immediately fill her mind with pleasure.
Nakajo pressed his lips firmly against hers again in the same spot.
"Mmm..."
Miho closed her eyes, her consciousness momentarily blurred.
Nakajo quickly slipped one hand under her bodice, pulling up the hem to her thighs.
"Ah... wait... wait a minute..."
Miho twisted her body, trying to stop Nakajo's hand.
"I can't wait any longer."
Nakajo turned Miho around, facing his lips, which he could kiss countless times without ever getting tired of them, and sealed them with his own again. Their lips alternated in sucking, as he unbuttoned the front of her bodice.
Miho stopped his hand .
"They can see from outside."
Nakajo continued kissing intently, reaching for the window shutter.
"Ah... it's a bit hot, maybe we should turn off the light..."
"Okay!"
Nakajo casually switched off the switch by the bed, and all the lights in the room went out at once. However, the small lamp on the small table remained lit. Nakajo's hands hurriedly began to remove his bodice. Miho was still fully conscious; she believed Nachi was watching them through binoculars from the other side. Even with only a small lamp lit, the outlines of their bodies and their pale skin should still be clearly visible through the window.
Nakajo gazed at Miho's body, clad only in a bra and panties, and couldn't resist kissing her lips again.
"Tonight is wonderful!"
he whispered sweet nothings, his tongue and lips lightly kissing her ears, neck, and hair.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Intense pleasure slowly flooded her mind. Miho's brow furrowed slightly, emitting a soft moan, then a shy, explicit cry. The more she dared not let Nachi know, the more it stimulated Miho's pleasure.
Nakajo licked both her ears, Miho's face contorted, her legs almost giving way.
Nakajo finally unhooked her bra and pulled down the straps. Miho instinctively tried to cover her bulging breasts. Nakajo's throat gurgled. He was deeply attracted by the lines of her body, and the sultry atmosphere of the night further fueled his burgeoning desire. Even though they had been married for over nine years, the shy and timid way she exposed herself before him only aroused his tenderness.
Nakajo pressed down on Miho's hand, bringing his lips to her beautiful nipple. Not very tall, Nakajo only needed to bend slightly, without even turning his face to the side, to kiss her. His tongue lightly traced the areola, and he gently nibbled at the nipple with his teeth.
Miho's body seemed to be an erogenous zone; usually, Nakajo would kiss her entire breasts in this way, but today, surprisingly, her reaction to his gentle nibbling was weaker. So Nakajo nibbled at her nipple three times more intently than usual.
"Ah...ah..."
Miho finally couldn't take it anymore and nestled against Nakajo's shoulder. An almost numbing pleasure surged through her body. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and her juices were so abundant that they soaked through her pantyhose.
While biting and nibbling at one of her nipples, Nakajo's fingers slid down to her lower abdomen, inside her daring black pantyhose, kneading her full buttocks.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Miho felt pleasure yet shy as her husband's fingers caressed her. Now, only Miho remained naked, clad in black pantyhose. Looking up from the small lamp beside the table, she saw that Nakajo was also completely naked.
Nine years of playing with and watching her body hadn't diminished his love for Miho; on
the contrary, it had grown stronger with each passing day. As if to prove his love, Nakajo went to lick and kiss between her toes. Nakajo knew his wife was aroused. Therefore, his hands didn't want to leave her body, especially since it was Saturday. He carefully licked each of her toenails.
"Ugh...ha..."
The inside and edges of her ears, all the way to her chest, were also sensitive areas for Miho.
"Oh...oh..."
Ignoring Miho's rapid breathing, Nakajo's lips continued to move from between her toes, down her thighs to her knees, and finally to the edge of her panties. Miho felt uneasy. Although her body was so familiar with her husband's techniques and caresses, and it was Saturday, she couldn't say she wasn't looking forward to tonight's pleasure, but she felt that the way passion was ignited tonight was so different.
"Ah..."
Miho took a deep breath.
Nakajo's lips sucked on the inside of her knee, then moved to the inside of her thigh. Miho immediately rolled over, her hand sliding into Nakajo's hair.
Her full thighs, the most sensual part of her body, were a veritable erogenous zone. So, Nakajo's technique wasn't any different from usual. Perhaps it was because she realized someone was watching outside the window, and a sense of tension rose within her, making her more sensitive than usual today.
At the same time, this evening, Miho had received a man other than her husband for the first time, and the impact on her body was considerable. Therefore, she originally didn't want to receive her husband on such a night. Because she had already betrayed her husband, her body was now filled with a sense of humiliation because of his caresses.
Nakajo's caresses aroused her more and more, but in doing so, the scene of being ravaged by Nachi was vividly unearthed from her memory.
Now, she was unable to stop. Nakajo's lips and tongue moved incessantly, the intense sucking bringing her increasingly intense pleasure.
"Oh...oh..."
Miho began to moan and cry out, and Nakajo finally stripped off her last remaining pantyhose.
In the nine years of their marriage, his love for his wife's labia had only grown stronger with each passing day. Therefore, for Nakajo, this was arguably the most pleasurable beginning of their lovemaking. His wife's figure had remained unchanged in those nine years; her appearance, temperament, and her slender figure, which she had always been proud of, were the envy of all. Although her skin was no longer as delicate and smooth as it had been on their wedding night, the growing maturity and beauty she possessed was different from mere superficial beauty; it was something to be savored without growing tiresome.
"Ah...ah..."
In an instant, Miho's chest heaved, and her entire body trembled. The upper part of her already wet labia, her engorged clitoris erect as if welcoming Nakajo's caresses.
Nakajo couldn't help but gasp, his expression one of deep pleasure and elation. These thighs, this body, this beauty, and her elegant demeanor, coupled with these labia that seemed to anticipate his touch, were the very source of his abundant love. Nakajo kissed her labia alternately, left and right.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Miho's moans grew louder, and her full body trembled even more violently. Hearing Miho's distressed cries and the alluring sight of her disheveled hair, Nakajo became even more excited, extending his tongue to her clitoris, like a red pearl.
"Ah...ah..."
Miho's waist trembled. This sharp attack made her thighs tremble violently. Nakajo's tongue repeatedly licked and kissed the tip and inner side of her clitoris. Miho was completely intoxicated, tears welling up in her eyes from the stimulation. Just one more final thrust, and it seemed they were about to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
Soon, Nakajo's lips kissed Miho's swollen labia more passionately, even with a slight pain, but this only fueled Miho's intense arousal.
Leaving the clitoris, Nakajo's lips quickly entered the labia, sliding his agile lips up and down in the warm, narrow space.
"Ah...ah..."
Miho, her body trembling violently, seemed impatient, arching her back to fully accept his tongue.
Nakajo's tongue, immersed in the fiery nectar for a long time, finally lifted its head.
The couple actually had intercourse twice a month, but Nakajo would caress Miho's body with his fingers and tongue every night—a decision he made shortly after their marriage, after his car accident. Even though he had lost his male function, being only in his twenties, Nakajo's basic sexual desire hadn't disappeared. On the contrary, he harbored a persistent love for the female body!
However, a crucial reason was Miho's beauty and excellent figure, which allowed Nakajo to caress her body tirelessly every night.
He wasn't completely impotent; rather, his sexual function recovered at varying speeds depending on the intensity of their lovemaking. He could still ejaculate, though its shape and size were significantly smaller than before the accident.
Because of this, Nakajo dared not slacken in pleasing his wife sexually. Although he could ejaculate daily, he limited it to twice a month, opting for caresses instead.
These daily caresses were particularly effective in arousing his wife's erogenous zones, especially during their actual intercourse on the second and fourth Saturdays of each month.
"Ah..."
Miho cried out as soon as Nakajo touched her vulva, such a wanton expression was unprecedented for her.
Seeing Miho's reaction only fueled Nakajo's excitement.
As if she had been waiting for this moment, Nakajo slid his penis into her vagina.
"Oh...oh..."
Miho eagerly placed her hands on Nakajo's neck, her moist vaginal walls tightly enveloping his penis. The feeling of his penis being tightly enveloped sent a surge of pleasure through Nakajo, his thighs extending down to his toenails.
Nakajo began to move his body, very restrainedly, slowly guiding her to the peak of pleasure.
Miho's nails gripped Nakajo's shoulders. The impending explosion of desire had brought Miho to a state of complete ecstasy; she kept thrusting her hips, touching Nakajo's abdomen to press herself even closer to his penis.
"Ah..."
Finally, Nakajo's penis released its semen. Miho also thrust her hips, rubbing against him, letting out joyful moans.
"Ah..."
She breathed again.
"So good!"
Nakajo pressed his lips to hers again, expressing his love. Miho's body remained tightly nestled against Nakajo, unwilling to let go for a long time.
Miho glanced at her watch. They were just in front of the ○ line station. It was around two o'clock. The trams had long since stopped running, and there was hardly a soul on the road. After confirming that Nakajo was asleep, she called Nachi, who summoned her here.
"Here... Teacher..."
Unintentionally, Nachi appeared in the small park across the street. She took a shortcut, caught up with Nachi, and entered the park.
"Takatsuka-kun... stop messing around..."
Before she could finish speaking, Nachi lifted her chin and kissed her lips.
"Ugh..."
He forcefully pulled the resisting Miho into a hug, forcing her to sit on a park bench. Holding her shoulders, he reached inside her breasts with his other hand.
"Ugh...no...don't..."
Miho shook off Nachi's hand. But Nachi ignored her and grabbed her breasts, then lifted her skirt and stroked her thighs.
"No...Takazuka-kun..."
She hurriedly struggled, reaching to pull at her clothes.
"Don't get in the way here...Teacher..."
"Please...please...I beg you..."
"Don't you want that photo anymore?"
"Ah..."
"So what!"
Miho finally let go. Nachi then boldly reached inside her bra, stroking her thighs and pantyhose.
"You kept your promise!"
Miho's face flushed red; she wore the girdles because of Nachi's instructions.
"What color is it?"
"Ah...the color you described."
"Then what is it...I'm asking you..."
Naji's fingers moved to the edge of the pantyhose, and Miho's voice trembled.
"Black...black..."
He pulled Miho's one-piece bra open all the way down to her lower abdomen. Underneath the black pantyhose, there was indeed a black inverted triangle shape. Naji's eyes stared at it sharply.
"It's different from the one before."
Miho stammered, "The same...the same..."
"Don't lie. The one you wore before had lace trim."
"Ah...but it's the same black..."
"Didn't I tell you to wear the one you wore before?"
"..."
Of course she knew, but the one she wore before, due to her husband's caresses, was already soaked with her own juices, and she really didn't have the courage to wear it again.
"This is it too!"
Naji unbuttoned her bra to make sure she was wearing the right bra.
“You’re completely ignoring what I say. I’ll get more photos developed on Sunday and distribute them at the school and nearby.”
“Wait…wait a minute…Takazuka…please don’t do anything rash…please consider my position…I…I’m your teacher…and I’m married with a husband…”
“Since you’re my teacher, you have a promise to keep, and you can’t forgive me. Didn’t I tell you not to turn off the lights? It prevented me from seeing anything clearly.”
“That…that’s my husband…”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses from you, this uncooperative attitude.”
“…”
“Just wait until Monday.”
Nachi strode towards the exit.
“Wait…wait a minute…I beg you…forgive me…I apologize for not keeping my promise…really…”
Miho covered her chest with one hand and pulled down her skirt with the other, chasing after Nachi.
“Takazuka-kun…please forgive me…I won’t make the same mistake again…”
Nachi suddenly stopped and turned around.
“Really!”
“…”
For a moment, Miho didn’t know how to answer. She didn't really want to say those things, but she came here to persuade Nachi. Their entangled relationship couldn't continue like this; that was her resolve.
"What's wrong?"
"It's...it's true..."
"Okay...let's try it then."
Nachi took Miho's hand and led her to the public restroom in the small park.
"Take off your clothes."
Nachi commanded as they entered the men's restroom.
In the dim light, Miho leaned against the wall, timidly reaching to unbutton her one-piece flesh-colored undershirt.
"Then...you have to give me back the photos..."
"If you do as I say, I'll give them back."
"When?"
"When Teacher listens to me!"
"Definitely!"
"Hurry up and take them off. Teacher needs to prove it with actions!"
Miho lowered her eyes and began unbuttoning. Although no one would see them here, the park restroom still held a greater sense of tension and shame than at home. The one-piece undershirt she had been holding to her chest was quickly snatched away by Nachi.
Miho curled up and took a big step back. Her naked body, clad only in a black bra, camisole, and high heels, accentuated her fair skin, making her even more alluring. Although her body had been violently violated during the day, this was the first time he'd seen her so naked and up close. And unlike during the day, her hair, which had been styled in a bun, now cascaded down her chest, adding to her mature womanly charm.
He took a deep breath and scanned her from head to toe. He was used to seeing the beautiful bodies of young models in videos and magazines, which should have left a strong and lasting impression, but compared to Miho's body, it seemed rather inferior.
Of course, in terms of skin elasticity and delicacy, she couldn't compare to a young model. But after nine years of marriage, she still possessed such a slender and shapely figure; anyone who saw her would be captivated. The young woman's beauty was undeniable, but to maintain such a good figure, possessing a mature beauty, was truly remarkable.
"Take off your bra too."
For a moment, Miho raised her head, but quickly lowered it again, silently reaching to unhook the back straps, pulling down the shoulder straps and removing her black bra, but immediately placing her hands in front of her chest, refusing to let go.
"Your hands are in the way... teacher..."
Naji removed the bra, raising her voice to command.
Miho's trembling hands then left her chest, hanging down to her abdomen.
Although she had seen her full breasts during the day, the memory was somewhat hazy, and Miho had been lying on her back then, making the experience slightly different from seeing it now. Those round areolas, and the prominent, pink, beautiful nipples—every part of her body, besides possessing a mature beauty, also maintained such a beautiful shape, was all very new to Naji. At the same time, the image of Nakajo suckling from the window was even more clearly etched in her mind.
"Teacher...it feels good to have your breasts kissed, doesn't it..."
"..."
While looking at Miho, he unloaded his bag, stuffed in a single piece of underwear and a bra, and took out a rope and a dog collar with a lock.
"Put your hands out."
"What...what are you doing?"
"Tie them up! How am I supposed to do anything if I'm not tied up?"
“Wait…wait a minute…don’t tie me up…I’ll do as you say…”
“You can’t trust what your teacher says.”
“But…but I let you look at my naked body like this.”
“But you didn’t answer my question obediently. I asked you what it felt like to be kissed on the breasts?”
“N-so…normal…”
“Didn’t you feel great when Mr. Nakajo was sucking on them just now?”
“Normal!”
“I don’t seem to have that kind of reaction when you’re with me!
” “Then…that’s being raped!”
“Mr. Nakajo’s technique is amazing!
” “I think it’s normal.
” “Normal would have that kind of reaction?”
“Because he’s my husband!”
Miho was at a loss for words.
“You feel something when you’re with your husband?”
“Yes…yes…”
Nachi’s face turned hostile, and he grabbed her breast.
“Ah!”
Miho reflexively twitched her body, then stopped twisting.
“But your body has betrayed your husband.”
“…”
Miho frowned.
“If only you had told Mr. Nakajo, you’ve even had sex with your own student twice?”
Nachi’s hand tightened, kneading her like a pancake. Before this morning, she had confidently believed that no man other than her husband had ever touched her breasts, but now they were being wantonly ravaged by the hands of this student who lived next door.
No! In reality, he was testing whether Miho would succumb to this ravaging and beg for mercy, or resist. Miho silently gritted her teeth and endured it.
"Open your legs, teacher..."
As soon as Miho opened her legs, he began to rub her from behind, starting from her buttocks, while simultaneously inserting his fingers between her thighs—a rough and blush-inducing caress.
His fingers were buried between her thighs, and then he began to suck on her nipples with his lips, moving from her neck to his lips. After kissing her upper body, seeing that Miho didn't move, he said, "Now it's teacher's turn."
He placed his hand on Miho's shoulder and pointed to his genitals. "I want you to kiss me!"
Miho looked up in surprise.
"What are you looking at! Hurry up and take it out!"
"..."
Seeing the bulge in his jeans, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and began to pull down the zipper.
Since her husband's car accident, oral caresses had lost their effectiveness, so Miho hadn't performed oral sex anymore.
The erect penis, so stiff it was difficult to even remove. Finally, the penis was right before her eyes, a sight that instilled a sense of dread. It wasn't just large; it was a thick, hard shaft, seemingly made of steel, a tender reddish hue, standing erect with an undeniable air of power. The thing penetrating her body was so enormous.
"Are you comparing?"
Miho hurriedly reached out to touch the penis.
"Compared to Nakajo's, which is bigger?"
"Well… I… I don't know…"
"Oh? Then try putting it in your mouth!"
Miho hesitated. Touching a hot, throbbing male organ was something she hadn't experienced in nine years. Would it be alright to have something so large in her mouth? For the first time, she felt uneasy.
"Hurry up. Or do you want me to tie you up?"
She closed her eyes, her lips touching the tip of the penis, opening her mouth to take it in. At that moment, a strange surge of heat rose in her mouth. Slowly, she began to writhe up and down, a strange surge of pleasure coursing through her body. Miho was startled; had her intercourse with her husband just been a charade? Otherwise, why was she experiencing this reaction?
"Deeper, don't just stop there,"
Miho lowered her eyes, obeying her instructions to bury her mouth even deeper.
"Ugh...ugh..."
The hard, hot glans rubbed against her lips, palate, cheeks, even reaching her throat, causing her to moan softly. Miho brushed her hair behind her ear and began to thrust more vigorously.
Slowly, sweat beaded on Miho's forehead, her chest heaving more violently, yet she remained nonchalant.
"Don't forget, this is my third time. How can I come if I'm so slow? The actresses in AVs have better techniques! But you're a married woman now, aren't you? Put in more effort, let me have a good time!"
Miho began to suck on the inside of his penis with her tongue.
Although she was already a wife, the thought of her student engaging in such explicit oral sex made her hesitate.
Moreover, she had little experience in this area over the past nine years, so she wasn't quite sure how to execute it well. But technique aside, she still retained some of the skills she had learned to please her husband during their honeymoon. She had to satisfy him quickly, otherwise, if the time dragged on, the lingering desire from their earlier intercourse might be rekindled.
So she carefully sucked on the penis from the left side to the tip, then slowly slid down the right side, and then kissed it again from right to left. Her tongue moved in a swirling motion, while her left hand gently stroked the scrotum.
Unconsciously, Naji reached into Miho's hair. Miho used all her strength to rub the glans of the penis with her tongue, then gently bit it with her teeth, finally covering it with her lips. Using the already burning penis as a pivot, she moved her lips up and down at will.
She herself seemed to feel the lingering lust within her about to be reignited, ready to erupt at any moment.
Each time the head of Nachi's penis reached deep into her throat, Nachi would groan loudly.
Suddenly, Nachi grabbed Miho's head, and the penis buried in her mouth abruptly became even more erect.
With the gushing semen, Nachi's lower limbs vibrated.
Nachi pulled his penis out.
"Swallow it, teacher..."
Miho hesitated for a moment, but obediently swallowed the overflowing semen.
"I think I'd better put a collar on you."
Miho looked up in surprise.
"Wait... I've been listening to everything you said, haven't I?"
"I'm not going to tie your hands, it's okay."
"Why do you want to wear that?"
"Wearing it makes you look sexier!"
Nachi brushed aside her long hair and placed a red collar around her neck.
"Everyone at school is spreading rumors like this. If I were to sleep with Ms. Miho, who knows what kind of gossip would spread? If they knew that I made the teacher wear a collar and then took off all her clothes to have sex with me, everyone would be so envious of me!"
“That’s too much!”
“That’s right, it shows you’re popular…”
Nachi pulled on the lock attached to the collar, making Miho stand up.
“But none of them know how beautiful Teacher’s breasts are!”
As she spoke, she began to kiss her nipples intently.
“Ah!”
Miho trembled.
“Give me your hands.”
Nachi overlapped the two ropes and hung them in front of her chest.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s a shame to cover them up, I want to make them stand out more…”
The ropes were placed above her nipples, then wrapped around her back, making her breasts swell even more, tightly stretched against the ropes. Perhaps her breasts were also very full, because although the ropes were very close to her skin, she only felt a slight pain.
“Hey…it hurts…it’s uncomfortable…”
Miho said, touching the ropes in front of her chest.
“Don’t touch them. It’s this painful look that makes them sexy.”
Miho glared at Nachi resentfully.
“Let’s go for a drive.”
Nachi took the lock and walked towards the exit.
“Taka…Takazuka-kun…could it be…”
At the exit, Miho grabbed Nachi.
"Are you planning to stay here?"
"My clothes... I need them back."
"No... Teacher, you're breaking your promise, so you'll be punished."
Naji dragged her along, but Miho didn't resist. Finally, Naji let go and said, "Look... what kind of attitude is that? You said you'd do as I said, but you're rebelling right now."
"But... this is too much... how am I supposed to get out like this?"
"Then... you can stay here until dawn. Or you can walk back alone."
Naji sneered and slowly walked out of the park exit.
"Ah..."
Staying here, there was no way anyone would come to save her, no! Even if someone did come to save her, if others knew she was like this, it would be the death of her, and in the middle of the night, walking back home would take twenty minutes, which would be tantamount to suicide.
Miho ran towards the exit, chasing after Naji. As soon as she came outside, her embarrassing state of being naked became even more apparent, even more so than the shame she felt in the bathroom.
"Please... Takazuka-kun... I'll listen to whatever you say, but please give me back my clothes."
She pleaded with Nachi, who was putting on his helmet.
"I'm going to test your sincerity now. Come along."
Nachi straddled the motorcycle, glanced at Miho, and started the engine.
"Ah... wait a minute."
Nachi looked in the rearview mirror, ignoring Miho who was desperately chasing him, and accelerated the motorcycle.
Miho also ran at full speed. If she hadn't been training regularly, she definitely wouldn't have been able to keep up. And she was wearing high heels.
After turning the first corner, Nachi maintained a speed that Miho could keep up with, and then turned another corner. There was a residential street next to him. Fortunately, there were no cars or pedestrians, but the motorcycle engine was very noisy. If someone were to stick their head out of a window at this moment, it would be terrible. Just thinking about this, Miho didn't have the courage to live anymore.
"Please spare me... please..."
After turning another corner, the motorcycle finally slowed down and came to the front of the park. Miho, panting, put her hands on the back of the motorcycle.
“It feels nice to jog occasionally wearing only pantyhose, doesn’t it?”
“What…what’s so fun about this?”
“Get on! You must be tired!”
“Give me…my clothes…”
“If you don’t want to sit…just stay there!”
Then he started the motorcycle again.
“I…I’ll sit…”
But the motorcycle didn’t stop.
“Jump on and sit…Teacher…”
“I…I can’t do it…”
“Then run!”
Miho tried to straddle it, but suddenly the motorcycle accelerated again.
Miho tried two or three times with almost all her might. Her legs and heart were at their limit. To gamble on one last chance, Miho tried to jump.
Just then, the motorcycle suddenly accelerated and sped away.
With the impact, Miho rolled to the ground. She
couldn’t get up anymore. She really wanted to stay like this.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Miho trembled and tried to stand up. Although she thought so, her body wouldn’t obey her. Ah…I can’t do it anymore. Miho closed her eyes.
The footsteps stopped right above her head. A lock was dragging on the ground.
"Let's go... teacher..."
Nachi said coldly, locking the lock on her and walking out.
"Ugh... wait... wait a minute..."
Miho cried out, crawling after Nachi like a four-legged animal. Although it was night, walking like a dog in a residential street wearing only pantyhose was incredibly humiliating, almost driving Miho to a madness.
After following the motorcycle for about thirty kilometers, Miho staggered to her feet.
"Please spare me!"
"The night is still long."
Nachi roughly pulled on the rope.
“The collar suits you quite well.”
“Please…please give me some clothes to wear.”
“Not yet…come sit down…”
Nachi urged her to get on the motorcycle. Miho complied, saying, “Why…why are you doing such a cruel thing to me?”
“To punish you for breaking our promise. And after being abused, the teacher looks really sexy.”
“Damn it!”
“You may be terrible, but you can’t do anything about me!”
Nachi shouted, starting the motorcycle.
After about thirty minutes, they stopped in front of the high school they frequented every day. Miho said in surprise, “What…what are you going to do?”
“Didn’t we already decide? To make love.”
“No…no…”
Miho couldn’t help but cry out.
“What kind of attitude is that…teacher…”
Nachi’s almost cold voice lifted her chin.
“Where…where else…for example…how about going to a hotel?”
Although these words shouldn't come from a teacher, Miho could only try to persuade Nachi in this way.
"Don't you like being at school?"
"Absolutely not."
"Then...then I'll humiliate you at school!"
"Ah!"
Pulled by the collar, Miho followed Nachi into the school's wire fence.
In the dead of night, the school was deserted. However, there were guards inside.
"If you're discovered, you'll be in big trouble!"
"Then blame the teacher, who told you not to cooperate!"
"..."
Nachi untied the rope around her chest and wrapped it around her wrists.
"Hands...don't tie my hands..."
"Is this punishment...or do you want to stay at school like this?"
Miho lowered her head, her hands obediently bound.
"Can you feel anything, teacher..."
"Huh?"
Miho didn't know what he meant, looking at Nachi.
"Your nipples are hard!"
Miho was shocked and hurriedly tried to cover her chest with her bound hands.
"Don't cover up."
Nachi pushed her hands away, staring at her lecherously.
"Liar...liar..."

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