The massage therapist's blissful state of lust

The masseur, Rokusuke Onishi, is a man with the title of Juryo Sumo Grandmaster. Standing at five feet eight inches tall
and weighing no more than 100 kilograms, he possesses a sturdy physique. Over fifty years old, his hair is thinning, with a bald patch on the front.
Seeing his forward-bending posture, anyone who knows his past would be moved to tears.
Upon reaching the Juryo rank, he was chosen from among thousands to become the Yokozuna of Ozeki, a powerful
and handsome wrestler. His natural good looks and fondness for women became his downfall. One night, while holding the Grandmaster title, he went blind due to an eye ailment, forcing
him to retire from the sumo world.
He returned to his hometown of Nagoya and worked as a masseur. After achieving a certain social standing, he currently
lives a life of modest means, but he still cannot shake his womanizing ways, leading
to repeated setbacks.
Moreover, men like him often have particularly bad luck in finding wives; one after another, his wives either die,
he is separated from his shrewish wife, or she runs away. Because such an event would cost a lot of money and would
lead to being looked down upon, and besides, it hadn't left him with any children. His
only remaining relationship with his current wife was a seventeen-year-old girl named Ritsuko, a child born to his wife
and not related to her by blood.
Given this, even if he had engaged in promiscuous behavior and had physical
relationships with women since his youth, he had always
paid off the children born to these women with money. Some of these children are now grown up, or married and living happy lives.
Of course, the number of children Rokusuke doesn't know about is probably as many as the number of his ex-wives.
Today, Rokusuke was specifically requested to go to a certain place, so he took
a bicycle, known as a "rehabilitation vehicle," to go. He could have walked there openly,
since he had regained his sight two or three years ago and could see even the smallest details in bright light
. But his thoughts
were a secret, so he continued to feign his lack of freedom—his
success as a masseur was hard-won, and he didn't want to ruin it so easily.
The place he was called to today wasn't his first time there; he'd been there a week ago to massage
an old lady's shoulders.
Today it was probably the same old lady, or perhaps her apprentice—it didn't matter. Today she specifically requested him to
go, probably because she was quite satisfied with the previous massage.
He noticed a woman, around thirty-three or thirty-four years old,
constantly joking around—who was this woman who had caught his attention? He secretly did a little fortune-telling for her
.
She seemed so different from the other women idly standing around. He really liked her. She thought he was blind, constantly staring at
his face with strange eyes, then sighing. But when she saw his body, she let out strange sighs. Perhaps she really
wanted a man.
Alas,
she wanted to devour his vigorous penis; without it, she couldn't survive
.
Rokusuke chuckled to himself in the car. When the car arrived, the maid led him inside. The room was
the same as the day before, and the woman sitting beside the quilt waiting was the very woman Rokusuke had imagined.
"Oh,
who's getting a massage today
?"
she said, facing the surprised Rokusuke.
"Oh,
can you see?"
Even the woman was startled. "No,
no, it's because we're blind. We can roughly tell what the customer looks like
just by sticking our faces into the room. Please tell me if you want a massage on the upper or lower body ," 　　Rokusuke said casually. He then sat down next to the woman, took out a box of sterilizing cotton from his white pocket, and wiped his strong, well-developed fingers and palms. 　　"Oh! It feels very developed... This... It's really ... My back hurts, but... " 　　"Ah, yes, then please lie down a little ... No, like this is fine. " 　　Rokusuke tried to appear very serious, as if he were playing with the buttocks of a woman wearing only a purple nightgown , placing his hands under her back. 　　It was a completely boneless, incredibly soft sensation. He silently laid the woman on her side , skillfully kneading away the clenched muscles. Occasionally, the woman seemed to enjoy it, letting out soft "ooh ooh ooh" sounds. 　　Rokusuke's fingers and palms slowly moved from her back to her side, then gradually from her waist to the outer thighs, caressing and kneading. It was a feeling different from Rokusuke's usual; it was a gathering of passion, so his feelings were transmitted to the woman through his fingers, or perhaps he had been paying attention from the beginning, and the woman was completely at Rokusuke's mercy. 　　"Hey , knead a little deeper, " 　　the woman said, her eyes closed, turning towards Rokusuke, ignoring the disheveled skirt, she moved closer. Rokusuke was certain that the woman wanted his body. Although he didn't know what kind of woman she was, he wouldn't back down from dealing with a woman like her. 　　He noticed the burning heat of her plump vulva beneath her clothes, and she raised her head high. Suddenly, he slipped his fingers inside the disheveled skirt. 　　His fingers touched soft pubic hair, and he was startled. As he tried to pull his hand away, it was suddenly grasped by the woman's soft hand. 　　Rokusuke knew the woman was interested in him. He finally straightened his knees, then pulled down his trousers, carelessly revealing his erect, dark penis. 　　He then used one hand to make the woman lie on her back, rolled her skirt up to her lower abdomen, and slid his hand inside...

With her thighs spread open, he used two strong fingers to probe the vaginal opening, inserting them all the way to the second joint.
"Ah!
"
The woman suddenly let out a sound more terrifying than a scream, her body arching backward. The vaginal opening was already
hot, filled with mucous membranes and soaked through. The rough vaginal walls, like cod roe, tightly bound and entangled Rokusuke's two fingers
. As he forcefully pried open her, the woman finally whispered her innermost thoughts, "Hurry
up and insert it ." 　　Rokusuke immediately took off his white shirt, revealing his naked body. From beneath his large abdomen, a six- or seven-inch He grasped the concave part of the glans with his fingers, aimed it at the opening of the red anemone's mouth, and thrust it in. 　　"Hiss..." Due to the smoothness of the saliva, half of the penis was inserted into the cleft of the labia minora. 　　Rokusuke forgot himself, while the woman resembled Kogure Michiyo. Her lips were twisted, and she was exhaling Her fair thighs were spread wide as if they were about to be torn apart, displaying a captivating resistance against the overwhelming intruder. 　　Due to the impact of the penetration, her juices overflowed, the tip of his penis clearly hot with fluid. 　　Rokusuke embraced the woman's waist, raised his upper body, and squeezed his knees into the sides of her buttocks, thrusting his hips forcefully in succession. 　　The hot glans easily pierced the woman's uterine wall, rubbing against the vaginal walls with tremendous force . The woman felt a surge of pleasure spreading through her. 　　"Ah, it's just as wonderful as I imagined," 　　she exclaimed, removing the pillow and rubbing her head against the blanket. 　　"I ...I can do it again! I really want to be with a man with such a strong physique, but today my wish has come true, I'm so happy !" 　　With her beautiful eyebrows furrowed and her mouth twisted, the woman let out a breathless , pleasurable sound as she wrapped her arms around Rokusuke's neck. Her vaginal walls gripped his taut penis tightly, penetrating and squeezing it like a suction cup. Her entire waist pressed against Rokusuke's lower abdomen, her back arched high. 　　Without a brief rest, he thrust in and out relentlessly. Seeing that the woman was about to reach her second orgasm, Rokusuke took a breath and suddenly lifted her waist, making her sit on his stomach. 　　Exhausted and powerless, the woman untied her nightgown, resting her exposed skin against Rokusuke 's black-haired chest. As her body moved to his abdomen, one arm went behind his back, the other around his neck, and she brought her face close to his mouth, sucking on his lips. 　　The woman's slender eyes opened slightly, blurry as if in a dream. Sweat beaded on her nose, her expression a picture of ethereal beauty. 　　He reached his hand into her close-knit thighs, finding the tangled pubic hair, pressing against her clitoris between her sticky, slippery, and moist labia , and began to move. The woman's exhausted body shifted slightly, her sucking on his tongue releasing a soft, restrained sound of endurance. Waves rose in her abdomen as he thrust in and out two or three times in quick succession, continuously releasing her juices. Her sensuality, which had been fading, suddenly ignited again due to the clinging of the mature woman, a pleasure that seemed to melt her very bones. 　　"Ah, it feels so good, what should I do?" 　　Without any shame, she immediately took his penis completely inside, making sounds as she rubbed her vulva against his tongue. 　　In sync with their breathing, as they moved their hips back and forth, the woman's overflowing love juices flowed onto the penetrating penis , even her testicles were covered in it. 　　The bright afternoon sun shone directly through the window onto the couple having sex, revealing their every pore clearly. Especially the woman's limbs, as supple as a cartilaginous creature, were completely exposed to him without reservation, just as Rokusuke had imagined, only fueling his boundless lust. 　　Suspecting that something was hidden in this soft, slender, fair body, the woman's vigorous energy burned continuously , her cervix swelling as she frantically indulged in pleasure. 　　After about two hours, the woman finally seemed to tire from her vulva. The penis, neither withdrawn nor wiped, thrust in desperately with all sorts of secret techniques, but the woman offered little response. Her wide-open legs appeared exhausted, as if in a daze. Her belly, sticky with sweat, swelled with large waves, and her breasts, never having given birth , swayed incessantly 　　with her disordered breathing . Rokusuke was also quite exhausted. He had exhausted all his secret arts, fully satisfying the woman's senses. The next step was simply repeating the same movements. So, this was the last time he straddled the woman's abdomen, lifting his hips and thrusting in with all his might, as if trying to burst her heart. 　　The woman, offering her body as if she were dying, had a slight flush on her face. 　　"Ah, it feels so good again... Yes, that 's where... thrusting so hard ... Yes, yes , ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm reaching orgasm , I'm reaching orgasm ... What should I do, what should I do? " 　　the woman cried out in her final scream. 　　That alluring posture and gratitude made Rokusuke unable to restrain himself. 　　" I can't take it either, I'm reaching orgasm ... " 　　he gritted his teeth, holding her tightly as if trying to crush her spine, ejaculating a large amount of semen deep into her uterus, his body unconsciously folding over the woman's. 　　"I haven't encountered anything like this in thirty years. She's an incredibly amazing woman, that's ..."

As Rokusuke sat in the car on his way home, he couldn't help but think about the dreamlike encounter that had occurred.
Back home, after a quick shower, he drank three glasses of wine as usual, and after dinner,
he quickly went to his room and lay down. Through his slightly drunken, blurred vision, the woman he had met that day appeared clearly
, her alluring and seductive posture disturbing him.
He imagined the dark, thick black pubic hair on the woman's smooth abdomen, the dark red cleft generously
exposed, her posture inviting a man's caresses.
Rokusuke recalled his cheeks being held between her thighs, her hands parting her pubic hair as she pressed her
face against the sticky, slippery cleft, sucking on her clitoris. He also remembered seeing
her, halfway down, crawling to the pillow to fetch water, her full, fleshy buttocks
and fair skin making him unable to restrain himself.
Like a dog, he penetrated from behind, using his waist to probe the woman's clitoris with his hands as he reached around to her abdomen.
Her body trembled, her hips swayed back and forth, she clutched the pillow, and sighed.
"Ah,
dear Rokusuke-san ,
I can't take it anymore
!"
Rokusuke became even more excited upon hearing the woman's sigh, and he too let out a soft scream.
"Ah,
I never expected it to feel so good
,
like I'm about to reach orgasm
."
The woman's face, body, and heart were already filled with ecstasy from the man's caresses, making her
feel as if she wasn't truly living in this world.
What was that woman doing at the old woman's house in Mumura? Did she live there? Or
did she have a real place of her own elsewhere? Even when Rokusuke asked her name, she just smiled and didn't
seem prepared to answer. She was an incredible woman, and based on the facts, he felt that they might never see each other again
.
"Even though I haven't spoken much with that woman, I know she's different from other women."
The caresses that Rokusuke demanded every night reminded him of his beloved wife, Yuki.
Rokusuke married Yuki last winter after agreeing to raise her child through a customer's introduction.
Yuki was about thirty-six years old, similar in build and with remarkably beautiful skin
, all of which surprised him.
He harbored a deep attachment to his adopted daughter, Ritsuko (meaning he liked Ritsuko), but
had yet to have any opportunity to approach her.
Before he knew it, Rokusuke felt sticky and drowsy, dozing off briefly before waking up. He heard the clock
chime it was ten o'clock at night.
"Oh dear ,
it's already so late,
" he thought, taking a large gulp of water
from the small bottle beside his pillow . His eyes, which didn't need to be pretending to be blind at home, were fixed on the ceiling as he thought about the woman from earlier that day. 　　Beside him, the door was open, and his wife, Yuki, entered the room as usual, wearing a transparent nightgown, her hands clasped in front of her. 　　As their eyes met, she smiled at Rokusuke, then rolled up her bedding to her waist and sat down beside him, bending her knees. 　　Her disheveled skirt was open in the front, revealing her thighs through her sheer red nightgown. 　　She rested one leg against Rokusuke's side, silently drawing her face closer before pressing her burning lips to his , her tongue swirling around his and sucking with soft, sucking sounds. Rokusuke 　　's bare side roughly touched Yuki's pubic hair, rubbing against his wife's sticky, slippery vulva. 　　Having experienced passion during the day, Rokusuke felt weary of his wife tonight, but her actions made him unable to resist, and he took the initiative to suck on her tongue. 　　His penis, exhausted, hardened again from the thick black pubic hair, becoming erect. 　　Immediately, Yuki grasped the entire thick, erect penis, stroking it up and down. 　　The massive shaft, though not yet fully aroused, was already ready, erect and throbbing in Yuki's hand. 　　Rokusuke first compared his wife to the woman he had slept with earlier that day. He disliked Yuki's curly pubic hair; the strange, thick, fatty texture of her labia gave him a lewd feeling. Yuki was already frantically swaying her exposed breasts, straddling Rokusuke's lower abdomen. 　　"So, this is how we're going to do it tonight?" 　　he whispered, aiming the glans at her vaginal opening, swallowing it deeply while thrusting his hips. 　　By now, there was no longer any like or dislike. 　　Slowly, as the scent of her flesh seeped into his brain, Rokusuke still couldn't reach satisfaction. He placed his palms on the inside of Yuki's legs, about two inches above her buttocks, and pushed upwards from below. 　　Below, the glans was perfectly aligned with the open cervix, giving her a very comfortable feeling. Yuki couldn't help but scrunch up, biting her lip and moaning softly , while frantically moving her hips in rhythm with the movement, then tightening and stroking her vaginal walls. 　　"It feels so good, darling, ahh , it feels like I've already reached orgasm , ahh , what should I do? Ugh, so good, ugh, " 　　his wife muttered to herself, supporting herself on Rokusuke's chest with both hands. At this moment, he raised his hips, making a "gulp" sound as he swallowed, and continued to slap his buttocks forcefully without thinking.

Finally, Rokusuke, who had been holding back, couldn't restrain himself any longer. He gritted his teeth and
ejaculated completely, as if spewing out water in one breath, his wet semen flowing onto Yuki. The overflowing semen, like condensed milk, gushed from his testicles to his lower abdomen
. He folded himself up with all his might, remaining silent for a moment, only shaking his shoulders and continuing to inhale. In any case, as long as the two of them were at home, this was an indispensable sexual activity
every night, except for their menstrual periods . 　　At the same time, their bodies were like those of ordinary people; for Yuki, her husband was the only one she could have sex with . In short, for Rokusuke, his wife wasn't the only one he could have sex with, so if this kind of behavior happened many times, no matter how many secret techniques he used, he would eventually feel tired and bored with his wife's body . 　　Even if it was the thighs of an uncouth peasant woman, or the moss-covered buttocks of a delinquent girl, if they rarely had sex, as long as it was the first time, he would lose himself in the passion and his blood would boil. 　　The proof was when the maid, two or three years older than him, was instructing him in the room. The maid was a very fat, sturdy, and energetic old woman. When asked what she liked, she became the laughingstock of others, but for Rokusuke, it was as exciting as persuading an inexperienced girl, and he was very enthusiastic. 　　On the dimly lit tatami mat, Rokusuke was quite surprised when he suddenly spread the old woman's white thighs and saw her beautiful muscles. 　　So Rokusuke used his fingers to separate the anxiously tangled black hair, and at the same time, the instant pleasure of thrusting his erect penis in was no less than the instant feeling of penetrating a young girl's vagina. 　　Rokusuke was now fixated on Ritsuko. 　　Especially after he peeked at Ritsuko, naked, washing herself in a bathtub deep in the inner courtyard at dusk, his desire was particularly high. 　　At this moment, even with his hands and feet bound, he still couldn't think of anything. 　　When I saw Ritsuko in the bathhouse, she was petite, but unlike her mother's abundant hair, there was no black hair on her thighs, unlike what would be called pubic hair. 　　She wasn't born hairless, but rather it was just a thin, dark shadow, like brush hair. 　　Ritsuko's breasts, like nipples of perilla fruit, swelled, clearly and captivatingly beautiful. 　　If I were to press that little bird under my bulging belly and forcefully insert my penis, I would willingly collapse from a concussion. 　　Rokusuke thought about Ritsuko very seriously . 　　Even though he was teased by Yuki every night and became her lover, he constantly fantasized about replacing Yuki's body with Ritsuko's. 　　This old lecher, Rokusuke, even wanted to eat the flesh of a young girl. " 　　I will wait for it someday," Rokusuke thought every day. 　　Rokusuke finally realized that making the anxious and love-anticipating Ritsuko his everything came sooner than he had imagined . 　　Rokusuke's favorite food was grilled quail. 　　Every late autumn, he would take a five-hour train ride to the hot spring town to eat the quail he had caught and enjoy a two- or three-day trip. 　　While it wasn't necessary to travel so far into the mountains to catch quail—it was easy to buy them near home— going there meant he wouldn't run into acquaintances, and he could openly enjoy life without having to pretend to be blind. 　　Late October finally arrived, and the departure date was decided. Unfortunately, someone in Yuki's hometown was critically ill and could pass away at any moment. 　　Therefore, Yuki had no reason not to go back to visit, and she decided that Rokusuke would take Tsuko on the trip alone. 　　This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Rokusuke was overjoyed. 　　Upon arriving at the inn, wearing a bathrobe with a wide-sleeved cotton robe over it, he comfortably sat in front of the brazier. 　　To the left of the room, he could see the scattered autumn leaves and hear the sound of the flowing stream; he was completely enveloped in this leisurely mood. 　　Especially when he thought about Ritsuko, who was pouring him drinks, and how he would play with her tonight to satisfy his usual desires, the delicious taste of the quail, enhanced by the soy sauce and sugar syrup, vanished. However, Rokusuke deliberately added the raw "Kikumasa" he had brought, making his internal organs feel incredibly comfortable. 　　This was his premeditated plan. 　　After midnight, the lamplight became quite cold. 　　Having enjoyed his favorite quail dish, he couldn't help but drink more, feeling happy. Completely drunk, Rokusuke, seeing that Ritsuko and the hotel waitress had gone to the recreation room after dinner and hadn't returned to sleep, lay on the mattress with two quilts, constantly thinking about what strategy to use against Ritsuko. 　　Before he knew it, Rokusuke fell asleep. When he woke up, it was quite late. 　　"This is bad ," 　　he thought, looking up at the bed next to his. Ritsuko still hadn't returned to sleep, and the watch beside her pillow pointed to midnight; the clock had probably stopped. 　　Rokusuke was puzzled. 　　"Strange! It's past 1 a.m., what is she doing there?" 　　Rokusuke was very suspicious. 　　He straightened his disheveled, wide-sleeved cotton robe and went to the corridor outside the room. 　　Many guests were still playing and laughing noisily under the lamps, and some entertainers and guests were singing loudly in their rooms. The hotel was not as quiet as Rokusuke had imagined at midnight. 　　When he went to the front desk to inquire, he learned that Ritsuko and three other guests were about to start playing mahjong in the entertainment room, and they were going to play all night. 　　Ritsuko saw Rokusuke running over and asked him to cheer her on. 　　At this time, the hotel owner also brought snacks and drinks to the entertainment room to entertain them. 　　What's going on? Does this mean there's no fun tonight? Rokusuke felt no interest at all. 　　"Ugh! Only mahjong? I don't know how to play at all. I'd rather have a drink here with the owner's wine glass, right, owner!"

"Yes,
yes
, of course that's right. If you don't mind this old woman, let's
drink !"
Steamed carp, grilled quail, and mullet roe, a specialty of Erchuan, were all laid out on the table as part of the New Year and other seasonal dishes .
The head of the household, holding a wine glass, said, "Come on, first one,
"
holding the glass with two fingers.
"Wow,
these
dishes are so appetizing! This is wonderful!"
Rokusuke became very happy and kept drinking.
Loud laughter could be heard from the entertainment room from time to time.
As dawn approached, Rokusuke, drunk again, walked to the corridor outside the house with blurred vision.
"That little girl Ritsuko, I didn't know she liked playing mahjong so much. I was going to play a trick on her, but
oh
well
, it's not bad to sleep alone for a night now and then
."
Rokusuke muttered to himself as he opened the door to the room and entered. Looking into the bedroom,
he heard someone
breathing heavily in the dimly lit room.
"Ritsuko, you sneaked in and slept without my knowledge, didn't you?"
he whispered.
Rokusuke's eyes burned with desire.
The opportunity he'd missed was unexpectedly presented to him.
Drunk and irrational, Rokusuke didn't hesitate, suddenly pulling off his pajamas and embracing the warm,
sleeping woman's chest.
Immediately, Rokusuke slipped a hand between the woman's disheveled, loose cotton robe, about to explore her genitals.
"Ah!"
The woman gasped in surprise, her body jerking up.
Her pubic hair, so unlike Ritsuko's, was being touched by Rokusuke's hand.
"This is terrible,
this room is wrong
,"
Rokusuke's face turned pale, looking utterly disheveled. He prepared to flee.
But his hand was firmly grasped by the woman's soft hand.
"Oh dear,
I'm so sorry, I got the wrong room. Please forgive me, I'm so sorry
."
He'd gotten the wrong room, was tightly embracing another woman, and even slipped his hand inside her thigh. If word got
out, he'd be too ashamed to face anyone!
So, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Rokusuke looked incredibly disheveled. But the woman simply
held his hand tightly, and unexpectedly let out a soft "woohoo
" of laughter.
"What do you mean, wrong room?! Isn't the young lady the only one sleeping in this room?"
Rokusuke, startled by the sudden attack, cried out.
"The room isn't wrong, it's just the people. Your daughter isn't here, so I'm staying here.
But
it's different from your wife's feeling, and I'm not your daughter. I'm very lucky, please treat me well. Because of drinking
, please forgive me if I said anything wrong, hahaha. What
are you standing there for?
Hurry up and
come here, it's already dawn
!"
"Come here quickly, how many times do I have to tell you?"
"You want to
sleep here ?
"
Rokusuke's knees were still trembling.
"Yes, my name is Mie. I could endure it in my twenties, but in my thirties I
couldn't bear it anymore. A woman over forty becomes very lonely, especially when she sees
a strong, reliable man like Mr. Onishi. She no longer knows what shame is."
"Hahahaha,
although I'm enduring it in my heart
,
this is already...
"
The woman suddenly pressed Rokusuke's hand, which she had grabbed, against the pubic hair between her thighs.
"Come
on! Don't be impatient
."
In the dim light, she teased Rokusuke with passionate eyes.
Rokusuke felt that what was invading him was not a crisis of shyness, but just a play by Edo Eyazaki.
He sighed with relief, thinking back to when he first engaged in secret
practices with the body of a famous beauty in this hot spring town. He had forgotten Ritsuko's feelings, and the painful curiosity and lust made him lose his rational judgment.
Because Mie's strength pulled him over, she reached out and parted the pubic hair, sliding her fingers into the cleft of her vulva.
When Rokusuke's fingers found the sticky, slippery, and moist vaginal opening, he inserted his index and middle fingers
around the second joint.
Then, he pressed the pad of his thumb against the clitoris, pinching it repeatedly, and began to dig in the middle with two fingers.
"Ugh,
if you
do it like that
,"
Mie felt a tingling sensation throughout the back of her head.
She involuntarily spread her legs, hugging Rokusuke's neck with one hand and searching for the man's front with the other.
Without even searching, she grasped the six- or seven-inch penis protruding from the wide cotton robe.
"Ah,
it's really quite thick,
"
she exclaimed in admiration, stroking down the flat glans, which resembled a matsutake mushroom cap, and the entire
thick penis, while simultaneously stroking from the head all the way to the two hard testicles.
Rokusuke turned on the light switch next to the pillow.
"Click," the room brightened.
Mie said, "Oh, you're such a bad person
for turning on the light ." 　　She turned her heavily made-up face to the side, but then she saw the penis before her, even more magnificent than in the sketch paper. 　　"Oh dear!"

She was utterly stunned!
One in ten thousand, or one in a hundred thousand, something as large as the one in the painting truly
existed in the world, and she looked on with an expression that never tired of looking at it.
Rokusuke took this opportunity to carefully observe the body of this woman who was over forty years old. Her fair skin was exposed to the bright light
from head to toe, without a tight-fitting dress, only a nightgown . 　　The woman had a medium build, all her bones were so slender, giving her a thin appearance. 　　However, her snow-white skin, which had stored enough subcutaneous fat, did not look bloated at all, but rather beautiful. Only her breasts had lost their fullness due to her childbirth experience. 　　However, the beautiful curves from her buttocks to her abdomen, waist to her thighs were so alluring that one wanted to lick them all. 　　The dark bush of feathers in the center of her snow-white mound, and the cleft between her tight labia majora, was quite wet and sticky. Rokusuke pinched two of his thick fingers between them and then exhaled hot breath. 　　It could be said that her beauty was different from that of a virgin, possessing the allure of a mature middle-aged woman. 　　Rokusuke's eyes fully enjoyed it. 　　Seeing that the time was ripe, the woman revealed her white teeth, trembling as she became a beautiful woman with a slender figure. Her lips met Rokusuke's, and soon she deeply sucked in his burning tongue. 　　Thus, in the midst of their kiss, Rokusuke straddled the woman's abdomen, placing his waist between her wide-open legs. The woman's fingers pinched the head of his penis, aiming at the vaginal opening, waiting. 　　Gradually, inch by inch, she slowly moved her waist, " hissing, " rubbing his penis deep into the vaginal canal. 　　The rare, large penis was finally swallowed. 　　The base of the penis and the vaginal opening were completely sealed together. 　　From the clitoris to the surrounding pubic hair, Rokusuke's trembling pubic hair was gradually buried inside. From the flat surface of the glans to the entire penis, there was no gap for lubrication. It was tightly surrounded by the uterine and vaginal walls, and the mucous membranes rubbed against each other, making a squeaking sound. Just as it was "hissing " as it was inserted and withdrawn, it felt as if the skin of the penis was being pulled out. 　　It was as if the entire vaginal wall formed a suction cup, making it a very precious woman's genitals. 　　No one, including Rokusuke, could endure intercourse with this woman for more than three minutes without ejaculating, and no one could fail to be satisfied. Such rumors were not false. 　　(That is, complete satisfaction can be achieved in one intercourse.) 　　Just like that, without taking a break, " hissing " as he used his large and small waists to grind back and forth, constantly receiving pleasure from Rokusuke's secret technique, Mie was now clenching her teeth as if she were tasting the joy of life, her whole body arching back, intoxicated in the melody of pleasure and forgetting herself. 　　The fingernails on the man's shoulders dug into his skin, trembling as if about to pierce it. A 　　burning, melting pleasure coursed through her, as if even the last drop of bone marrow was melting. 　　" Ah, Mr. Onishi, my bones feel like they're shattered. Being played with by a man's penis feels so good , am I dreaming?!" 　　"Ah, it feels so good, so incredibly good , so incredibly good... but where is it that feels so good? I really don't understand ." 　　"Ugh, I feel like I'm going to die, I feel like I'm going to die... what should I do? Ah !" 　　"Ah, dear, " 　　Mie looked utterly desperate and sorrowful, tears streaming down her face. The unstoppable, inescapable pleasure surged within her. Under Rokusuke's enormous penis, Mie's breathing became intermittent and labored. 　　Rokusuke didn't know when it would end. He patiently thrust into the woman's abdomen, kneading and sucking on her nipples, biting and licking her breasts. The woman's body was gently lifted onto her abdomen , lying face up, one leg raised to her shoulder. 　　Then Rokusuke clamped his legs around the woman's back and abdomen, covering her buttocks as she crawled forward, and thrust into her as if into her stomach. Michie, constantly changing shapes and techniques, and channeling her energy, finally trembled all over after Rokusuke's two or three thrusts. 　　"I've reached orgasm again! I've reached orgasm again! " 　　she screamed. Not a drop of the viscous fluid, squeezed out, flowed from her cervix to his glans. 　　Hundreds, thousands of intense frictions were applied to his seemingly numb, iron-like penis . Amidst the overflowing vaginal fluid with 　　"slap slap " sounds, he thrust in violently. 　　"Ahhh !" 　　Both screamed simultaneously. 　　Just as they were finally letting out a sigh of relief, a sudden, intensely burning pleasure surged upwards to their brains. 　　They groaned as if their stomachs were being ripped apart, and ejaculated like a spray of water. 　　Before this, Mie, who had been completely unconscious as if she had stopped breathing, suddenly collapsed. Rokusuke, having finished ejaculating, gradually returned to normal. Sticky, slippery fluid flowed from his shrunken, thin penis and vaginal opening, reaching his testicles and the woman's anus. Unconcerned that the bedding was soaked and the fluid had spread, the two, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep. 　　Soon after, in the chaotic room, someone opened the door two or three inches, letting sunlight stream in through the window . 　　Gazing at the two lying motionless in the room, the person whose body had stiffened was Ritsuko.

Clutching her mahjong winnings, she was completely unaware of what was happening inside the room—a seventeen-year-old girl
had witnessed everything.
Ritsuko stood frozen, motionless, like a statue.
But for the first time, she was experiencing a strange, swirling, intense pleasure that left
her numb.
What had she seen?
In short, Rokusuke and Mie's reproductive battle had
a profound .
She did nothing, simply watching the two. Ritsuko was inadvertently driven by the pleasure of intercourse,
reveling in the sensation while, like them, she too experienced vaginal discharge.
"Ah!
"
she cried out inwardly.
She felt an unusual sensation deep within her genitals; her hand, unconsciously inserted between her thighs, couldn't cover her vulva before the
warm, sticky fluid flowed comfortably into her palm.
The autumn sun rose high, and it was time for the kitchen to begin serving lunch. Finally,
the two, who had been sleeping in their room, got up to return to their own.
Unbeknownst to her, her position changed, and she was embraced sideways. His waist, inserted between her thighs, didn't pull away
. Often, upon waking in the morning, she experienced what's commonly known as morning erection; his glans was tightly inserted into her vagina,
startling both of them.
Lifting her face from her thick, hairy chest, which resembled a wall, Michie's eyes revealed a smile.
After sleeping for several hours, her limbs limp and lifeless, Michie awoke from her beautiful dream, still lingering in
the intense pleasure of that night, a pleasure that had shattered her body and soul. She knew it was the
result of all the love between their genitals, which were as firmly linked as a chain.
She forgot the world of the previous night.
No, it was in the torrential rain of carnal desire that Michie, forgetting herself, deeply realized the inherent differences between men's
and reproductive organs.
"So, men and women experience sex differently because of their different physical structures!" Michie
remarked with emotion.
Since Adam and Eve first tasted the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, this was the first time she had experienced the entanglements of human desire.
Such profound pleasure was so alluring. "
If I could get this wonderful, all-encompassing urge from a man, I wouldn't regret it at all. I'd give up
everything ."
This was Michie's thought.
"Last night was amazing
!
It was the first time in my life
!"
"For me, this is the best."
Rokusuke gently pinched Michie's cheek, then continued digging his penis, still embedded in the glans, downwards.
"This wonderful taste is unparalleled throughout history," Rokusuke praised.
"Oh! You really mean it? I'm so happy!
" Michie said, her face and earlobes turning
bright red.
"
If that's the case,
I'll become very strange again
," Michie continued.
From the engorged, eroded vaginal walls, an unforgettable pleasure, like electric waves, spread throughout her body.
Michie couldn't resist and reached her hands around the man's abdomen, then his buttocks.
"Morning bedtime, morning drink, morning sex." The so-called bliss of sex after waking up is widely circulated among enthusiasts.
Before reason has returned and the nerves in his limbs have fully awakened, he thrusts his burning hot penis
deep into her hot, ripe, lustful mouth—it feels amazing.
"Is this enough? Like this
?"
"Whether it's good or bad, even if I die, I'll have no regrets!"
Rokusuke is now even more captivated by Mie's body than before, even if it weren't for this, he's been
tightly sealed by Mie's rubbery vaginal walls since just now, and his desire has solidified.
He silently lifts Mie's buttocks and straddles his face.
"So, we're going to make love now?"
"Oh, we're really on the same wavelength."
"Ah,
this is the most comfortable thing for a woman
.
" "Ah,
how does it feel for the man?"
"Haha,
the man doesn't need to move his hips ,
no problem
."
"Oh, you're
so annoying! If you don't move your hips, I don't want to !
"
"I was just kidding, don't be angry!"
"I hope you're not lying to me
."
Michie then squatted down on Rokusuke's lower abdomen, placing her feet on the man's thighs, relying entirely on her body
weight, skillfully stroking his penis around his buttocks.
Rokusuke then loosened his grip and used his palms to slightly lift the woman's buttocks, then raised his waist, pushing and kneading back and forth from bottom to top
.
The indescribable pleasure drove the two of them wild again.
Michie finally couldn't move her hips with her own strength, and passionately and frantically pressed her face down on Rokusuke's chest,
while Rokusuke rounded the blanket that had been pushed to his feet, placing Michie's buttocks up on the blanket.
Mie's head was on the tatami mat, her knees were held between her arms, and her open vulva was turned upside down
to face upwards.
Rokusuke pressed his penis down and then inserted it into her.
This time, it was the opposite of before; the man's entire weight was concentrated on the woman's lower body.
The vaginal opening, which had swallowed his testicles, swelled as if it were about to burst, and the inside of the vagina was pressed in by the uterine wall
, leaving no gaps.
In this state,
the "hissing" thrusting and pinching back and forth would leave nothing
behind.
Mie had already ejaculated two or three times in a row, the pleasure causing her whole body to writhe in pain, her knees
tightening and touching the man's shoulders.
At this moment, Rokusuke seemed to stop breathing.
The time was ripe, and Rokusuke suddenly raised his waist and thrust back and forth.
"Ah,
I've reached my climax!
"
He coordinated his breathing, using all his strength, and temporarily folded himself up.
Mie called over the phone on the table to come and get her clothes, changed, and quietly went back.
Rokusuke suddenly remembered Ritsuko, but first he needed to wash himself clean and go to the hot spring to
release the tension that had been building up in his body and mind for so long.
When he returned from his bath, he saw that both rooms had been cleaned, and the outermost room had
two with various delicacies. Ritsuko was being served by a waitress and was enjoying her
meal.
"Oh,
Ritsuko, where did you go?" Rokusuke couldn't hide his inner turmoil and asked in a flustered tone
.
But Ritsuko, while laughing happily, glanced back at the huge pile of prizes beside the bed, then
grinned mischievously at the waitress and said,
"Me! Let me tell you,
Father,
Ritsuko was incredibly good last night! I played
mahjong four times in a row and won all four! I'm the best among the sixteen people, it was so satisfying! By the way,
Father, after the competition ended yesterday, I went to take a shower and then went back to the recreation room to collect my prize. This toy
was a gift from everyone, so we drank wine and beer together and got quite noisy.
I also like to drink, and after only two or three glasses of wine and beer, I got excited and fell
asleep on the bench. When I opened my eyes this morning, it was already noon.
But, Father, don't worry, because Mr. and Mrs. Matsukawa from Kikufusa, Miss Takefusa, and two or three others
were also asleep on the bench like me."
"Oh dear! Ritsuko, I'm so sorry for talking too much. The innkeeper's wife made a special meal for Father today. It's
very delicious. Come on,
won't you eat some?"
Rokusuke, after Ritsuko's commotion, returned to his normal mood. Suddenly, he sat cross-legged in front of the dining table,
picked up a wine glass, and after the waitress poured him a glass of wine, he drank the whole glass of hot wine down in one gulp.
"Ah
, this tastes so good! Drinking in autumn is the best time of year!"
You must be quite tired at the table.
Please eat this to regain your energy.
"Oh,
this is a mantou from Koshu!
This is so rare!
Quail eggs inside, what kind of cooking method is this?"
"This? It's river trout
.
" "Yes,
it's trout with vegetables
."
"Ah,
I think this is
too much, I ca
n't finish it all
."
"Ha,
if you can't finish it, don't be shy, leave it here, I'll clean it up.
"
"What? You know these are my favorite dishes?
"
"Yes,
Father
."
After saying that, Ritsuko's eyes, which had been squinting at him, held a vibrant
color he felt was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, a beauty that seemed to ignite a flame within him.
Ritsuko seemed different today. At
this moment, Ritsuko had lost her virginity.
Just hours before, shocked and out of balance, Ritsuko staggered out of the room,
took off her clothes in the empty bathroom dressing room, and temporarily immersed her body in the gushing hot water.
She couldn't think of anything, only the image of her adoptive father and the innkeeper's wife locked in a bestial, carnal
entanglement clearly appearing in her mind.
Forgetting herself completely, acting with such desperate intensity—what could be more intoxicating than that? She
hadn't done anything, she had only seen it, felt the surge of pleasure, and released her juices. If
they could actually make love, how wonderful that would be!
In her current state, if some man came in and tried to seduce her, she would
surrender her body to him without hesitation.
After all, losing her virginity, whether it was today or tomorrow, it would be the same three years later.
"Women! Once they lose their virginity, they become clingy and indecisive. Even if they're alone, they'd
better know other men."
"Even with the right methods, the goal must be to avoid having children. Having
children for lustful purposes is a sin."
This friend seemed to thoroughly enjoy sex, having
slept with several men at the same age as Ritsuko (seventeen), and appearing quite knowledgeable about sexual techniques.
Frankly, Ritsuko didn't quite agree with her friend's views.
Surprisingly, many of their middle school teachers had feelings for Ritsuko. Up
until now, Ritsuko had no interest in men and didn't feel any sexual allure
, but now she was completely captive of lust.
The surging desire within her had utterly shattered the sanctity of her hymen, turning her into a pitiful
prostitute.
After returning to the changing room, Ritsuko walked to the wall mirror, which was her own height, and struck various
poses, carefully examining her naked body.
For a seventeen-year-old girl, her petite frame and the limbs of a child with armpit and pubic hair were merely that—merely so. Yet,
the burning fire hidden within her skin seeped from every corner of her flesh, exuding a perverse eroticism
.
Her striking beauty felt less like admiration and more like being forcibly violated by a valiant giant like Zhong Kui
; her screams expressed her desire.
Ritsuko, having admired her naked body in the mirror for a moment, was about to get dressed when
the door suddenly opened. It was Asahikawa Goro from the kitchen, coming in to take a bath.
"Ah
!"
"Oh dear
!"
"
Get away
!"
"I
..."
Unexpectedly, both of them stared at each other in surprise.
Ritsuko, naked and disheveled, frantically tried to cover herself, but
there was nothing nearby, so she could only cover her chest with her hands, shrink her waist, and lower her flushed face.
Goro always came in to bathe early in the morning, still sleepy, but he hadn't expected
to see Ritsuko naked. All his sleepiness vanished.
His eyes unconsciously lingered on the slightly dark triangle of her thighs, unwilling to leave.
Just then, his semi-erect penis, half-erect from his morning erection, bulged out from his pajama bottoms, and
he frantically pressed it down with the towel in his hand, quite surprised.
Although he didn't know which room the guest was in, she was just a little girl, currently washing her thighs which were soiled by
sewage .
At this point, the only early risers in the entire hotel were me and this girl.
She was naked.
Without a moment's rest, I held her tightly, disregarding everything else, and made her do as I said!
A despicable person only has despicable thoughts.
I wondered if she was a virgin, and knowing she was would only increase his curiosity.
So, Goro pretended to go to the wardrobe to get some clothes, using this as an opportunity to get closer to Ritsuko, then turned around and embraced her
naked body.
"Ah!
What are you doing? This is so rude
!"
Ritsuko was very surprised and frightened, trying to escape.
"Haha,
it's alright! Miss, please don't make a sound
."
"What do you mean, it's alright? What do you want to do? Let go!
"
"Let go? Such a beautiful lady, I'm really lucky today."
Goro looked lecherous.
"Hey!
If you don't let go, I'm going to scream for help!"
Ritsuko cried out in panic. "Hey! Miss, no one will be watching this early in the morning. Be a good girl and listen to me!"
Goro hugged Ritsuko tightly.
"I'm not that kind of flashy girl.
I'm still a virgin. You're so dirty. Get away from me
!"
This could be considered a virgin's instinct; she didn't actually expect to have sex with a man, so Ritsuko
struggled desperately.
"What? A virgin? Ha! That makes me even more impatient. If you don't do as I say
, I'll kill you
."
Goro suddenly placed both hands on Ritsuko's shoulders and gripped them tightly. A sound came from her throat, and Ritsuko
lost her hearing. The thought of dying like this was too terrifying. She suddenly felt that life was precious,
so she stopped struggling.
"Stop! Stop! I'll do as you say, please
!"
Ritsuko cried out.
Goro chuckled at Ritsuko's compliance.
"Then let's stir! Since your genitals are going to be cut open anytime soon, it doesn't matter who it's done to
. It's not that I'm being arrogant, but my penis has never had syphilis; it's perfectly clean!"
"Just eat it all
! Turn around and let me see that beautiful buttock that doesn't understand men
.
"
Ritsuko was both frightened and ashamed by his words.
"Oh,
no!
Please
!"
Goro said with an unhappy expression, "What, you don't want to?! I'll kill you!
"
Then Goro hugged Ritsuko.
"You can't do it on the floor. Lie on this bench, spread your legs for me to see
, no problem.
Do you want me to nail you down with five-inch nails?"
Ritsuko had already realized this.
If this shyness was a characteristic of virginity, then she was destined to lose it anyway. She wanted to overcome
this shyness as soon as possible and experience the greatest pleasure a man could give a woman.
Come on! If I had let you see it sooner, I would have been so grateful. With that feeling, I slowly
spread her thighs and inserted and withdrew the bright part.
After swallowing his saliva, Goro knelt down and brought his face close to Ritsuko's spread thighs. At the swollen part of her vulva,
a few soft hairs could be counted, slightly curled up, and the skin up to the vulva was as beautiful and moist as marble
.
Above the delicate, pale red groove of the vulva, I peeked out the clitoris, which was unexpectedly developed into the tip of an infant's tongue.
In the middle of the urethra, a flesh-colored swollen incision, resembling a knife wound, cut down about an inch.
It was a clear virgin slit that had never been forcibly pried open by external force.
For some reason, Goro felt as if he were receiving a precious gift with tears streaming down his face. He couldn't help but rub his face against
her vulva.
Ritsuko, who had been watching Goro from above without moving, closed her eyes in surprise.
However, she felt a little proud that men valued women's genitals so much.
So this time, Goro pressed his lips to her clitoris and kissed her passionately.
Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged from there, coursing through her spine and deep into her brain.
Ritsuko clearly felt the muscles surrounding her uterus making sounds of pleasure.
Then, she felt two of the man's fingers, like tissue paper inserted during menstruation, penetrate her vaginal opening.
At the same time, reaching quite deep inside, using the technique of cleaning the bottle, she repeatedly inserted and withdrew.
Then, an intense pleasure, incomparable to that of kissing the clitoris, spread throughout her body.
This was the "foreplay" behavior she had heard about or read about in books, and Ritsuko gradually felt
a sense of pride.
"Ah,
" Ritsuko secretly felt happy.
At this moment, she only thought about whether the hard, protruding penis of the man kneeling down would break her hymen if she forcefully
thrust it in .
At this moment, the area touched by her fingers felt an irresistible, very comfortable sensation, so she couldn't help but
groan "
ooh " while twisting her buttocks. 　　"Hey, that's enough! Please insert it quickly!" 　　When Goro saw that Ritsuko had slightly agreed, he quietly let Ritsuko's upper body lie down, bend her knees close to her thighs, and his erect penis was covered with sticky saliva from the glans to the bottom, then he aimed his penis at her vagina. 　　Goro, who had been gentle until now, suddenly became rough, thrusting in forcefully, ready to pierce her hymen in one go. With a resounding 　　" smack , " 　　Ritsuko's hymen was cruelly broken. 　　Ritsuko, realizing this was what she had expected, couldn't help but cry out softly, 　　"Ah! Why are you so rough? It hurts so much! " 　　as her face twitched, she bit her lip, and moved upwards. 　　"It'll be over soon . It hurts, doesn't it? Just bear with it. Here , queens and beggars, all women are the same. You're still a rich young lady, a truly innocent girl. I'm so lucky. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. In return, tonight I will use all my secret techniques to let you fully savor the deliciousness of a man's satisfaction," 　　Goro said, temporarily stopping his movements, holding Ritsuko tightly, calculating the time, then thrusting out his chest and quietly beginning to massage Ritsuko's breasts. 　　Ritsuko's temporary pain subsided, and she savored the pleasurable sensation of the penis filling her burning vagina . Her breasts were kneaded and sucked, a strange pleasure causing her whole body to tremble. 　　The man's hip movements gradually began. 　　The stimulation centered on her cervix, and the sensation spreading from her breasts, gradually creating an ascending sensuality in these two areas, completely intoxicating Ritsuko. 　　Ritsuko, who knew nothing of the art of caressing, readily accepted the man's penis, hands, and lips. A short sigh escaped her lips, and with each kiss, 　　her 　　body twisted and trembled, the gradually rising, pleasurable , numbing sensuality causing her to moan and go wild. 　　Soon, she reached a climax of pleasure, as if her bones were melting. Ritsuko couldn't help but shout 　　, "Ah, it feels so good! I've reached my climax! I've reached my climax! " 　　for the first time, tightly hugging the man's shoulders. As she moved her soft lower abdomen up to his , her warm, sticky fluid gushed out of her cervix for the first time. 　　This was a pleasure Ritsuko had never experienced in her previous seventeen years of life—an indescribable and incredible pleasure. 　　She forgot everything, even her own existence. 　　Her body and mind were gone; all that remained was the sensation of her vagina swallowing his magnificent penis deeply, and the intense stimulation that caused the mucous membranes to revel in pleasure. 　　When Goro was still a junior apprentice in a restaurant kitchen, his virginity was taken by a lecherous woman at an inn one night. After that, he used his ten fingers (no, if you counted the bodies of women like prostitutes every night , the number might be quite large) to taste all kinds of female bodies and different flavors, and found satisfaction in it. 　　However, the fact that such a delicate and supple body possessed such powerful reproductive ability was something he had never encountered before. 　　It wasn't a matter of virginity or non-virginity, but rather a result of her innate physical attributes. 　　Ritsuko's body and genitals were naturally endowed with the qualities to captivate men; in other words, only one or two out of ten thousand men in the world were lucky enough to be so, and Goro was that fortunate man. 　　"Ah, I'm so blessed ," Goro thought to himself with secret joy. 　　After Goro left her body, exhausted, Ritsuko soaked in hot water with great energy, then appeared in the entertainment room with an indifferent expression. 　　Filled with wicked lust, she transformed herself from a saint into a witch in one night. 　　She secretly chose her adoptive father, Rokusuke, as the second man she desired to caress. 　　The overwhelming impression of her intimate encounters with Mie was as powerful as changing one's worldview, so for Rokusuke, the desire within him unconsciously manifested as a strange allure. 　　To speak boldly is to be bold; to say something out of line is to go off track. However, upon closer examination, Rokusuke and Ritsuko are not related by blood at all; they are essentially completely different people. 　　The relationship between her mother and Rokusuke doesn't pose a real obstacle for Ritsuko. 　　If Ritsuko were to replace her mother and become Rokusuke's wife, no one can say for sure that it's not entirely impossible! 　　After their luxurious accommodations and meals, the two arrived at the Fuji Viewing Stand. The beautiful panoramic view, with cherry blossoms in spring and autumn leaves, was quite stunning, attracting many tourists.

Aside from winter, the tea shops and elegantly decorated little restaurants
are quite bustling, especially during the recent hiking season.
Their faces, as if flushed, strolled through the various autumn foliage groves before climbing to the
Fugetsuken ryotei, a restaurant built along the cliff edge, to rest.
The room they were led to by the waitress was located at the very end, with a view of
the clear stream below the Koga River and the distant blue mountains through the sidewalk. It offered the best view of the scenic plateau and was
the perfect quiet and secluded place for a tryst, a place to avoid attention.
Rokusuke didn't particularly want to make a move on Ritsuko at this moment, but when Ritsuko brought him sake and food,
and poured him a drink, he slowly sipped his wine while happily admiring the beautiful autumn scenery.
Ritsuko, with a charming gaze and a smile, sat beside him, faithfully and carefully trying to please Rokusuke
.
She was completely different from the childlike Ritsuko of yesterday; she was incredibly beautiful, and Rokusuke
was slightly moved.
As he watched, a knee suddenly peeked out from under the hem of her wide cotton robe. Regardless,
Rokusuke had caught a glimpse of the fair skin of her thigh.
In worldly terms, seeing without touching was enough to stir an irresistible desire.
Rokusuke, now intoxicated by his drink, exclaimed,
"Hey,
Father, I want to drink too!" Ritsuko then picked up her cup.
"Oh dear! Ritsuko,
are you alright?" Rokusuke asked in surprise.
"I'm fine. Father's enjoying his drink alone, and I'm getting bored. I want to get drunk and
have some fun.
"
"Alright,
alright,
if that's the case, then drink to your heart's content, get completely drunk, and I'll
take responsibility for the consequences."
"Oh dear,
really? If I can't move, you'll have to take care of me."
Even while the two were talking, Ritsuko had already drunk quite a few cups of wine.
Ritsuko couldn't hold her liquor; a flush spread from her eyes to her cheeks.
Rokusuke, filled with intense desire,
felt incredibly lucky and irresistibly drawn to Ritsuko's drunken, confused state.
"No problem!
How could I leave my precious Ritsuko behind? Your father will take care of
you while you're drunk."
Rokusuke hugged Ritsuko's shoulders, which were resting on his knees, his chest heaving, and whispered, "Oh,
take
care of me? I don't need you to take care of me! You
have to hold me tight, just like you did to the head maid last night
, hahaha
!
"
Rokusuke was startled.
"You
...you know about that?"
"Hahahaha,
Father, do you think I'm a two-year-old?!" Ritsuko said slyly.
Ritsuko continued speaking without hesitation, ignoring Rokusuke's evasive and tongue-tied attempts to escape.
"It doesn't matter anyway! As long as I know I have
the right to be loved like that headmistress, I'm satisfied, right?
I know my father isn't related to me by blood,
darling, am I wrong?"
Rokusuke was completely at Ritsuko's mercy. His hands, which were wrapped around Ritsuko's shoulders, were trembling, and he seemed very uneasy
. His large, erect penis,
which had been pressing against Ritsuko's wide cotton robe, suddenly sprang out due to the sudden change in circumstances.
Whether Ritsuko knew about Rokusuke's disheveled state or was deliberately teasing him, she
moved away and lay down with her head up.
"Oh dear,
Ritsuko, what are you doing?
"
Rokusuke asked in a panic. "Hahaha! Father, don't be nervous
!"
Ritsuko readily rolled up her skirt, revealing the root of one leg. Her despicable nature was on full display
as she peeked at Rokusuke's dark red vulva. In his bloodshot eyes, he clearly saw the taut
, swollen labia majora, slightly red and engorged.
At this point, the extremely flustered Rokusuke understood Ritsuko's intentions.
The proverb, "It is a man's shame not to enjoy the delicious food before him," flashed through Rokusuke's mind.
Even so, he longed for Ritsuko's body as if in a dream.
Rokusuke crawled on his knees, close to Ritsuko's thighs, rolling his wide cotton robe and close-fitting skirt up to his navel.
His nose almost touching her vulva, he brought his face close, greedily gazing at Ritsuko's body.
Unable to control Rokusuke's body, Ritsuko was repeatedly caressed
, her skin, smooth as a bead, thoroughly soothed by the young man in the restaurant kitchen just hours before. He licked and sucked at her vulva, indulging in unsatisfied pleasure.
Ritsuko, finally able to arouse Rokusuke according to her plan, felt satisfied. However
, the careful, meticulous caressing of her vulva—a part she considered unclean—by both Goro and Rokusuke forced
a bitter smile.
Yet, this caressing gave her a sense of conquering this usually arrogant and unreasonable man.
Finally, Rokusuke sat up halfway between Ritsuko's thighs, wiping his wet lips with the sleeve of his wide cotton robe
, and grasped the engorged, reddish-black penis.
"Ah!" Ritsuko screamed, her eyes widening at the sight of such a massive penis.
Compared to this, Goro's penis that morning seemed insignificant.
How could such a thick, firm penis penetrate her vulva? She worried that it might tear open
. But she realized that refusing now would be shameful.
Unaware of this, Rokusuke's engorged penis, like a black earthworm crawling,
was covered in sticky saliva from the glans to the entire concave area. His knees were wide open, and Ritsuko's buttocks were exposed from inside her legs.
Insertion, like gripping a woman's buttocks, the head of the penis, positioned diagonally downwards, aimed at the delicate opening of the vagina, and
thrust in repeatedly with a prying motion.
However, such a massive penis, one in ten thousand, didn't easily slip into
the small vagina of a petite girl.
Finally, it entered, but with each thrust, Ritsuko's body moved upwards.
Rokusuke grew impatient, so he pressed down on Ritsuko's waist with both hands and forcefully thrust the entire penis in at once
.
The vaginal walls, stretched out as if about to burst, made a creaking sound as the glans struck the cervix, the hymen...

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