The Death of Kaori Matsuki

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Author: Ye Yuhan
Word Count: 16506

Today, Friday, October 3rd, is my 24th birthday. At lunch, my boyfriend, Tanaka Shiro, invited me to his house
that evening to celebrate. I had a premonition of what he was going to do.

My boyfriend and I met a year ago. He graduated from the University of Tokyo, and his father is a company director with a bright
future ! I am the prettiest girl in the company, with a super figure. Normally, I always keep my feelings for him
within limits, only going as far as hugs and kisses.

This summer, we went on a sea trip together. Although I wore a bikini to let him admire my
beauty, he tried to take advantage of me in the car on the way back, but I firmly refused. At that time, the timing wasn't
right but I would never let Tanaka abandon me for another woman. Today, taking advantage of this auspicious occasion of celebrating my birthday, I
decided to give myself to him. I couldn't miss this opportunity!

After work, I got into my boyfriend's car and drove straight to his house. It was a newly built 2-door house,
which reportedly cost 30 million yen. He was always very proud of it.

When we arrived at Tanaka's house, I looked at the palm trees by the door and felt a hazy mist around me,
as if I were back at the vacation spot I had visited a few days ago. My heart began to pound. We walked arm in arm up the long
staircase. I swayed my full hips, my large breasts heaving like jelly with each soft moan. My
high-heeled sandals clicked on the concrete floor. The staircase was narrow, and Tanaka and I were very
close. His arm was just below my right breast, and with each step, it brushed against my nipple
. It felt like I wanted it! I couldn't help but let out a soft, seductive moan, feeling a throbbing in my
lower abdomen and my cheeks burning.

When we got to Tanaka's house, I took off my high-heeled sandals and went into the living room with him. A
birthday . The news was on TV; the recent horrific serial rape and murder case had been solved. The killer
was a hairdresser, and swimsuit photos of the three victims were being shown on screen. They were all beautiful women with
tanned The female college student named Kiyomi Tanimoto's breasts, encased in her bikini, looked
even larger than mine. Seeing the news, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A few days ago, when I saw the
news , I felt a chill; I had a bad feeling. Fortunately, the killer was caught, and I didn't have to worry anymore!

While watching the news, my boyfriend and I cut a cake and drank champagne, having a great time. Champagne is the best lubricant
for flirting slightly sticky, golden liquid in the slender glass
was held by my red, sexy lips, and with my suggestive gaze, I slowly drank it, hinting at my anticipation to him.
After a few glasses of champagne , I felt a surge of joy and excitement. I imagined my boyfriend pouncing on me, pressing down on me, kneading my full
breasts, his penis forcefully penetrating my tender, wet vagina. As I thought about it, I realized my body was aroused
. My nipples swelled and hardened, my lower abdomen burned, and my vagina felt tingly and empty. Sticky, wet
fluids flowed out unconsciously, as if I wanted something to fill me.

Halfway through the drinks, Tanaka pulled me close and kissed me. Because we had just eaten cake,
our mouths were still sweet. I felt like I had suddenly become drunk, completely drained of strength.
He kissed me tightly, refusing to let go, while his hands pressed against my shoulders, making it impossible for me to leave his embrace.
His tongue sucked on my tongue, and I offered him my saliva, wrapping my arms around his
armpits. Ahh… just kissing was enough to bring me to orgasm… Finally, I collapsed into
his arms, completely exhausted.

His kiss was passionate, his caresses even more domineering. He reached behind me and unzipped my dress,
revealing my pink silk bra. I felt a little shy at that moment, because the pink
style was so girlish, completely incompatible with my office lady look. But he didn't say much.
After examining me for a moment, he reached behind me and neatly unzipped it. My breasts, which I was so proud of, were
completely exposed. Against my summer-tanned skin, my snow-white breasts were indeed alluring. Tanaka
pinched my nipples with his fingers, and I felt waves of electric stimulation. My long-dormant legs were soaking wet, and when I
opened them, I even felt a slight coolness.

Then he climbed on top of me, taking turns sucking on my nipples. I felt my full breasts
swell again. He stroked my long hair with one hand and explored between my legs with the other. My face was
burning hot, and sweat began to pour down. My delicate neck turned red.

"It's already soaking wet!" Tanaka said, completely dazed.

"Looking tempting, huh? Hehe, if you're tempted, then use it... Put it inside, and I'll give you the ultimate pleasure
..." I replied, twisting my sexy, slender waist.

Tanaka took off all his clothes, revealing his erect penis, which was pointing proudly at the ceiling, its
engorged purplish-red glans oozing clear fluid. My heart pounded. He
took off my stockings and ripped off my dress at the same time. Now I was only wearing my already soaking wet pink silk panties. It
was a very thin pink thong, part of a set with the bra. The narrow pink fabric
couldn't cover my entire private area, and a few restless pubic hairs peeked out from the edge of the thong. What was even more shocking was that
the front of the thong was made of semi-transparent lace, through which you could see a patch of black trimmed pubic hair, while my anus
was only covered by a thin string. It was incredibly sexy! The camel toe area in the center of my crotch was already soaking wet.

Tanaka pulled down my panties, spread my pink legs, pounced on me, grabbed my breasts, and
thrust his large penis against the entrance of my darkened, everted vulva, violently entwining my clitoris.

The foreplay was nearing its end; the rising temperatures of both Tanaka and me proved we were fully engaged.
Tanaka's penis had grown even larger, and my vagina was already gushing out fluids like a flood
, occasionally releasing bubbles!

The intense pleasure almost made me cry; my body stiffened, my legs kicked wildly, and fluids gushed forth!

Tanaka sucked on my two erect nipples alternately, then lifted my legs; my crotch was already
overflowing. After rubbing his penis up and down against my labia a few times, his engorged, thick penis
, impatient for further stimulation, hastily pressed against the entrance of my vagina. I felt the penis about to penetrate my cunt…
I let out a seductive moan: "Ah...ahhh...I'm coming...coming...ahhh..."

Unlike my ex-boyfriend, he didn't rush to thrust in. Instead, he slowly rubbed the head of his penis against my vulva,
seemingly searching for the right angle, or perhaps getting it wet with my overflowing juices. My pubic hair was naturally
thick and hadn't been shaved in a long time, a tangled mess like a thicket of reeds, exposed before him, making me
blush . He moved slowly from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. Several times I thought he had found
the right spot and hurriedly moved forward to meet him, only to retreat in disappointment. As he rubbed against my vulva, he observed my
expression. Seeing my disappointment mixed with impatience, he smiled and said, "Okay, okay, don't be nervous, let's
take it slow..."

As he spoke, he had already found the right angle, and with ample lubrication, he slowly inserted the head of his penis
. He thrust in slowly and powerfully, finally reaching the very bottom of my vagina. I felt my entire cavity
filled with him, and a feeling of pleasure spread through me. I couldn't help but let out a wild, ecstatic cry, my eyes rolling back
in my head . My pussy was hot, swollen, numb, sore, and itchy—a mixture of sensations.

He withdrew from my wetness and then thrust in again. I gasped for breath, then
let out a soft moan. As he thrust faster, he asked, "Kaori, how long has it been since you last had sex?" I didn't want
to answer, but his intense movements made it hard to concentrate, and in a daze, I replied, "A...a year."
He pinched the flesh on my thigh and thrust hard twice, until I couldn't hold back any longer and cried out loud.
Then he said, "What a waste! From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to fuck you like this...
" After that, he launched into a rapid, violent series of thrusts, as if trying to knock my soul out of my throat. In
the extreme pleasure, I even felt like I was flying.

Tanaka hoisted my beautiful legs onto his shoulders, lifted my pert buttocks, and continued to thrust violently. The flow of my
juices was so plentiful it reached my cleavage. My breasts, kneaded and squeezed, were soaked with my juices.
Seeing this, Tanaka seemed even more aroused, thrusting faster.

His enormous penis entered my cunt from different angles each time. Tanaka deliberately slowed his pace when withdrawing,
enjoying the sight of the juices being drawn out, before plunging back in heavily. Each

thrust made me moan and scream, oblivious to the soundproofing of the living room . Tanaka, equally aroused, pounded into me, each thrust sending me to ecstasy. The light makeup I'd applied before leaving in the morning was now smudged with sweat from the intense lovemaking. I gasped, "Oh… ah… oh…" a groan escaping my throat. I gripped his broad shoulders, my lust growing stronger, wishing he would thrust all the way in. So I wrapped my long legs around my boyfriend's thick waist, swaying and twisting my soft body in rhythm with his thrusts. "Oh...oh..." I felt my lower abdomen and thighs trembling incessantly. "Ah...!" My vagina was overflowing with fluid, gushing out with each contraction. My buttocks muscles tensed tightly, my waist arched upwards, my hands clenched into fists, and I twisted my hips in rhythm with the thrusts. With each back and forth, I felt an electric current rush to my head, followed by twitching muscles throughout my body. A surge of heat rushed into my vagina. "Ugh!..." It was as if my brain had been completely overwhelmed, unable to think, and I let out a lewd moan: "Ah~ ah ~ ah ah ah~" "Hmm! Ah!" Tanaka lifted my upturned buttocks, grabbed my legs, and began to pound into me, of course, thrusting hard into my cunt. This position allowed me to see my cunt being turned inside out, and also the penis massaging my sensitive spot. Tanaka suddenly grabbed my buttocks and thrust forcefully into my cunt, each thrust going all the way in before pulling out completely, then slamming into my cervix. His large penis began to throb, and Tanaka's breathing became rapid. "I'm going to cum!" Pulling his tongue out of my cherry-like mouth, Tanaka's thrusting speed reached its peak, each stroke tearing open my labia, spraying my juices everywhere. I was gradually brought to orgasm by the rapid thrusting, my long limbs tightly embracing Tanaka, swaying my buttocks, clenching my cunt, trying to feel the ultimate pleasure. "Ah, ah! Mmm! I, I'm going to cum!" Tanaka thrust heavily—my cunt trembled as if electrocuted, an indescribable tingling and numbness rising rapidly, rushing to the back of my head, followed by intense dizziness, then numbness spreading from the back of my head to my thighs, then all the way until I almost lost consciousness, like my soul briefly leaving my body. It felt so comfortable, so relaxing; the pleasure of the orgasm made me feel like I was in paradise. After a few throbs, the massive penis pressed its head against my cervix and ejaculated a large amount of semen. The ejaculation lasted a long time inside me, during which we French kissed, until Tanaka's semen filled my vagina and he stopped ejaculating. After my orgasm, my body collapsed weakly into Tanaka's arms, while he touched my slightly swollen lower abdomen, filled with semen. It felt so good, so perfect. After making love, I felt completely relaxed. My wheat-colored body lay on top of him, legs spread, letting my vaginal fluids and semen slowly drip from my pubic hair, drop by drop. Between my legs, it was like a riverbed freshly washed by a flood, my pubic hair a mess. But I didn't have time to care—I had to shave it this weekend; only smooth skin would feel so good, I thought. Tanaka hugged me, his hands teasing my body relentlessly, from my breasts to my shoulders, neck, and lower abdomen. I had always thought that a woman's erogenous zones were limited to those three points, but now I realized that wherever his hands touched, my desire flared, and I felt an overwhelming urge to ignite. My legs were wet again. I shyly pressed his hands down and whispered, "You're too amazing, I'm afraid I can't handle it." "Then don't hold back, why should you?" He said, and then lowered his head to kiss me again. Unlike our first kiss, this one was gentle and lingering, our tongues only occasionally touching , a tender and teasing exchange. Gradually, my whole body heated up, and my thighs involuntarily stretched out and then pulled back. Seeing my rising desire, he whispered in my ear, "Kneel on the tatami." I knew he was going to penetrate me from behind. Actually, I had rarely tried positions other than normal with my ex-boyfriends, and I had only done it two or three times at most, so I was a little nervous. Seeing my nervous expression, he smiled and reassured me, "What's wrong?"

"Never tried this before? Don't be nervous, relax, um, that's it."

The rear-entry position was a bit difficult to coordinate at first, and I didn't have much experience. Under his guidance, I lifted my hips, and
after several attempts, he finally aimed correctly. He slowly inserted the head of his penis, and then thrust it all the way in without any
tenderness . His movements were so wild that I cried out in pain, but this time he didn't compromise. Each time
, he almost pulled out completely, paused slightly, and then thrust in all the way again. Although the speed wasn't very fast,
each time he penetrated to the deepest part of my body, making me feel waves of churning in my uterus and lower abdomen. "Painful
yet pleasurable " is the perfect way to describe my current state.

My boyfriend kept thrusting in and out of me from behind, and I shook my head while tightly gripping
the clothes on the tatami mat to relieve the overly intense stimulation. Later, I couldn't maintain the kneeling position anymore, and my whole body
kept leaning forward, only to be pulled back by him. Finally, he pulled my arms behind my back, leaving my body
completely unsupported in front of me, at his mercy. The initial slapping sounds of limbs colliding gradually mixed with the sound of water, a blend of sounds
I couldn't quite describe. I felt water flowing down my thighs, and I was instantly filled with shame;
the word "lewd" vaguely surfaced in my mind. Because the thrusting had lasted long enough, my vagina had slowly relaxed, completely devoid of
pain, leaving only a feeling of pleasure that rippled outwards from my lower body, even
reaching my limbs. I knew I was about to climax again.

This was truly an unprecedented experience. I rarely achieved vaginal orgasms; with my ex-boyfriend, even
after ten times of sex, it was difficult to achieve one. But today, I had two within a short hour. The immense
pleasure was like a whirlpool, engulfing me completely. I helplessly lowered my head; all my senses seemed to
have degenerated, leaving only the stimulation and enjoyment of sex. I don't know how much time passed before I felt Tanaka ejaculate inside me again.
I was sprawled on the tatami mat, limbs outstretched, while he carefully wiped my thighs with a tissue,
teasingly saying, "You're such a watery woman, the water's all over my legs." He then
rolled over, letting me lie on top of him, like a happy little lamb, curled up in his arms.

After the revelry, we lay side by side on the tatami mat, my naked body soaking wet, sweat making my wheat-
colored skin glisten. My long, dark thighs were wrapped around my boyfriend's strong, bronze thighs; our
bodies looked so perfectly matched. He gently pinched my nipple, saying, "Kaori, you have such a great figure,
slim where you should be, curvy where you should be, possessing both the youthful energy of a girl and the mature charm of a woman. You're truly a
perfect woman."

After a long period of tenderness, I stood up. The moment I stepped onto the tatami mat, the semen that had been accumulating in my vagina
liquefied into a thin, pale, rice-water-like liquid, gushing down my thighs. Tanaka quickly
grabbed dabbed them at my vaginal opening, soaking it instantly. He tossed them into the trash can and then grabbed
two more to cover it with his hands.

Waves of passionate lovemaking ensued. Before I knew it, it was past ten o'clock.

My thong was still wet with the semen, sticky and unwearable.
My boyfriend suddenly snatched it away.

"Kaori, keep this thong as a souvenir!"

Without waiting for my reply, he put it in his pocket.

I panicked and rushed over to grab it, 'No, give it to me now, I...I...you took it...
what am I supposed to wear?'

'You won't wear anything!' he teased, 'It's nighttime anyway, it's so dark, if neither of us says anything,
who will know?'

I absolutely refused; it would be so embarrassing to be without underwear in front of my crush. But I eventually gave in
. However, my boyfriend went too far and ended up taking my bra and stockings for himself. I was speechless.

My boyfriend drove me back to my apartment in Kamikitaze.

'No need to drive me,' I said.

My boyfriend sped up, saying, 'How can I leave such a beauty walking alone at night?'

'Don't worry. I'll choose a well-lit route home from the station.'

'No, today is Friday. It's Friday with the series of murders.' '

The evening paper reported that the man from Friday was arrested and indicted. He's supposedly a hairstylist at a
beauty salon .'

'Is the report true?' Tanaka asked sarcastically."

"How is it unrealistic?"

"It's been a month and there's still no report of the killer being caught. The newspapers are harshly criticizing the police, maybe they're just arresting suspects to avoid
blame ."

"The newspapers have already published the killer's photo."

"Now that they can do head transplants and composite photos, it's a piece of cake for the police to do this."

"You're being too suspicious!"

"I'm just worried about you!"

I stopped talking, but I still didn't believe it. The guy from Friday had clearly been caught.

My rented apartment was about 100 meters from the entrance to the alley on Jiaozhou Street. My boyfriend stopped
the car and drove me back to the apartment. I glanced at my watch; it was almost 11 o'clock. My boyfriend and I walked along the quiet
tree-lined path, the evening breeze blowing through my long hair, lifting my short skirt, and the high-heeled sandals tapping on the concrete.
It was incredibly peaceful, tranquil, and comfortable.

My apartment was called "Hagoromo." Although it was only 1 dk, it had a bathroom and toilet,
which I was quite satisfied with.

"Can I see your room? I'm very interested in a girl's room," Tanaka said.

"Sure!" I nodded in agreement. He put his arm around my waist and we went into the room together.

We ran into the building manager, Mr. Egami, at the top of the stairs. He smiled slightly, looked at me, then at Tanaka.

"That guy is so annoying," my boyfriend said.

"Ignore him, ignore him," I said, opening the door to my second-floor room. It was a very feminine and
beautifully decorated room. I took off my high-heeled sandals, put on slippers, and handed another pair of slippers to
my boyfriend . He also took off his leather shoes, put on my slippers, and we began to tour my apartment.

My boyfriend excitedly even toured the bathroom, saying with emotion, "A girl's boudoir is simply
a dream world!"

I was a little confused and surprised by his words.

"Maybe he's really naive!" I thought, as I brewed coffee. After finishing our coffee,
I took him home. As my boyfriend walked down the stairs and his footsteps disappeared outside, I turned back to close the door, heat the bath water, and
prepare to change into my pajamas. Then I remembered the birthday present I bought for myself while shopping at noon. I decided to try on
the clothes !

I took off my dress and looked at my naked body in the mirror. It was a beautiful body.
Big , dark eyes, long, lustrous hair—the kind of woman most boys would dream of. Large breasts, yet
a perfectly proportioned figure. A slender waist, smooth thighs, full hips, forming a
beautiful curve from neck to toe. Except for my breasts and genitals, my entire body was jet black—truly a masterpiece of God,
an incarnation ! I was quite proud of my beautiful figure. Touching my slender waist,
I spun around in front of the mirror, smugly pushing up my full, firm breasts. I bent over, admiring my
alluring , then turned to face the mirror sideways, proudly sticking out my round, pert buttocks.

Since I was about to take a shower, I wasn't wearing underwear. I put on the beige t-shirt and white mini-skirt I'd bought at noon
, and then picked up a pair of high-heeled sandals I'd been eyeing for a long time, which I'd finally decided to buy at noon.

They were pink, thin-soled high-heeled sandals with two straps about 0.5 cm wide
intersecting on the upper, adorned with a heart-shaped embellishment. The elegant stiletto heels and straps extending from the sole at the arch of my foot,
wrapping around my ankle, and fastening with a buckle on the side were quite beautiful. I held the two shoes in my hands, examined them, and
placed them on the ground in front of me with satisfaction. Then, with a deft movement, I slipped my feet into them and
stood in front of the mirror. As expected, high-heeled sandals truly possess a magical power,
enhancing my already quite stylish outfit. Wearing a pretty, well-fitting short skirt and sexy high-heeled sandals,
I looked radiant, like a princess standing in front of the mirror. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror repeatedly, then turned
to the side, tiptoed on my right foot, bent my right leg into a graceful pose facing the mirror, twisted my neck, and
gazed at my foot in the mirror with satisfaction. Then I turned back and did the same on the other side.

Feeling a little tired, I went to the bathroom. The water wasn't very hot yet, so I sat on the sofa, waiting for the bathwater to heat up.

My body still lingered with the heat from our lovemaking in the bed. Tomorrow is Saturday, a day off from
work . My boyfriend will definitely call to ask me out. What should I do then? Should I agree immediately
or hold back a little? Will he still sleep with me again? Thinking about this, I felt myself getting wet.
Should I masturbate?

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"What did you forget here?" I thought it was my boyfriend coming back to get something, so I
asked as I opened the door, then turned and went into the inner room, feigning a playful reproach: "Forgot something, didn't you?"

However, a strong arm grabbed my slender neck from behind! It wasn't my boyfriend!

My hands gripped the sliding door, and I slowly fell down. He took the opportunity to push me to the ground and slammed the door shut with his foot. He grabbed
my neck tightly from behind with both hands, and instantly my neck hurt terribly, and I couldn't breathe!

The murderer wanted to strangle me!

"Oh...stop! Let me go!"

I was like a horse being pulled by the reins from behind! He tightened his grip on my throat from behind, making "uh
...uh..." sounds. I twisted my body, felt a wave of dizziness, and tried to breathe but couldn't get any air in.

"Oh...!" I struggled to prop myself up on my elbows, my breasts bobbing rapidly in a rhythmic
circular motion as the murderer pressed my back and buttocks down with his heavy body. I could only
frantically shake my head from side to side, reaching back to grab the murderer who was strangling me, but I couldn't grab anything!

"Wearing a bikini, flirting with men, fooling around!" the man said in a low voice.

"Is this a new patterned bikini? The parts that aren't tanned are too white. I know everything about you—
"

Bikini? How did he know? Suddenly I remembered the Friday murder case that was on the news that night! All three
girls who were raped and murdered were girls who wore bikinis! Could what my boyfriend said be true...? The murderer on Friday
wasn't actually caught... Could I be raped and murdered by him too? It's said that the women he raped and murdered all died naked.
I don't want that! As long as he doesn't strangle me on the spot and leave my slutty life, I'll slowly find a way
to escape. As long as there's a way to survive, I'll hold on!

The pain of oxygen deprivation caused my whole body to spasm; my lungs felt like air-sucked sacs, suffocating, as if a fire
was burning inside! Sweat streamed down my body like rivers. My sweat-soaked pajamas clung to my skin,
sticking to my disheveled hair that fell across my face! "Ugh... oh... oh..." The killer tightened the noose, and I couldn't breathe at all! My eyes throbbed with a squeezing pain, blood rushed to my brain, and my constricted lungs felt like they were being doused with boiling oil, accompanied by an intense, burning !! This feeling then spread rapidly to my abdomen and my entire body, like countless insects gnawing at me... Am I going to die like this...? It hurts so much... My vision went black, and I lost consciousness. ... I slowly woke up, the pain making me temporarily forget what had happened. I found myself completely naked, a man straddling me, his penis already inside my vagina , thrusting violently. It was huge, incredibly huge, a whole size bigger than my boyfriend's I'd just tried . A cool sensation washed over my sweaty buttocks, a feeling like ants crawling across my flesh. This strange sensation brought my senses back to me; my breasts and genitals started to itch, my vagina felt tingly , and my thighs were wet and sticky with fluid. A profound emptiness and loneliness filled my mind. The perpetrator's thrusting was completely different from my boyfriend's. It didn't necessarily penetrate deeply, nor did it follow any pattern; it was just fast, like a human motor, constantly thrusting in, out, and in again. In just a few minutes , my tight, wet vagina was opened hundreds of times. I felt sparks fly with each thrust. In my frenzy, my hands involuntarily reached behind him, grabbing his shoulders, even gripping him tightly. I could clearly feel my vagina opening wider, the fluid increasing. My eyes were fixed straight up, meeting his gaze. He exuded an aura of supreme authority, his deep eyes fixed on me, making me...

My heart raced, and I quickly looked down. To my surprise, this glance revealed a scene of intercourse. Although I
couldn't see the full penetration, I could clearly see his thick, veiny penis, which,
when withdrawn, brought out white threads, and my dark pubic hair was covered in droplets, more and more of them.
This visual stimulation sent another surge of excitement through me, and soon, the number of white threads coming out of my genitals seemed to
increase …

"Damn! So good! This cunt is so tight and wet, so good to fuck!" The man looked on with pleasure, thrusting harder
and harder, as if he wanted to break me.

He was right; I could feel my body constantly secreting fluids, my crotch soaking wet,
even more so than the most wanton prostitute. Each thrust produced a lascivious, wet sound, making me blush with shame.

Suddenly, I heard him breathing heavily, and his thrusting became faster and faster. Realizing he was about to
ejaculate, I immediately pleaded, "Don't ejaculate inside! Please, please don't..."

He ignored my pleas and continued thrusting forcefully, faster and faster, almost reaching his climax.

I pushed against his thighs with both hands, begging him not to ejaculate inside. Suddenly, he yelled,
and I felt something hot shoot into my vagina! He had ejaculated inside me, forcefully pulling my buttocks
towards him, pressing them tightly against him.

My buttocks remained pressed tightly against his thighs, his penis twitching a few times inside my vagina, and
I felt several streams of hot semen shoot into me. After he finished, he immediately pulled out his penis, and some
semen slowly flowed out of my vagina. Then he flipped me over, and I stared blankly at
the ceiling. To alleviate the pain, I tried to relax and mentally conjure up erotic images to stimulate myself:
"He raped me, his penis raped my vagina, his semen raped my uterus, his
claws almost crushed my breasts, I was completely ravaged and played with by him, naked and straddled by him,
his most private parts as a woman were seen, touched, and penetrated by him." Thinking this, the tension in my heart
eased a little.

Then he mounted me again, and I thought he was going to do it again. But I was wrong, he grabbed
my delicate neck again! I couldn't breathe immediately and stuck out my tongue. I grabbed the murderer's hands with both hands,
trying to pry them open, but women are inherently weaker than men, and the multiple sexual encounters with my boyfriend that night and the
rape had exhausted my strength, making my resistance very weak.

"Let me go!" I desperately thought to myself, but I couldn't breathe anymore, and then,
a clear, crisp sound of bones deforming came.

"No! Are you going to kill me?"

The threat of death, and the fear that followed, spread instantly, but the chemical reaction it caused
caused my cunt to produce even more lustful fluid.

After a while, the murderer suddenly released his grip, and I lay on the bed,
coughing . It seems that this murderer is the man from Friday! My life is in danger today! But as long as he doesn't
strangle me to death on the spot and spares my life, I will still slowly think of a way to escape. As long as there is a way to survive,
I will hold on!

However, he grabbed my neck again, and my breathing was stopped. My lungs felt like a ball of fire, extremely uncomfortable
.

I grabbed the hand that was choking my throat with both hands, and made "uh...uh..." sounds. My shapely legs
kicked incessantly, and my whole body convulsed violently.

I could hear the cracking sound of my throat bones being strangled. My tongue involuntarily stuck out, and
a lot of saliva secreted in my mouth. Some of it went down my throat, and some spilled from the corners of my mouth. It streamed down my face,
which must have turned blue by now.

The lack of oxygen was getting worse, and I finally experienced the greatest physical pain from lung spasms,
a pain mixed with a slight pleasure—so satisfying!

Ah? The murderer's huge penis was inserted into my cunt again, but this time he didn't thrust actively. My
struggles and kicks caused his penis to move in and out of my cunt, so itchy! I increased the intensity of my struggles, not
knowing if it was to save my cunt's life or to gain some final pleasure.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." I kept moaning, whether it was a lewd moan or a scream.

The pleasure in my private parts was getting stronger and stronger. I felt more and more lustful fluid being secreted there, and at the same time, I was about
to burst . I really wanted to just pee, but my remaining sense of self-restraint prevented me from abandoning my ladylike image. I'd rather hold on
until I die! It seems I can't escape death today.

I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die...I'm going to become a limp, incontinent, and wretched female corpse. My neck
is being strangled so painfully…

I must look awful right now. I'm not reconciled, I hate it so much! I don't want to die! Ah, did I
pee? I don't want to die! Ah… my life… It seems I really won't survive tonight.

It's so painful. Am I going to be strangled to death like this? No, I don't want to die! I can't die so
pathetically and shamefully! No… Help… Don't lose control of your bladder… No!!

Okay, I'll just pee… At least I can pee all over the murderer, as revenge for killing me…

Oh no, I need to pee! No! I can't! I have to hold it in… Hold it in… Hold it in… I can't hold it in anymore
… Ugh…

Losing control of my bladder is like a flood, so embarrassing! Does losing control of my bladder mean my life is over
…

Ah! My pussy is so hot! The contractions started to tighten violently… clench tighter… I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum… Ah
… I’m squirting… It feels so good… This orgasm is really good… Is this what they call a final climax
…

The murderer ejaculated again…

I’m going to become a wretched corpse like those three women…

I’m so young, I don’t want to die…

Why me…

Why is this happening…

I don’t want to die…

Ah… I can’t take it anymore…

…I can’t bear it!

My heart was filled with a feeling of wanting to cry but being unable to, and all I could hear was a huge buzzing sound! I grabbed
the hand that was choking my throat with both hands, tried to open my mouth wide, and kicked my shapely legs incessantly, my tense body convulsing violently as if I had been
electrocuted .

I wanted to tell him, beg him to let me die quickly and painlessly…

My strong legs straightened and pressed together, trembling incessantly… At this moment, my eyes lost focus,
my limbs began to feel numb, my heart began to beat irregularly, and my throbbing, aching
brain could no longer think. My consciousness began to blur, my mind filled with fragmented thoughts and wild fantasies
…

I’m going to die…

I’m not married yet, I’m not reconciled, I hate it so much…

At this moment, my eyes lost focus, everything before my eyes turned bright red, the pain from being strangled seemed
to lessen, and my mind suddenly became unusually clear, but my thoughts were still fragmented.

I, Kaori Matsuki, am going to die. I’m so young, only 24 years old, my beautiful life has just
begun , countless dreams have not yet been realized, I haven’t married yet, I haven’t become a mother yet, how can it end like this?
Fate is too cruel! Why is this happening?

Those three girls who were raped and murdered on the news tonight, they must have suffered as much as I did before they died…

My muscles were completely paralyzed and numb, I couldn’t even move my eyes or make any expression. My wide-open eyes saw
only a deathly blackness, nothing at all…

I'm dying, I'm not reconciled, I hate it so much…

After a violent shiver… I relaxed completely… I felt like
I was floating , my thoughts fragmented…

I must look awful now… Is it okay for others to see me like this…?

In the void of darkness… this last thought cycled through my mind several times, then slowly
dissipated… disappeared…

I felt like I was floating in the cold, chilling darkness, a strange floating sensation, in endless darkness…

sinking into a relaxation I'd never experienced before… I don't know how long… I felt like I was waking up from a dream…

uh… uh… it felt like a dream.

…What happened…?

I looked around; it was my rented apartment. But this time, I realized I was truly floating in
mid-air , my body transparent. It took me a while to realize, I was dead.

I was really dead.

The agonizing pain that had plunged me into suffocation vanished from my mind the moment I touched my neck.
My soul felt cleansed and clear, and memories flashed before
my eyes , each one vivid and clear. I was surprised to find my body floating in
the silent room like air.

I saw another version of myself, twisted and frozen on the tatami mat. My beautiful face
was now bluish-purple from suffocation. My once captivating eyes were wide open, as if about to pop out of their sockets
, bloodshot and streaked with tears. Two streams of tears, mixed with makeup and dust, painted a totem-like pattern on my jade-like
face . My delicate tongue was forced out of my mouth. Those wide-open eyes
stared directly at me, as if gazing in astonishment at this soul floating above me.

My young life, barely 24 years old, had been raped and murdered in this very place just moments before.

I watched from behind as the naked man pressed down on my naked body, his buttocks still thrusting rhythmically. He
was intently ravaging my lifeless flesh, venting his pent-up desires. I lay face up on the tatami mat,
legs spread wide, a large puddle of liquid near my genitals—probably
a mixture of my vaginal fluid, urine, and the man's semen—slowly seeping into the tatami mat…

I remembered. This was my corpse. I was dead. This
body , was naked, my face contorted, my black hair disheveled, my tongue half-protruding. This expression
was so different from the image of myself I remembered; it almost startled me. My thighs were spread wide, my naked body,
like the body of the man who was still raping me, was soaked in
sweat . Watching myself being violated in a corpse from outside my own body was a truly bizarre feeling!
Finally, the man convulsed, seemingly ejaculating inside me again.

"They died in great pain!" A light, ethereal voice sounded behind my soul.

I turned around and saw three female souls.

"Who are you? Ah! It's you?" These three souls were the three girls I'd seen on the news that night, the
girls raped and murdered by Friday's demon!

"Yes! We were all killed by this man," said one of
the souls , and showed me a picture.

The maple leaves in the thicket hadn't yet turned red. A naked female corpse lay face down on the ground, her large buttocks raised. Her lovely head
was slightly tilted, pressed against the grass, her beautiful eyes completely rolled back, with teardrops still clinging to the corners. Her
flushed cheeks still exuded a seductive aura, and her long, protruding scarlet tongue seemed to want to lick
something. Saliva clung to the corners of her mouth, forming a cloudy thread. The corpse's slender waist had completely collapsed,
her large breasts were compressed into thick mounds of flesh, and her legs were slightly spread apart as she knelt, her plump, white buttocks
raised high. The deceased young woman was tanned exceptionally dark, making the outline of her swimsuit particularly clear, almost
as if she were wearing a white bikini.

"This is my corpse. I was the first one raped and murdered by this man. By the way, my name is Hashida Yumiko, and I
lived in Kasuya 2-chome, very close to here."

"My name is Tanimoto Kiyomi!"

"My name is Kimihara Kuniko!"

said the spirits of the other two victims, simultaneously displaying the scenes of their deaths.

In a seemingly chaotic house, Tanimoto Kiyomi lay naked on the floor. Her swimsuit
outline was clearly visible, her breasts large, her areolas dark, her nipples erect, her lower abdomen white and delicate, her labia dark and everted,
suggesting she had a frequent sex life and was probably not a virgin like me. Her black pubic hair was extremely thick and
abundant , growing almost to her lower abdomen and extending to her thighs. The pubic hair was messy, curly,
and glossy black, intuitively exuding a strong sense of sensuality. Her legs were spread wide, and a trickle of white fluid flowed from her dark vulva
, indicating she had been raped. A large puddle of urine surrounded her genitals, suggesting she
had lost control of her bladder when she was killed. Like me, who had just been strangled, this female corpse's eyes were rolled back, her lipstick-covered lips were wide
open, her tongue lolling out, her face contorted in pain, and a purple ring around her neck.

Like Kiyomi Tanimoto and me, Kuniko Kimihara lay sprawled in a tatami room.
Her expression was much calmer than mine and Kiyomi's, but she still seemed to be in pain.

"What did the killer do? The news said he's been caught," I asked.

"The killer worked at a photo lab, his name was Hiroshi Sato," Kiyomi replied. "He was the one who printed the photos we had previously
commissioned . He wrote down our names and addresses, printed an extra set
of our photos, and then ambushed us near our house on Friday night. We found all this out after we died;
we still don't understand his motive."

By this time, the killer, Hiroshi Sato, was already dressed, while my body, Kaori Matsuki's body, remained lying
on the floor , never to rise again!

The killer turned off the lights and left. The moonlight, like water, streamed in through the window, illuminating my round, beautiful feet
. The moonlight reflected off my glistening toenails.

My body lay alone on the tatami mat, exposing those glaring colors. My

entire body was tanned, with white tan lines from my bikini.

My pretty face was still purplish.

Her lips, painted with lipstick, should have been pale, but remained a vibrant, luscious red.

Her protruding tongue was purple.

Her round eyes were wide open, bulging out of their sockets.

The ligature marks on her twisted neck had turned black.

Her two dark arms lay out at her sides.

Two erect, purplish-black nipples stood proudly on her large breasts.

White, transparent liquid oozed from her black, everted vulva.

Her long, black, flowing hair was piled loosely around her head.

I was to lie like this until my body was discovered.

The spirits of the other three victims led me outside, where Sato opened a white car and drove away
.

"He lived near Chitose Karayama, very close by," Yumiko said. She lived in Roka Park,
only a kilometer or so from my house. I vaguely remembered Yumiko; perhaps I had seen her a few times on my commute.

"It's amazing that people really do have souls after they die!" I exclaimed.

"It's not that good. My soul has weakened considerably and might completely
dissipate next month," Yumiko said. We all fell silent after hearing this.

"It would be good if we could see Sato get caught before my soul dissipates," Kiyomi Tanimoto said. "Maybe
new sisters will join us next week."

Back in the house, my body was still lying in the same spot. I tried to reunite my soul with my body, but
it was no use . This reminded me that I was indeed dead. Although I seemed to still be conscious, I couldn't
communicate with anyone in the living world.

At that moment, the door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man with a flashlight and a somewhat lewd appearance poked his head in:
"Ms. Matsuki?" he called softly. It was the caretaker, Mr. Egami. Egami slowly walked in, then suddenly stopped. His eyes reflected a pair of bare feet and calves

sticking out from the doorway of the inner room . Ah... Is it really okay for Mr. Egami to see my naked, shamefully exposed corpse like this? He opened the bedroom sliding door, his lewd gaze lingering on my snow-white, high breasts for a while before looking at W's face. He saw my bluish-purple face, my protruding tongue, and my wide-open eyes. Tears, snot, and saliva smeared my makeup. Jiang Shang was shocked and rushed over to pick up my corpse. My neck was limp, my beautiful head, fragrant from my hair , rested in his arms. My body, from the struggle, was not cold at all; in fact, it was warmer than when I was alive ! He pressed my pulse, then pressed his ear against my breasts, listening carefully. "Kaori, I feel like he deliberately took advantage of you," came Tanimoto Kiyomi's voice beside him. "Don't say that. He's always so respectable. I never knew he was so lewd." After confirming I was dead, Jiang Shang quietly left my apartment. A few minutes later, he came back in wearing thin plastic gloves. He actually grabbed my soft right breast with his left hand, and with his right thumb and forefinger, he parted my labia again. His middle finger caressed around the opening for a while, and then suddenly, with a "plop," it plunged into my vagina. After probing for a moment, he inserted his right forefinger as well, and my vagina made a "gurgling" sound, extremely lewd. After he had satisfied his craving to defile my corpse , he pulled his fingers out. His fingers were firmly held by the tender, thin walls of the opening, the flesh being pulled slightly outwards , and the vaginal fluid inside was thickened and foamed white. When his fingers were pulled out of the opening, they made a lewd "pop" sound. Then he immediately pulled down his pants and took out his already hard penis, a trace of white fluid already flowing . He stroked my large breasts, and pulled my tongue, which was already sticking out of my mouth, out even longer. Then he took my delicate hand and placed it on his penis, beginning to stroke it. After hundreds of frantic strokes, he finally let out a howl, arching his body and convulsing as he ejaculated a large amount of thick semen, which all ended up in a handkerchief he had prepared beforehand. The administrator went out to get a camera, took dozens of photos of my body, and then called the police. A dozen minutes later, the police arrived at the scene. Yellow police tape was quickly put up. Then two policemen in suits arrived at the scene of my murder. After examining the scene, the forensic doctor loaded my body into a car and took it to nearby Meiji University for an autopsy the next day. Yumiko and Kuniko's bodies were also autopsied at Meiji University, but Kiyomi Tanimoto, who was a student at Meiji University , was not autopsied there; instead, she was autopsied at the Otsuka Clinic. The next day, the police took my poor boyfriend away and locked him up. The doctor who autopsied my body confirmed that the semen in my body was type O, which also happened to be my boyfriend's type O. However, I find it strange because the semen in was type B, and I was also raped by Sato, so why wasn't his semen detected? During the follow-up examination, the forensic doctor detected type B blood in the semen the murderer ejaculated into my body. Yet, the police told reporters that I was some kind of "modern girl," and they even found several of my ex-boyfriends. One of them, Tsuji Seiichi , admitted to having sexual relations with me in front of the police. It's all so absurd! Five days after my death, the murderer Sato targeted another girl named Hisashi Noriko, who worked at a magazine publishing company in central . My four sisters and I are now silently mourning for this girl. Sato's attacks on women have never been...

We four sisters all failed in our attempts; we were all brutally raped and murdered by him.

Hisashi Noriko's boyfriend was a journalist; he appeared at the press conference following my murder. On Friday,
the four of us sisters were keeping an eye on Sato near her house. Sato sneaked up to her doorstep and, when Noriko returned home,
abducted her.

This time, Sato failed again. Her boyfriend ran back, telling the police that the image of my body
kept appearing in his mind, and he was worried about his girlfriend, so he came back to check on her.

Starting with Noriko, Sato's hunts kept failing. On October 17th, Ono Midori, who was attacked,
was almost strangled to death but was still saved. Based on the information provided by Ono Midori, the police deduced Sato's
profession and identified him and two other people. It seems that the four of us raped and murdered girls didn't
provide any useful clues to the police; ultimately, the case had to be solved by the rescued girls.

The police sent a female officer to submit her swimsuit photo, which led to Sato's arrest. However
, the police also suffered heavy losses in the process of apprehending Sato.

During Sato's interrogation, Hashida Yumiko, Tanimoto Kiyomi, Kimihara Kuniko, and my own spirit were also present.

"Hey, want a cigarette?" the policeman asked.

Sato Hiroshi nodded.

The policeman handed Sato a cigarette, which he put in his mouth. The policeman lit it for him and then asked,
"Why did you kill him?"

Sato took a drag of his cigarette, lowered his head, and remained silent. He looked dejected, his face full of confusion.

"Let's start from the very beginning," the policeman changed his approach.

"From the very beginning?" Sato raised his eyes, staring at the policeman as he asked.

"Yes. Let's start with you taking out a high-interest loan to build the house. After all, it was built for your family!"

"Yes, that's right. My wife always wanted a separate house, so we reluctantly built it. The children are older now and
need their own rooms." "

Did you start collecting swimsuit photos around that time?"

"Yes. That's when it started."

"Why did you do that?"

"It was because of a little bit of infidelity on my part. At first, I absolutely had no intention of raping or murdering anyone. Please
believe me. To pay off the loan sharks, I didn't have money to play around with women. My wife was also too tight-lipped. To fill the void,
I would just enlarge the swimsuit photos of young women from the negatives I commissioned to be developed, and secretly look at
them ."

"Were the women you chose all tanned?"

"Yes. Because I work in an environment where I don't see the sun, I always had a longing for tanned skin." "

You collected swimsuit photos just for simple entertainment, creating your own forbidden palace?"

"Yes."

"From self-entertainment to serial killings, is it because your wife was having an affair?"

Sato's expression immediately changed when the police suddenly asked this question.

"How did you know?"

"Your child doesn't look like you, so I thought it was possible. What's your opinion?"

"That's true, the child's face looks less and less like me, and more like someone else."

"Do you know that person?"

"Yes, I know him."

"Did you interrogate your wife about this?"

"My wife is like a tigress, very fierce. I didn't dare to ask her directly. But I secretly checked the child's blood type,
and the result proved that the child was indeed not mine, but that person's. It's the child my wife had with him in an affair."

"Then why didn't you kill that man?"

"I did want to kill him, but he died of illness last summer," Sato said disdainfully.

"But it was your wife who was having an affair, not the young woman you murdered. Why did you kill
them? It doesn't make sense!"

"I can't explain it either."

"You said you were afraid of your wife?"

"Yes."

"Normally, when a man encounters a wife having an affair, he either beats her or divorces her, but he would never
kill someone he has no connection with. Why did you do that?" "

I also wanted to beat her and divorce her, but when I found out she was having an affair, she was pregnant.
This pregnancy happened after that man died, and I believed the child was mine. No matter what she did, I always wanted
my own child, so I didn't hurt her."

"Then why did you hurt someone you had no connection with?" "

For the sake of the child in her womb, I didn't say anything. But every Friday, my day off from work, when I was
home and saw my wife's face, the image of my wife and that guy would flash before my eyes. Four years ago, in the summer, she said she
went to the beach with her friends from high school, but she was actually with that man. She said
the photos were taken by her girlfriend, but it was actually that guy who took them."

"What does that have to do with your rape and murder?"

"I can't really answer that. Anyway, when I saw the photos of women in swimsuits I'd collected, and realized
they were all just as promiscuous as my wife, I got angry. When I got the photos printed, I wrote down the address, so I
waited near her apartment. At first, I only intended to rape her, but when she struggled and screamed, I strangled her, and
unexpectedly I strangled her to death. At that moment, I felt incredibly excited, and only for that instant did I completely forget about my wife's affair
."

"So that's why you raped and murdered her every Friday?"

"..."

Sato Hiroshi remained silent. His expression seemed to suggest that he had nothing more to say, and the interrogation was over.

We... were actually raped and murdered for such a ridiculous reason... There are all sorts of people...

After my boyfriend Tanaka was released, he quickly found a new girlfriend, a colleague from my department. It was
because of this that I offered myself to my boyfriend on my birthday, but as a dead person, I have no right to dwell on
this , I can only wish my boyfriend well.

More than 60 days after being murdered, Hashida Yumiko's soul dissipated. Kiyomi Tanimoto, Kuniko Kimihara, and I
were somewhat saddened. At this time, Kiyomi Tanimoto's soul strength was also very weak. Ten days later, both Kiyomi Tanimoto and Kuniko
Kimihara's souls dissipated. In them, I saw my future fate. Without a living
body , the soul will grow weaker and weaker until it dissipates…

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