The Pain of a Virgin

Chapter 1 Painful Nectar

Chiyo was a gentle woman with a distinctly Japanese charm. With willow-leaf eyebrows and cherry-like lips, her dress always clung tightly to her skin, and her snow-white neck particularly attracted the lust of the elderly writer, Yoshida Shigesaburo.

Especially alluring was the youthful purity of her virginity, and the elastic curves of her waist; even Yoshida's aging penis was aroused, standing erect.

Chiyo was nineteen years old, and Yoshida was fifty-eight. Today, he was particularly eager to explore the mysteries of the hymen.

Yoshida's old, wrinkled hands were waiting for Chiyo to come down the corridor, ready to drape her shoulders. Chiyo reflexively tried to escape, but Yoshida had already bound her hands with a ribbon, and one of his hands slid into Chiyo's warm body.

He used his fingertips to tease the virgin's full, elastic breasts. The girl struggled desperately, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, staring at Yoshida's face. Yoshida, like a raging fire, had already pressed his burning lips against the girl's lovely lips.

"No...please don't...joking...let me go..."

Chiyo was tightly bound to the man's two strong arms, her cheeks and lips pressed against his body.

Chiyo had long lost her reason, even her mind; she offered no resistance, simply letting the man do as he pleased.

Yoshida, having succeeded, was consumed by a beastly lust. He gently picked up the girl and carried her back to his room, locking the door behind him. He carried Chiyo to the bed, a smile on his face as he lifted her clothes, his eyes fixed on her vulva. He inserted his index finger into her opening and began to rub it.

But his already erect penis couldn't wait any longer. In an instant, he straddled the girl's warm, soft virgin abdomen, rubbing her vulva even more forcefully. At this moment, unable to suppress his desire, just as he was about to thrust into her secret place, the shy virgin suddenly sat up.

"No, no, ah... if Madam sees, it'll be terrible, no, no, please let me go... ah..." Chiyo, like a chick caught by an eagle, pounded her heart, tears welling in her eyes. She begged for his mercy, but this only fueled the man's lust. One hand unbuttoned his trousers, revealing a writhing, powerful, and enormous purple penis. In an instant, he had stripped off the woman's panties.

At that moment, the girl's fragrant vulva bloomed like a rose. The bodies of man and woman struggled, and finally, the man firmly pressed the woman's body down. A moment later, the virgin stopped struggling in despair. She had already lost track of her own pleasure. In an instant, her buttocks rose, and she silently took off her panties.

The virgin's sacrifice was filled with the wrath of Venus, offered before male lust.

Between the lovely virgin's legs, the full and pure breasts outlined a white jade arc, a shy, wide valley, where the dark forest peered into the mysterious red cave.

Ah… the fullness of the snow-white mound, like two round pillars of bread, between which grow lush tender grass, like shyly blooming pink petals, so lovely.

In the valley at the center, a spring of joy is hidden, and at the tip of the sorrowful crack, a thin membrane of fruit, irresistible to the touch, is revealed—the sacred Jade Gate, the gate that guards the entrance to the womb. Yoshida's trembling hand gently parted the gate of the Jade Gate, about to insert it.

"Ah, ah, no, I…I…I'm so scared…what should I do…ah…please let me go…please let me go…" The man continued, rubbing the crack forcefully.

"I…I like you, please let me love you…okay…okay…please…please…give it to me…" he said, grasping his large, red penis in his right hand, pressing it forcefully against the entrance of the Jade Gate, as if the demonic penis had long awaited, wanting to glimpse this secret realm where red and white, red and black vied for attention.

"Mmm...ah...oh...mmm, come on!"

The man let out beautiful moans. The virgin's chastity was firm and not easily broken. With each press, the woman's thighs tightened even more.

The man deliberately pressed his glans against her vulva a few times, and then the woman let out beautiful murmurs, her body contorting. The man's heavy body pressed against her soft breasts, and Chiyo's sweet lips were being sucked. Chiyo's face showed a joyful expression, her eyes shining like the glow of spring.

Ah...what a satisfying garden! It was simply a paradise, and then the two gradually entered a state of complete ecstasy.

The man's fingers lingered on her lush pubic hair, the crimson flesh, the enchanting crack brimming with eroticism. The vulva seemed to welcome someone to open its doors.

At this moment, tears of lustful fluid were already seeping from the crack, the overflow of love flowing after the caresses. Chiyo's face lit up with lust, her vulva swollen like a small loaf of bread, water oozing out. Her labia minora, now a vibrant pink, were swollen and thickened, already peeking out from her vulva—the perfect moment for intercourse.

The man, unable to contain his itch any longer, gripped his enormous penis, focusing intently on the entrance to her body. He embraced Chiyo's firm, full buttocks tightly, then pressed down, pressing himself firmly against her.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm... Is this how it is? Is this how it is?"

Chiyo's face contorted, her whole body twisting...

"Ah... ah... I... I don't know how... ah, quick... quick... quick, insert it... quick... Master... I... I can't take it anymore..." With forceful squeezing, the power of the jade stem humiliated the soft virgin, and the girl let out a pitiful cry of sorrow... "Ah... oh... um... hmm..."

The pure flesh writhed, and Chiyo's hymen instantly, as if under everyone's expectation, tore open like a ripping cloth, opening a path for the penis to charge. Bright red rose petals dripped shameful blood, and a few drops of bright red blood soaked the white sheets.

"It's broken, it's broken... I'm so happy... I broke my hymen." Yoshida was so happy that he suddenly became carried away. He swayed his hips, lifted Chiyo's two thighs, raised them to his shoulders, like carrying a palanquin, and swayed while shouting "Hi-yo... Hi-yo..."

"Ah...I...I can't take it anymore...Ah...I can't take it anymore...Oh...Oh..." Chiyo twisted her body desperately, clinging tightly to the man's back.

"Mmm...Mmm..."

Chiyo, already wet with desire, had entered a hazy, dreamlike state, her virginity completely gone. However, she didn't necessarily feel any sensuality. She didn't know what she was doing. She was ashamed, guilty, and afraid, as if she had gone mad, her sadness reaching its peak, completely losing her mind.

Blood dripped from her hymen. The man saw the hymen, and his chauvinistic sadism suddenly awakened. He twisted and turned even more violently, as if he wanted to swallow Chiyo whole.

He grasped his penis, gently poking at the woman's clitoris with the tip, while his hands continuously rubbed her lovely breasts. Chiyo was in ecstasy.

"Ah...ah...like a ball of fire...ah...so beautiful...so beautiful...faster...faster...insert it...faster...faster...ah...so beautiful...so beautiful..." Chiyo writhed all over...

Yoshida deliberately teasedly rubbed the edge of her labia minora, deliberately not inserting, just skillfully caressing her up and down, right and left. Yoshida's pleasure at defiled a young girl was indescribable. His penis had already swelled to its maximum hardness, swelling, and heat. Although they hadn't officially intercourse yet, his excitement had already reached halfway.

His penis only rubbed around her clitoris and labia minora a few times, and Chiyo couldn't take it anymore. She cried out, "So beautiful, so beautiful, hurry...hurry and insert it. Ah...Yoshida, insert it quickly, twist it deeply!" Chiyo forgot her shame, stretched out her wrists, and tightly gripped the base of his penis, her waist thrusting high. Yoshida's large and hot glans plunged straight into the depths of her vagina in one breath. Chiyo hugged the man's waist tightly with both hands, her breathing rapid.

His knees and elbows overlapped on the woman's body, his hands gripping her hair tightly, his waist twisting up and down with unwavering focus, while the woman moaned incessantly.

"Ah...ah...stop...stop...ah...such a big penis...twisting inside me...ah...um...uh...oh...so beautiful...so beautiful..."

Now, Yoshida couldn't resist either, his hands wrapped around the woman's waist, twisting and thrusting like on a swing.

The tip of his penis bounced like a hot air balloon, leaking a wet, slippery, clear fluid. Chiyo cried out, her juices overflowing like a flood, her penis thrusting back and forth in the slippery cave.

Yoshida felt an intense tingling sensation, he thrust harder, his breathing quickening...

"Come on...oh...it's so beautiful...I'm about to come..."

His penis slammed into the round cervix, the pleasure piercing his very soul, his penis hitting the bottom of the uterus, a wave of tingling, a spasm, and the man's semen surged forth like a torrent. Chiyo clung tightly to the man's buttocks, forcefully raising them, her face contorted in pleasure as she cried out, "Ah...I...I'm going to lose it too...more...more...I'm going to lose it too...ah, my whole body is numb...ah...so beautiful...so beautiful..."

Her waist swayed up and down, the entire penis seemingly swallowed up her vulva, even the last drop of semen dripping away. Deep within the woman's womb, a white, sticky nectar was revealed, the semen of the man and woman mixing in her vulva, their pubic hair wet and sticky, the vaginal fluid overflowing from the woman's vulva.

The man's sorrow after intercourse was a state of exhaustion; though his mind was stable, his body was completely paralyzed. The woman trembled, her legs shaking and her buttocks quivering, as if in a dream, like a lewd beast from hell, having long since lost all womanly restraint.

The greatest joy in life is the exhilaration that follows shame, absurdity, and sorrow.

Extreme joy is followed by sorrow; form is emptiness. The fountain of pleasure only amplified their loneliness after they drank from it; they lay limp on the bed, motionless.

Chapter Two: The Count's Widow

Mrs. Yoshida was a 42-year-old elegant lady with glasses, but the vain glint in her eyes couldn't be hidden behind them.

The woman was cheerful and talkative. Her thick fat jiggled as she walked. She led her friend, the widow of Count Tokuda, into the entrance hall. The woman had thick lips and sagging eyes; she had long been immersed in a life of debauchery, her entire body brimming with male essence.

"He looks listless."

"But what does he look like? I think you're quite the connoisseur, oh ho… oh ho…" "Ah… don't joke around, I only do it once a week, and every time it makes me feel like I'm dying of pleasure. Oh ho…" "Ah… oh dear… your husband will come back and want to play with you…"

"Oh dear… hey! Chiyo! Where are you going?"

The two entered the entrance hall.

A burst of laughter came from downstairs. Yoshida hurriedly pulled out his slippery penis, hastily wiped it with a woman's red sash, and then Chiyo sat up abruptly. Startled by the woman's shout, she quickly dressed, combed her hair, and went downstairs.

Yoshida couldn't sleep either. He got up and sat at his desk, reading.

"Lady Chatterley's Lover" was a book his junior, a relatively unknown translator, had asked Yoshida to write a review for.

How could a teenager understand such a rational article? Did something that couldn't be appreciated become an obscene novel? Did having sex every day make him obscene?

But sex was human nature, so whether it was the path of lust or the path of women, it could be considered the path of humanity. Whether it was humanism or naturalism, intercourse was a matter of personal choice.

Yoshida had a different thought.

He had broken Chiyo's hymen, and although he felt excited and pleasured, he imagined Chiyo would still be in pain, and he worried about being scolded by

his wife. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He went downstairs to the reception room, where Mrs. Tokuda smiled ambiguously.

Yoshida greeted Mrs. Tokuda awkwardly, and after a few casual words, he noticed that Mrs. Tokuda's alluring lips were wet, which made him fantasize about a woman's swollen vulva. He glanced at her hastily, and of course, Mrs. Tokuda couldn't have missed it.

The lady seemed to be using some excuse to stay, and gradually the conversation turned to her deceased husband. Yoshida asked Chiyo to bring some whiskey, and after the lady had a few drinks, she began to chatter incessantly about her own bedroom pleasures. The deceased count was a famous painter and a notorious playboy.

He had deflowered countless models, taking pleasure in it. But after playing each instrument, he would discard it, and he was particularly fond of instruments like the harmonica.

Mrs. Yoshida asked, "What does it have to do with someone who is good at playing the harmonica and someone who likes women?" "Hehe…why? Madam…hehe…Mr. Yoshida, what do you say?" "Ahahaha…"

Yoshida laughed loudly, and the Countess found it quite amusing, pressing her lips to her sleeve as she laughed.

Mrs. Yoshida finally became angry.

"How outrageous! Even you lied to me! I'm not talking to you tonight!" "Madam, I…I'll go prepare dinner, please continue our conversation."

"Husband! Don't talk nonsense!"

Mrs. Yoshida left. Yoshida approached her, took her hand, and she looked at him, gripping his hand tightly. His wife's bright red rose lips trembled as if bleeding, and he kissed her jasmine-scented hair.

That night, Mrs. Yoshida called Chiyo into her room.

She lay on the bed wearing only underwear. In an instant, her underwear and panties were removed, leaving her completely naked. She asked Chiyo to massage her.

Although Chiyo was a lesbian, seeing the lady's snow-white waist, her shyly dark pubic hair, and her round, beautiful breasts made her feel dizzy, and she couldn't help but look down. However, she had no choice but to follow the lady's instructions and rub the lady's sides and buttocks. Chiyo's hands hesitated, feeling embarrassed.

"Lower, lower, no, even lower!"

Chiyo vigorously rubbed the cleft of the lady's full buttocks. With each rub, she saw two seashell-like folds appear from the cleft.

The lady reached out and grabbed Chiyo's hand, making her grasp something. Looking closely, she saw it was a short, thick, horn-like object made of tortoise shell or similar material, with a round, curved tip and a hollow center. Having seen Yoshida's enormous penis during the day, Chiyo felt embarrassed, her face flushing red.

"Chiyo, I'm sorry, you're using this thing to slit my cleft?" "Why are you silent? If you won't do it, I'll do it for you." The lady got up, hugged Chiyo tightly, and sucked on Chiyo's lovely lips, then pushed Chiyo down onto the bed.

"Chiyo, I like you, come on... suck me."

"But, madam..."

"Then let's do it together."

"But, we're both women..."

"Women can do it with women, that's why I said we should use this thing." Chiyo was still reluctant.

The lady finally got angry and told Chiyo to take off her clothes. Chiyo thought to herself, "My body is so beautiful, I'm young and pretty," so the more she thought about it, the more hesitant and shy she became. The lady reached out and slapped Chiyo's swollen buttocks.

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts! Please forgive me, madam."

"Will you listen?"

The lady hugged Chiyo, playing with Chiyo's clitoris with one hand, rubbing her breasts with the other, and shaking her waist.

"Ah...so beautiful, a game between women. Shakespeare was better at this than writing poetry. Chiyo, your virginity is mine."

The lady's breasts rubbed against Chiyo's back, stimulating Chiyo's buttocks and lower abdomen with soft feathers, skillfully rubbing her nipples and clitoris. Chiyo's breathing became rapid, and she was drenched in sweat.

"Has it come yet?"

The lady pushed Chiyo down onto the bed, making Chiyo's hands brace against the bed to elevate her upper body. The lady inserted a tortoise-claw-shaped object into Chiyo's vagina, and the already broken virgin's vagina was already leaking vaginal fluid.

However, the lady had no idea that her husband had already deflowered Chiyo.

The virgin had reached an extreme climax from being raped by the lady. She made Chiyo lean back and then pressed her body tightly against Chiyo's. They sucked on each other's lips, their large buttocks swaying incessantly.

Yoshida heard the two women's moans through the keyhole. He couldn't stand it, his heart was itching, and he really wanted to thrust in.

But the door was locked, preventing him from entering, so he suddenly thought he might as well take advantage of the situation and have some fun with the Countess. Thus, Yoshida smiled, as if his true intentions were not what they seemed.

Chapter Three: Fierce Rape

Always obliging, Madame Tokuda's room was unlocked and open. She lay on her back, one hand inside her panties, her eyes squinting, indulging in the pleasure of masturbation. But when she saw Yoshida enter, she sat up in fright.

Yoshida smiled, moving closer to the Countess, inhaling her perfume, the scent of jasmine, and her natural body odor, feeling the softness and fragrance of her skin; he was already aroused.

Yoshida embraced the Countess, flustered, whispering in her ear, "Madam…I…I want it." He smiled.

The Countess shuddered ambiguously and said, "I know."

Then her hand reached into Yoshida's panties, pulling out his large, hard, and hot erect penis. The lady happily pressed her cheek against Yoshida's, then kissed him passionately. Yoshida also reached out to caress her body.

Mrs. Tokuda had become a widow ten years ago, and today she was only thirty-six years old, so it could be said that she hadn't been sexually satisfied in a long time. At this moment, the sweet, lewd, and joyful moans of the two women continued to drift in.

"Come on, I'm going to take off my clothes."

The woman got out of bed and took off her nightgown and underwear in the room. Instantly, her snow-white, well-defined curves were revealed, making her look like a beautiful Venus. Her

swollen, rounded buttocks and breasts, and her thick, dark pubic hair, especially under the dim light, made her look even more mature and alluring.

Her lewd smile and the dim light cast even deeper shadows. The lady confidently approached Yoshida and forcefully pressed him down.

"Oh, sweetheart, madam! You're so beautiful."

Much like Ichiro Eii's acting, the lady excitedly hugged him tightly.

"That's wonderful, but I feel a little bad for Madam."

"What's there to be bad about

?"

"Aren't you afraid of Madam?" "What's there to be afraid of? She's having fun right now."

"Ah, tonight is the happiest night of my life." "

But, don't let it be the last supper!"

The woman gently pulled down Yoshida's trousers, lay on top of him, and knelt down. Madam played with her rosy breasts with her fingers. Knowing men well, her breasts, waist, and vulva, with their excess fat, were all so intoxicating.

Her body was filled with happiness, her vulva swollen like bread, her vaginal fluid as sweet and delicious as peach juice. Both of them were drowning in this abyss of love. Countless men had drowned in the fountain of lust before.

Madam's snow-white, soft fingertips had already slipped into his groin, gently grasping his swollen penis, then rhythmically rubbing and thrusting it up and down. His purplish-red penis, now hot, hard, and swollen, was at Madam's skillful hands' mercy. The magnificent penis had become a symbol.

"Mr. Yoshida, kiss me!"

The woman squinted her lustful eyes, her lips pouting with thirst, her fingers still caressing his penis as she spoke.

Yoshida couldn't resist any longer; he reached out and stroked the woman's white crotch, his next move being the search for his secret paradise.

"No, not yet, your hands are too dirty. No! My flesh is too naughty." Her large, swollen nipples and breasts, yearning for love, pressed against his thick chest hair, her wanton buttocks spread wide.

The woman tightly embraced Yoshida's lower body, pressing him against her crotch.

Then, the gentle touch of her wanton, beast-like skin ignited the lustful blood within Yoshida. Yoshida looked like he wanted to cry; he sucked on the woman's wet, red lips, sucked on her sweet saliva, sucked on her tongue, almost reaching climax.

The classic Eastern way of lovemaking says that hasty intercourse is not as good as a wet, gentle kiss!

"Ah... such a lovely man! He's my darling! My horse!" the lady moaned ecstatically, shouting loudly.

The man suckled at her breasts like a nursing mother, like a lustful beast! His tongue licked incessantly, and the lady's breathing quickened. Her

beautiful, fleshy body trembled constantly.

"So beautiful, so beautiful. I can't take it anymore, do it! I don't care about anything else, ah... so beautiful, so beautiful, love me, possess me! Love me forever, forever! Oh... oh..." The crazed harlot's thighs were spread wide, almost revealing her cervix, welcoming the experienced but cunning man to explore.

From the bottomless abyss of mire came smacking sounds, like a secret moon palace! Like a tiger's mouth revealing its teeth in the dark cup of Yin Mountain, holding a red-headed dwarf, already plunged into the abyss of lust.

At this moment, the lady let out another coquettish moan, saying, "Oh...so beautiful...oh...so beautiful...ah...um...oh...good brother...you're so good...deeper...harder...yes...pound it harder...ah...ah!" Yoshida used his fingers to capture the woman's nucleus, entering the secret chamber of her jade cave, exploring the ceaseless flow. As he quietly reveled within her body, upon reaching the Moon Palace in search of spring, he turned left and right through the jade gates of the Spring Palace. The beloved Princess Yayoi, dripping with spring rain, tightly gripped the Heavenly Horse of the Red Lotus. At this moment, a thousand horses galloped, and the sorrow of the woman in the Jade Gate overflowed with the tears of spring water.

"Wait a moment, your red horse hasn't entered my purple stable yet. I...I've been waiting, waiting for you. Take a...rest a little while!"

After saying this, the lady leaped up, letting the man lie on his back, and nestled her beautiful face between his thighs.

"Sorry! I want to kiss your penis..."

With that, the woman's bright red lips pressed against his, gently sucking, rubbing, and kneading from the tip of his glans. As the man trembled with unbearable pleasure, the itch intensified, and Yoshida finally ejaculated once, then twice, his lewd semen gushing forth.

At that moment, both their bodies trembled with pleasure, a frenzied fire of lust burning within them. The woman transformed into a wanton beast, straddling Yoshida's abdomen, gripping his penis, sucking and vibrating it wildly. Her

bright red vulva, from the tip of her penis to the base, throbbed with heat and speed, moving freely and unrestrained, thrusting in all directions, like a thousand horses pounding against the cervix.

The lady let out a joyous roar from the bottom of her heart, revealing a furious, wide-open mouth with a triangular nose, uttering even the most lewd sounds.

Chapter Four: The Student with Stimulants

A student around twenty years old named Akamatsu Tetsuo was staying at the house. Due to stimulant poisoning, he was pale, thin, and had sunken eyes.

In fact, during the day, he had witnessed Mr. Yoshida having intercourse with a woman, and he was extremely excited by what he saw.

Although he was still a virgin, he had reached an extreme level of sexual delusion, so he desperately wanted to have intercourse with Chiyo.

So he waited until that night. But as soon as night fell, Chiyo disappeared into Mrs. Yoshida's door, which was also locked, so he could only peek through the keyhole and was shocked.

The secret game between women could be so intoxicating. He suppressed his erect penis and finally returned to his room. At this moment, his nerves became dazed and numb again, and his drug addiction flared up again.

So he took out a syringe from the drawer, filled it with stimulants without any sterilization, and injected it into his thigh. Instantly, his expression returned to life.

Then, Akamatsu Tetsuo secretly returned to the door of his wife's room, this time finding it unlocked.

Mrs. Yoshida and Chiyo were rubbing and sucking each other's breasts in a claw-like motion, their swollen, protruding buttocks shaking violently.

During their game, Chiyo's vagina, which had been filled with Yoshida's semen during the day, was now mingling with Mrs. Yoshida's vaginal fluids. Her hymen, broken by Yoshida's penis, was now dripping blood, and Mrs. Yoshida's navel to her buttocks were already covered in blood.

"It's very uncomfortable, how can there be so much vaginal fluid?"

Mrs. Yoshida's words made Chiyo nervous. She hurriedly wiped her buttocks dry with a handkerchief, her mind blank, completely absorbed in the caresses.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense! The lady sprang to her feet, her face contorted with rage, and said, "Chiyo, you slept with the master while I was out, didn't you? You disgusting woman, um… I hate you! You stole my husband! I… I truly hate you!" The lady kicked Chiyo, and Chiyo rolled naked off the bed. She sat down, grabbed her clothes, and hurriedly fled, bumping right into Tetsuo, who was peeping outside the door.

"Chiyo! You'll remember this!" the lady shouted. Chiyo and Tetsuo each fled back to their own rooms.

Although exhausted, Chiyo still savored the memory of her encounter with Master Yoshida, especially his incredibly strong penis. She longed to have sex with him again, no… she wished she could be with him every night.

The Lady Yoshida, burning with jealousy, didn't return to her husband's room. Furious, she pounced like a purple ghost at the Countess's room.

Peeking through the keyhole, she saw the Countess's breasts swaying, being sucked.

Two snow-white bodies overlapped, emitting sweet moans.

The lady seemed lost in the pleasure of sex, her head spinning, her ample vulva already swollen like a loaf of bread. Yoshida was pressed beneath her, responding to her writhing and thrusting, a sight that assaulted her senses.

At this moment, she was not only furious that her husband had played with Chiyo during the day, but now he was openly having an affair with her friend, Mrs. Tokuda. This was intolerable! Besides jealousy, she felt humiliated; her trust and friendship had been completely destroyed.

Anger and jealousy caused her blood to rush to her head, as if about to explode.

Meanwhile, her husband and Mrs. Tokuda were lost in a dreamlike, erotic ecstasy, both prisoners of lust.

The lady, seemingly forgetting her jealousy and hatred, suddenly began to remove her clothes, one by one.

And Tetsuo, standing nearby, suddenly saw the lady completely naked, standing at Mrs. Tokuda's door.

He wondered if he was acting on stimulants and having wild thoughts. How could such an elegant lady reveal such wantonness?

Stimulated by the lady's wantonness, Zhefu really wanted to embrace her. So, he quietly approached her from behind. The stimulation caused his penis to gradually swell. Finally, unable to resist, he unbuttoned her clothes, suddenly stood up, took out his penis, and quietly embraced her buttocks.

In the dim shadows, the lady twisted her face, reflexively trying to escape, but a hot, hard penis had already been inserted into her buttocks.

Knowing that escape was useless, she smiled, her eyes indicating to Zhefu that she could do as he pleased. Zhefu, like chasing a mare, showed his acceptance.

"Not here. Let's go to the room, Zhefu." "

Is that so? Thank you…please…"

he said, peeking through the keyhole.

"You can't look."

"But I've seen the lady doing good deeds, so I want to see for myself." At this moment, the woman inside the room sat on top, her large buttocks swelling and shaking violently. The man's penis swelled so much it seemed about to ejaculate.

The lady hurriedly grabbed Zhefu's hand and disappeared into her bedroom.

"My husband does his thing, I do mine. Chastity is equal for men and women. Adultery has been abolished, but women are still bound by old social morality. Women are always abused by their husbands and in-laws. I am a new woman; I have the right to love what I love. I am different from women who sell themselves. Even a woman as elegant as Mrs. Tokuda stole my husband! I was so foolish! She dared to lie naked on top of my husband..."

The vain noblewoman suddenly transformed into a wanton vixen, revealing her snow-white buttocks, thrusting them high, lying face down on the bed.

"Quick...quick..."

Zhefu's cheek rested on the lady's waist, his hand touching her lower abdomen, rubbing her thick, dark pubic hair.

At this moment, Zhefu's virgin penis was like a pure, fiery rod; he desperately wanted to insert it into the cleft of the lady's buttocks. So, he grasped the base of his penis with one hand, about to thrust in.

The woman moaned, "Ah...there, there...faster...faster...insert...faster..." Zhefu's magnificent, strong, and passionate penis was even better than Yoshida's. It wasn't easy to penetrate the elastic, beautiful opening. He muttered to himself, forcefully pressing against the woman's vulva, while she breathed rapidly with excitement. Zhefu

ejaculated after less than twenty thrusts, his penis instantly deflated like a balloon.

Zhefu walked out of the room and met Chiyo in the hallway. At that moment, he heard the sound of the woman's door being locked, as if she had already left.

"What's that sound?"

"No... it's Mr. Yoshida and Mrs. Tokuda messing around. Mrs. Tokuda is jealous." "What?! Mr. Yoshida and Mrs. Tokuda?"

Chiyo gritted her teeth...

As Chiyo tried to return to the house, Tetsuo grabbed her from behind and said, "Chiyo, I've liked you for a long time." "Let go, let go." "

You and Mr. Yoshida have done it too, haven't you? I know. If you don't listen to me, I'll tell Mrs. Tokuda. I saw it with my own eyes..." Tetsuo's stimulant kicked in, his face turned pale, and his breathing became rapid...

"Hahaha... Mr. Yoshida is terrible. You're so stupid... You want to steal Mrs. Tokuda's husband? You're so naive. You're not angry at all that Mr. Yoshida took your virginity?"

"But he's so gentle and loves me..."

"Being treated like a doll...that's a virgin's obsession, but you'd better give up. The master is Mrs. Tokuda's plaything; they're having fun right now..."

"..."

Chiyo's face flushed with shame and anger. She was about to return to her room when Tetsuo grabbed her sleeve.

"How about it...come with me...how about it? Come to my room..." Chiyo reluctantly entered Tetsuo's room.

Chapter Five: Love is a Grave

The next morning, the lady went to the woman's room.

The room wasn't locked. When she went in, she saw the bed was in disarray. Opening a drawer, she found a diary.

"Month x, Day x. Today is a sad day, the day my virginity was taken by my husband. I feel ashamed, regretful, and happy all at the same time; my feelings are so contradictory. My husband says he loves me more than his wife, and my womanly competitive nature makes me very happy. But the thought of being scolded by my wife makes my heart heavy." After reading it, the wife gritted her teeth and tore the diary to shreds, tossed it aside, then picked it up and put it in her pocket.

The wife knocked on her husband's door, but there was no answer; he seemed not to be in the room. This time she knocked on Tetsuo's door, but there was no

answer either; he seemed not to be

in the room either. "Ah... what's going on? No one is responding. Are they fast asleep, or have they gone out... they must have been too tired last night..." The wife twisted her eyebrows, stretched, and still wearing her pajamas, went to Mrs. Tokuda's door and knocked.

This time there was an answer.

"Good morning, Madam."

Madam Yoshida greeted her with a cold expression. Madam Tokuda, feigning ingratiation, replied, "Good morning, I'm sorry... I was too tired from playing, so I overslept..."

As she spoke, she had already changed her clothes.

"You were too tired last night, I thought you were still asleep, please rest well..." "No... I'm disturbing you too much... I'd like to take my leave..."

"But... you were so tired last night... aren't you hungry?"

"No... I wasn't tired at all last night... oh... hehe..."

After offering her compliments, she noticed Tokuda's widow's sash and didn't even offer it to her, making Madam Yoshida feel extremely embarrassed.

"Hey... what's wrong with Tokuda?"

"Go back, you're so mean! How could you be with Tokuda... you beast!"

The madam transformed into a demon of jealousy, grabbing Yoshida's face and kicking and punching her, followed by a series of sobs... The madam knelt at Yoshida's feet.

Yoshida looked down at her coldly.

"Hey... what's wrong with the woman? Isn't she home? I'm hungry."

The woman grabbed her husband's foot and looked at him.

"She's not home. Someone like you... how could you have a relationship with her... it's infuriating... she ran away last night because of you." She started crying again.

"Ran away last night... is that even possible?"

Yoshida went to the woman's room, and sure enough, she wasn't there. The kitchen and bathroom were empty, and there was no sign of her packing. Her shoes were still there. Yoshida laughed and nodded... He walked to Tetsuo's door, knocked, but there was no response. He leaned against the door and banged on it a few times, but the door wasn't broken, so he hit it with an iron hammer until it finally broke. He was horrified by what he saw inside.

There was a young man and woman lying on the bed, their bodies intertwined. The woman was on top, her large, round buttocks exposed, and the man was on the bottom, his arms tightly wrapped around her neck. Black blood was coming out of his mouth, his face was pale and empty, and he was already dead. Blood soaked the sheets.

Instantly, he was struck on the back of the head with a blunt object and fell to the ground.

The woman, clutching an iron rod, stared at the back of her husband's head with a cold, ghostly expression and fiery eyes, like a ghost. After dropping the rod and confirming through the broken door that Tetsuo and Chiyo were dead, she let out a terrifying laugh. Whether she had gone mad or suffered a severe shock, she walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed.

Afterwards, the Yoshida residence became a haunted house; no one dared to buy it, and it fell into ruins. That house still exists to this day.

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