Mysterious love letters

"Another letter was slipped in..."
Yukiko arrived at school that morning, opened the box where she kept her slippers, and found a letter.
She had seen love letters from men before, but they weren't particularly special or valuable. From the brown envelope and the handwriting addressed to "Ms. Matsumiya Yukiko," she knew it was from a man she disliked. Although it was the height of summer in July, a chill ran down Yukiko's spine.
But she couldn't just throw it away without reading it.
She wondered what he had written. What if she threw away this love letter and he revealed something shameful, something unspeakable, on campus? She couldn't possibly throw it away! Of
course, Yukiko hadn't done anything wrong, and no one had any leverage over her.
But she felt as if that man was hiding somewhere, watching her intently. With a heavy heart, she quickly stuffed the thick envelope into her schoolbag.
This was a private school in Shonan. Since its founding in the Meiji era, the school has always admitted students from the upper class with outstanding academic achievements. This has been a tradition of the school.
Yukiko Matsumiya is a third-year high school student; she is only eighteen years old.
She is the daughter of the Matsumiya Zaibatsu, a powerful and influential family in Japanese politics.
Not only is she young and beautiful, but she is also tall and slender, and like an angel, she loves cleanliness. Her academic performance and athletic achievements are impeccable, consistently ranking at the top.
Previously, men had proposed to her, but now, with her family's overwhelmingly powerful status, everyone aspires to marry into her family, all making long-term plans, maintaining a state of mutual restraint, and fearing they might not be able to reach her level.
Only this man continues to write her lewd and despicable love letters, and he even dares to openly sign his name.
Before going to the classroom, Yukiko went into the girls' restroom. Once inside, she felt relieved; that man certainly wouldn't dare to barge in!
Yukiko took the love letter out of her bag, tore open the envelope, and pulled out the letter.
The handwriting was fluent and neat, but the content was disgusting and frightening.
"These past few days, I stole your gym uniform, I'm so sorry. Because I desperately wanted it. I've always fantasized about how fragrant your sweat is! And I'd masturbate while daydreaming. Even now that I've stolen it, it still smells so good, and I feel satisfied.
Because I stole it immediately after gym class, your uniform still has a lot of damp sweat, especially under the armpits and on your breasts, which are filled with your strong sweat scent.
I masturbated standing up three times in a row, and then ejaculated onto your uniform. I sent it back to your house by registered mail yesterday. You can try smelling my semen while masturbating!"
Yukiko's mood soured as she read. However, she had to finish reading it, otherwise, like last time, he would combine Yukiko's photo with another woman's naked body and post it in the classroom, leaving her completely unaware!
While such pranks were unpopular, they were still terrifying for Yukiko, who had a strong sense of shame. For example, having someone combine her photo with something shameful, so that the whole class could see it, was unbearable.
Besides, there might be other things in the letter; she wouldn't know what other tricks he would pull until she finished reading it.
With some time before entering the study room in the morning, Yukiko continued reading the letter.
"Yesterday I was disrespectful again and stole your indoor slippers. The inside of the slippers was a mixture of your sweat, oil, and filth. I think the fragrance of a rich young lady is the most luxurious." "
Huh?!..." Yukiko was extremely surprised. Weren't those slippers on her feet right now?
"After licking your slippers, I ejaculated inside them again, then put them back in their place. I want to know everything about you, and I must try to grasp what's truly inside you. I must get you. I won't use force; I'm waiting for you to say, 'Hold me!' That would be an expression of my love.
Finally, to prove you've read my letter, please mark a '○' in the corner of the blackboard in the classroom. —
Keisuke Gamo."
Yukiko finished reading the letter, furious and embarrassed, and crumpled it into a ball. Then, she immediately threw away the slippers she was already wearing. She hadn't noticed before, but now, upon closer inspection, she saw dried grime inside. It made her want to vomit.
Last night, Keisuke had caressed Yukiko's slippers and then ejaculated inside, making a mess. This morning, he had put the slippers back in their original place.
That nasty venom! It's seeped into her socks! But she couldn't just throw away her shoes and socks; she couldn't very well go back to the classroom barefoot from the girls' restroom.
Yukiko gritted her teeth in frustration, enduring the pain as she left the restroom, throwing the letter and envelope into the trash can. Before returning to the classroom, she went to the school store and bought new shoes and socks. Then she went to the shower room in the old school building, took off her old socks, washed her feet again, changed into the new shoes and socks, threw away the old ones, and went back to the fourth floor of the new school building to prepare for class.
However, Yukiko's discarded shoes and socks were quickly picked up by someone, and Yukiko realized someone was following her.
Yukiko entered the classroom, looked around, and seeing no sign of Keisuke, she froze.
"Good morning, Miss Yukiko!" her classmates greeted her.
Yukiko smiled at her classmates, then drew a circle next to the blackboard.
Gamo Keisuke probably followed Yukiko into the classroom; before she knew it, he was sitting at her desk, a faint smile on his face, his lecherous eyes fixed on Yukiko.
Gamo Keisuke was short, hunchbacked, with triangular eyes, a large mouth that never closed, a flat nose with nostrils flaring to the sides, and a long scar on his upper left cheek that stretched across half his face.
When he was in junior high, he was often bullied and teased. Because of his small size, he was powerless to fight back, and even the girls in his class ignored him. His face was so ugly, like a monster in the schoolyard.
Even now, in high school, no one paid any attention to him.
Moreover, his surname, when pronounced in Japanese, sounds similar to "lazy toad," and coupled with his ugly appearance, his classmates nicknamed him "Lazy Toad."
Of course, Yukiko never teased him, nor did she dare openly look down on him...
Now in his third year of high school, the entire class was busy preparing for next year's entrance exams, and no one wanted to keep Keisuke company, lest they waste time. Keisuke, on the other hand, would always hide in a corner of the classroom, sighing and lamenting. Sometimes his classmates would frown at him, expressing their dislike, but they would quickly turn away and ignore him.
Keisuke was able to enter this school, which was exclusively for the children of wealthy families, entirely because he came from a capitalist family; his academic performance was mediocre. But now, Keisuke lived entirely off the inheritance and insurance money left by his father, who died in an accident two years ago. His father ran a financial business, and the inheritance he left was enough for Keisuke to squander for the rest
of his life .

His mother died when he was young, leaving him with no brothers or relatives. He lived in that old mansion with his wet nurse.
He was, in a sense, a lone wanderer, with no ties to the world, a man of strong character.
Now eighteen, he seemed quite detached from life, and fueled by lust, he developed a frivolous and reckless nature, disregarding all consequences.
Finally, class began.
Yukiko felt Keisuke sitting diagonally behind her, glancing at her sideways, a feeling of unease creeping over her.
'Why am I thinking like this…' Had her usual sympathy and kindness towards Keisuke brought her bad luck? She couldn't possibly use that as a reason to transfer from this prestigious school to another one!
Besides, she was already a senior in high school, graduating in six months, busy preparing for exams—the most crucial time of her life.
Yukiko, of course, didn't mention these worries to her family or teachers, not even to her close friends.
Soon, there was a physical education class in the afternoon.
It was already mid-July, final exams were over, and summer vacation would begin in a week.
Although it was summer vacation, high school graduates still had to prepare for entrance exams, but this was their last summer vacation of high school, and everyone was very happy. So, they felt relaxed and happy during physical education class.
Yukiko was at the top of her class academically and excelled in all sports. At 2 PM, she forgot all her worries from the morning and swam gracefully in the pool.
However, Keisuke didn't enter the pool at that moment; instead, he secretly hid in the girls' changing room.
Whether in the classroom or at the pool, no one suspected Keisuke when he wasn't there, and no one bothered to look for him. In fact, they were happier when he wasn't around.
The girls' changing room was rather dim, with the underwear of twenty-three girls scattered on the floor, mixed with their body odor.
Keisuke immediately found Yukiko's clothes. He opened Yukiko's clothes.
All the female students at this school were required to wear school uniforms. The summer uniforms were white short-sleeved shirts with blue trim sewn onto the collar and sleeves with white thread, paired with red school skirts.
Keisuke pressed his face against Yukiko's school uniform, inhaling her gentle scent that permeated the fabric. Then, he smelled her underarms, a faint, milky odor of sweat.
No matter how meticulous a woman is about hygiene, in the sweltering summer heat, even slight activity will cause her skin to sweat.
Soon, Keisuke pulled his erect penis from his pants. He then rubbed it against Yukiko's school uniform, skirt, and underwear, sniffing her bra and socks repeatedly…
before finally pulling out what he most desired from the bottom fold: Yukiko's panties.
Keisuke turned the top layer of Yukiko's panties inside out, pressing them against his cheek, but he couldn't see any unusual stains. Perhaps they both knew they had swimming lessons in the afternoon and didn't want to wear stained panties; Keisuke and Yukiko felt a pang of disappointment. However, he still carefully examined and observed, looking for any missing pubic hair and trying to find the creases that led deep into the woman's "crease."
Soon, Keisuke grasped his penis with his right hand and began to move it rhythmically, pressing his nose against the center of Yukiko's underwear...
Keisuke smelled a faint odor of sweat and a strange, acidic smell from Yukiko's underwear.
Keisuke snorted twice, seemingly finding the smell unbearable, and continued to carefully observe and experience the underwear.
The unique body odor of a virgin and the smell of urine seemed particularly fragrant to Keisuke, and he was completely absorbed in it. The front of the underwear, which was pressed against the woman's private parts, was slightly damp. He then rubbed the part that pressed against the anus against his nose, intending to explore another mysterious scent.
Keisuke smelled and sniffed, and his sexual arousal became very strong. But, without realizing it, a female student, for some unknown reason, entered the women's changing room.
Keisuke quickened his finger movements, rubbing his glans against the center of Yukiko's underwear.
"Hmph, Yukiko... she's mine now..." he muttered to himself, his semen gushing out.
The white, cloudy semen stained the pristine white underwear, seeping into its fibers.
After the initial pleasure, Keisuke sighed in relief. He put the white underwear back in its place, then neatly folded his school uniform and skirt back into their original order, trying to make sure they were arranged exactly as they were before, so no one could tell they had been touched. Keisuke then slipped out of the
girls' changing room and lay down to rest by the pool.
Soon, the two-hour afternoon physical education class ended. The students chatted and laughed, making a ruckus as they prepared to shower and wash their eyes, the boys and girls heading to their respective changing rooms.
Keisuke lay on the grass next to the girls' changing room, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside.
Yukiko dried herself off, wrapped her naked body in a towel, took off her dark blue swimsuit, and pulled out her underwear from under her neatly folded school uniform to change.
However, she then noticed that there was a sticky, dirty substance on her underwear.
"Oh dear..." Yukiko exclaimed. No wonder Keisuke wasn't in the pool; perhaps he had hidden in the women's changing room.
"What's wrong, Yukiko!" Kawaeyoshi, who was naked next to her, asked while wiping herself. "No...no, nothing's wrong..." Yukiko quickly replied, but should she put on the dirty underwear? She hesitated.
Of course, she couldn't just put it on like that, but if she washed it and then wore it again, so many of her female classmates would be watching her, and her usual emergency athletic shorts were still in the locker in the classroom.
She had no choice but to temporarily leave her underwear off, put on her bra, and then put on her school uniform and skirt.
To avoid being discovered by her female classmates that she wasn't wearing underwear, she quickly crumpled her swimsuit and underwear into a ball and stuffed them into a plastic bag she had brought. Without wearing underwear, she prepared to return to the classroom.
Why did she have to do something so disgusting? Yukiko felt a mixture of hatred and resentment towards Keisuke; she was so grief-stricken she seemed about to cry.
She hurried up the stairs to the classroom, worried that the wind would whip up her skirt and expose her underwear. Several times she looked back down the stairs to see if any other classmates were following her.
She was the first to reach the classroom, opened her locker, and took out the shorts she only wore during exercise—a pair of dark blue shorts.
Yukiko hurriedly rolled up her school skirt, the cool breeze blowing up her thighs, and finally put on the shorts, covering her lower body.
"It's okay if you don't wear underwear..."
"Ah..." Yukiko exclaimed, turning around to see Keisuke standing mysteriously at the classroom door, grinning, but with a malicious smirk.
"Don't come near me... I'm going to shout!" Yukiko hurriedly straightened her school skirt and took a few steps back.
"You found semen on your underwear, didn't you! Too bad, it made that part of you all sticky, didn't it?! Hmph, your underwear has a peculiar smell now!"
"You, you shut up..." Yukiko was annoyed. Tears welled in her eyes, and she slapped her ears shut.
"When you changed into your athletic shorts, I saw your buttocks all of a sudden—so white, so firm, so full. I've wanted to lick your ass all along!"
"Why do you always try to bully me?! I haven't done anything to offend you!" "
It's not about offending you, it's because I like you, you're my lover, and I miss you terribly right now!" Keisuke explained.
Yukiko lowered her head in despair, speechless.
At that moment, all the boys and girls in the class rushed back to the classroom.
"Yukiko, did you come back first?" Kawaeyoshi asked. She glanced at Keisuke and saw him confronting Yukiko.
"Hey, what bad things did you say about Yukiko?!" Huifang demanded, her face stern.
"Can't I even talk to my classmates?" Keisuke rolled his eyes and glanced back at Huifang.
"No way! Don't you have any shame, you lazy toad?" Miss Jiangyuan Xiamei, standing next to Huifang, retorted. Huifang was rather short, while Miss Xiamei was tall and imposing. Both of them were Yukiko's friends. Although they weren't as pretty as Yukiko, they were still considered beautiful school beauties, true beauties.
They were inseparable from Yukiko, always believing in her and siding with her.
Moreover, they often teased Keisuke, openly belittling him, and still looked down on him now, seeing him as a pathetic wretch in the class!
"Alright! I'll talk to you another time!" "Yukiko said quietly, her face flushed with embarrassment under the watchful eyes of the entire class, before returning to her seat.
"You think Yukiko is kind and easy to bully!" Yoshie scolded Keisuke angrily.
"Yes! You're right! He's all drooling over the lowest of the low, while Yukiko is as gentle as a goddess!" Natsumi Ehara chimed in.
Finally, everyone ignored Keisuke's presence and returned to their seats.
Soon after, their homeroom teacher, Minako Isobe, entered the classroom. The pre-dismissal self-study session began.
Minako was twenty-three years old. She had taken up her post when Yukiko entered her second year of high school; she was a young and beautiful English teacher.
Both male and female students liked Minako as their homeroom teacher; she was a teacher who could manage the class well.
However, Keisuke was the only one who continued reading his pornographic novels regardless of whether he was in class or not. Although he didn't dare to openly masturbate in the classroom, he often rubbed his crotch through his pants. Even Ms. Minako couldn't do anything about him. When they took turns reading English, she would often skip Keisuke and let the next student read.
Ms. Minako also disliked Keisuke; he was just an eighteen-year-old brat with lecherous eyes and a mind like that of a slick, middle-aged pervert.
However, no major problems occurred in the class. Although the class lacked a sense of harmony, Keisuke still didn't dare to openly display his obscene member. There hadn't been any violent fights in the class either. Of course, the occasional minor violent disturbances in the class were mostly caused by Keisuke.
Moreover, Keisuke's deceased father had donated a large sum of money to the school, and the principal's stance was that Keisuke couldn't simply be expelled.
As a result, Minako also felt she wasn't acting like a teacher. Since graduation was almost here anyway, she simply ignored Keisuke and decided to procrastinate until graduation.
Soon after, school ended, and Keisuke stood in front of Yukiko, who was heading home.
"Can't you stay with me for a bit?" Keisuke asked Yukiko in a low voice.
"What did you say... what's wrong?" It was Kawayoshi who answered Keisuke for Yukiko.
"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Yukiko!"
"No wonder everyone calls you a toad! Don't you want them to stop calling you that?" Yoshie said. At this moment, Natsumi Ehara also stepped forward, as if to protect Yukiko.
The commotion attracted the attention of the male students, who all thought something had happened to Yukiko.
"What's wrong?" Before the commotion broke out, Yukiko asked Keisuke. Although she didn't want to be bothered, as a daughter of a prominent family, she was always flattered and fawned over, and often the center of attention, making her feel shy and timid.
"It hurts so much to pick at the scar on my cheek. Aren't you coming with me to the infirmary?"
"..." Hearing Keisuke's question, Yukiko was speechless.
"Don't go, Yukiko. It was an accident, and you already made ample compensation to him, didn't you?" Kawayoshi stopped Yukiko.
"Fine, I'll go if you want!" Yukiko said to Yoshie, then followed Keisuke out of the classroom.
"Then we'll go with you. It's dangerous for just the two of you!" Kawayoshi and Ehara Natsumi also wanted to go.
"It's alright, you two go home first. Aren't you studying? Besides, there's a doctor at the infirmary!" Yukiko, with a bitter smile on her face, stopped the two girls from accompanying her and finally followed Keisuke.
"Hmph, they're like mad dogs, all because I didn't use violence against them..." Keisuke muttered to himself with a threatening kiss.
If there was a weakness, it was the scar on Keisuke's cheek that made Yukiko so vulnerable.
Because this scar was inflicted by Yukiko.
This happened two months ago. After school, Yukiko went to the archery club to practice archery, her daily extracurricular activity. When she shot an arrow, it missed its target and flew into the woods behind the school.
"Haha, haha, you used too much force!" the advisor said to Yukiko with a laugh. She blushed deeply, not expecting to shoot so far... But, in the blink of an eye, she heard a scream from the woods. Yukiko's face turned pale
with fright . Then, Yukiko, along with her advisor and classmates, hurriedly ran into the woods. The woods were normally a restricted area. To facilitate the biology club's insect specimen collection and the art club's sketching and drawing activities, a section of the woods was fenced off from the campus with wire mesh. Needless to say, no one was allowed to enter during archery activities; the school authorities had repeatedly reminded everyone to be extremely careful. Yukiko's legs trembled with fear. Then she saw Keisuke clutching his face, rolling around in the woods. Yukiko was terrified. A few streaks of bright red blood flowed from between Keisuke's fingers as he covered his face, and beside him lay the arrow Yukiko had shot, stained with blood...

The arrow missed the target and struck Keisuke's left cheek, tearing off a chunk of flesh; the wound was quite deep.
Keisuke claimed he had gone for a walk in the woods.
Although the woods were a restricted area, students had repeatedly ventured in without permission, and Yukiko felt responsible for her negligence.
As a result, the school authorities fenced off the entire woods with barbed wire, strictly prohibiting students from entering. Yukiko also withdrew from the archery club due to the incident.
All of Keisuke's medical expenses were paid by Yukiko's family, but the scar on his face would never disappear.
Before the arrow wound, Keisuke had been lustfully eyeing Yukiko; after the incident, he brazenly sent her obscene love letters.
"He was already ugly enough; now he has this scar too. There's really nothing we can do!" Yoshie and Natsumi both said, repeatedly telling Yukiko to stop paying attention to Keisuke. Yukiko still felt a sense of responsibility, and her heart sank particularly whenever she was around Keisuke.
The incident was accidental, and the victim was Keisuke. If that scar had been on her own cheek, wouldn't it have been terrible? Yukiko couldn't shake this thought; responsibility and compassion tormented her simultaneously.
Soon after, Yukiko accompanied Keisuke to the school clinic.
Since school had ended, the school doctor wasn't there.
"Nobody's here. I'll go get the doctor!" Yukiko said.
"Don't bother. We already know how to treat it," Keisuke said, glancing furtively at Yukiko as he sat down on the examination table.
"Come over here!"
"How much pain are you in? Can't we go to the hospital?" Yukiko approached Keisuke nervously.
"It's been two months since the injury. There's no need to go to the hospital. I won't hurt you. Come sit next to me!" "Keisuke said. Yukiko moved slightly away and sat on the examination table.
"How is your injury now..." Yukiko said, sitting to Keisuke's left, not wanting to see the scar on his cheek.
"It hurts like it's on fire, I want to cool the scar down."
"How should I do that..."
"First, you need to soothe it for me, with your gentle palm..." "
Quickly; just press on my scar..." Keisuke said, bringing his cheek closer to Yukiko's. He was determined not to force Yukiko's hand to touch his scar. He patiently waited for Yukiko to soothe it for him. He thought that if he hastily pulled her hand, Yukiko would report him to the teacher. So he decided not to touch Yukiko's body. He saw Yukiko being forced into a dilemma, looking very confused, and he felt excited at the same time, taking advantage of this psychology in Yukiko.
Yukiko felt a nightmarish terror and disgust, and finally stretched out her trembling fingers.
Yukiko could have refused, run away, and reported it to the teacher, but she felt guilty for causing Keisuke's scar, and her heart was conflicted. Her head and body felt hot, as if she were being manipulated by the demonic aura of Keisuke, this lazy toad.
Yukiko looked up and saw a hideous scar on Keisuke's right cheek, stretching from the side of his nostril to his ear. The scar was still twitching and vibrating slightly.
The ends of the scar were taut, and the black muscle in the middle bulged, like a centipede crawling on his face.
Yukiko felt terrible. She tried her best to open her palm wide and cover the scar.
"Ah, your hand is so gentle, it feels so good. Be gentler, caress me!" "Keisuke said with a suggestive tone,
but it wasn't as simple as just covering the scar with one hand. Keisuke's sweaty muscles and that annoying scar made Yukiko completely flustered.
"Just touching it with your hand isn't enough. Blow on the scar for me, it'll feel cooler that way, or maybe you could lick it for me, that would feel even better!" Keisuke said, pulling Yukiko's hand and rubbing it in circles between his legs, his breathing becoming rapid.
Yukiko finally couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her hand away and stood up, saying,
"Don't do this, I want to go home!" "
Is that so? I'll ejaculate if I do this, won't you take a look?" Keisuke looked at Yukiko, openly showing her the "tent" between his legs.
"What are you doing?!" At that moment, the door to the infirmary was suddenly pushed open, and the homeroom teacher, Minako Isobe, entered.
"It must be Kawayoshi and Ehara Natsumi who told the homeroom teacher about their relationship!
" "Nothing much! He's just treating my scars!" Keisuke replied calmly, while Minako stared at his face.
"The school doctor's gone home?!" "
Then, please treat me, Minako-sensei?" Keisuke said. Minako-sensei immediately lost her beautiful expression; she couldn't ignore Keisuke in front of her. She asked,
"Yukiko, he didn't do anything inappropriate to you, did he?!" "
Ah, it's alright..." Yukiko replied.
Facing their conversation, Keisuke smiled lewdly and said, "Everyone treats me like a criminal, a teacher. Until now, I haven't assaulted a single female student, have I?"
"No..."
"But, don't you two distrust me?" "
Perhaps there is some misunderstanding between us. I want to have a proper talk with you... Yukiko, go home!" “
Yes,” Yukiko said, bowing to the teacher before finally leaving the infirmary.
Minako pulled over a swivel chair and sat facing Keisuke, who was sitting at the clinic.
“Let me ask you first, how was your treatment? Does it hurt?”
“That’s enough. I can’t treat you without Yukiko.”
“Keisuke-kun, why are you specifically targeting Yukiko?”
“Teacher, you’re very beautiful, but you’re only second to me. Yukiko is the first beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
“What do you mean…?”
“Don’t you understand? I enjoy pursuing women. Just because I’m ugly doesn’t mean I have the right to like a capitalist’s beauty.” “
You can’t say that. But Yukiko doesn’t seem interested in you…”
“She does, so I didn’t force her. She even came to the infirmary with me of her own accord!”
“Since she’s interested in you, you’re both upperclassmen, you can talk openly…” “
Hmph, people are laughing at me!” "I'm short and ugly, how dare I talk about this in public? Or, if I suddenly take such action, won't you be offended, teacher?"
"Ah... what are you going to do?" Keisuke hugged Minako, who struggled, but he pulled her into the bedroom with the curtains drawn.
Minako felt small and weak, and hadn't considered the potential danger of being with Keisuke. Faced with this powerful monster, she was powerless to resist.
"Mmm...uh..." Keisuke forcefully pushed Minako onto the bed and kissed her, her struggles frantic.
Keisuke pinned the 23-year-old teacher down, the soft touch of her lips, the scent of her lipstick, and Minako's panting breaths arousing him.
Keisuke had more money than he could spend; he frequented nightclubs in Yokohama and Kawasaki and had several sexual experiences, but this was his first time taking advantage of a virgin.
Minako desperately tried to push Keisuke away, grabbing his hair and scratching his face.
As a teacher, in this critical moment, she put up a fierce resistance.
Keisuke pinned Minako down, kissing her repeatedly. Perhaps the scars on his face terrified Minako, for she was immediately exhausted.
"If this class didn't have me, it would probably be a really good class. You called me a beast during class." "
Hey, don't be so stupid...stop..." "
If you're gentle, I won't hit you. Let me hug you. My semen was meant for Yukiko; today I'll serve you well!" Keisuke said.
"Ah...stop...stop!" Minako no longer resembled a female teacher, but merely a frail woman. She wanted to shout, but the staff office couldn't hear her. And there were no students passing by in the corridor outside the infirmary. Even if students did pass by, Minako didn't want them to see this shameful scene; she lacked the confidence to shout. Keisuke
once again pressed his ugly face close to the trembling, beautiful, and delicate face of Minako, which was tilted to one side. He inhaled her fragrance while kissing her, roughly fondling her full breasts.
Minako clenched her teeth, tears wetting her long eyelashes, yet she continued to struggle.
Keisuke skillfully unbuttoned Minako's blouse, moved her bra aside, and reached between her legs to remove her panties. He even probed her genitals with his fingers.
"Oh..." Minako gasped in pain.
Keisuke's hand dug into Minako's pubic hair.
"Hey...stop it!" Minako shouted angrily.
Keisuke's palm stroked the soft pubic hair, his fingers still probing her genitals. Her genitals were wet, but it wasn't vaginal fluid; it was the sweat of a struggling summer night.
Minako shook her head through gritted teeth, trembling as if she had been brutally beaten.
Keisuke then sucked on Minako's nipple, grabbing her other breast with his hand. He even bit her nipple with his teeth.
"Hey, ah, don't bite me..." Minako wanted to fight back desperately, but she no longer had the strength.
Minako was finally defiled by Keisuke. She felt terrified and ashamed, panting weakly.
Minako felt like she was in a nightmare; she felt dizzy.
"You're very beautiful. Don't you have a boyfriend?" Keisuke asked.
"You...don't say that!" Minako said, tears welling in her eyes. She smelled an unclean odor; Keisuke, that beast, had probably ejaculated. Minako frowned. She just wanted to vomit...
"Hmph, beautiful teacher, you've lost your virginity! Do you dare go outside to complain? Go ahead and say whatever you want!" Keisuke said nonchalantly, adjusting his pants.
Minako, filled with humiliation and disgust, walked out of the infirmary...
Minako never told anyone about being assaulted by Keisuke. She wasn't raped by a delinquent, but rather a prank played on her by a nobody, an insignificant little man whom everyone looked down upon. Minako thought to herself, she had to preserve her self-respect!
First, she didn't want to ruin her teaching career for this little man. Even if she told the story, the students might not sympathize with her, and might even laugh at her: "How stupid of you, to be played by such a boy..."
Minako endured the humiliation and tried to forget it. From the next day onward, she ignored Keisuke's existence even more.
Keisuke, too, occasionally looked at Yukiko to satisfy his sexual desires.

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