Gang rape of sister-in-law

Mieko wondered how Tadafu knew her husband wasn't home.

Tadafu always called while Takeshi was at the underground workshop. Each time, Mieko tried to refuse, but Tadafu knew the art of intimidation; his tone was never threatening, but he got Mieko no choice but to agree.

Most importantly, Mieko didn't verbally refuse outright, but deep down, she harbored a curiosity and a lewd anticipation about what kind of man she would meet this time. The fact that she enjoyed thinking about what clothes to wear and what hairstyle to get before going out was the best proof of this. After

receiving Tadafu's call, she unconsciously thought about what kind of man it would be this time, and a sweet feeling welled up inside her.

Her work as a hostess at simple fashion shows or tea ceremony tool demonstrations had recently become more exciting and enjoyable due to the dangerous relationships with strange men. Even the man who humiliated her like a horse at the Pauly Gorge, whom she had been sexually assaulted, strangely became something she missed a few days later.

Yesterday, Tadafu seemed to have timed his call perfectly to confirm when Shogo was taking a shower.

"Madam, you might have to go there this time. The guests are business executives, which could be helpful to your business, so please keep them company." The call was unilateral, giving Mieko no chance to refuse.

After hanging up, Mieko sighed deeply, but the expression she saw in the mirror was charmingly smiling.

There seemed to be another woman in the mirror.

To confirm the woman's appearance, Mieko vigorously wiped the mirror. There must be a woman in the mirror, seemingly older than Mieko but also alluring and charming. When Mieko discovered this woman's phantom, she asked her what to do.

"What does it matter? Various men will increase your experience. And you seem happy, I can tell from your expression," the phantom mocked Mieko.

The sound of Takeshi coming up the stairs brought Mieko back to her senses. Takeshi had recently shown signs of becoming increasingly arrogant, seemingly more proactive at work because of it.

He wanted to have sex with his younger wife, searching everywhere for Chinese medicine or oral liquids, even becoming dependent on ejaculation. Mieko felt uncomfortable at the sight of syringes, so when she saw Taketo inject himself after showering, she felt it was unnecessary and even felt annoyed.

Perhaps Taketo noticed Mieko's attitude; after Mieko showered, he said, "This medicine is effective for beauty roots," and injected it into Mieko's thigh.

However, contrary to expectations, it was Mieko who experienced the effect, not Taketo, causing her newlywed body to become hot and itchy.

When Mieko woke up this morning, she felt something different in her lower abdomen than usual, with a strange pressure. It felt like something like a band was tightening between her thighs, making it inconvenient to move.

She carefully reached down to touch her lower abdomen and found a thick leather belt covering her mons pubis and buttocks; the pubic hair and vulva she should have been able to touch were gone.

She got up in a panic and hurriedly opened the front of her nightgown to look, and Mieko was stunned.

A black leather belt about ten centimeters wide was wrapped around her waist, and below it, something like a mask covered her thighs. Seeing that the belt was secured with a lock, she realized it was a chastity belt.

It must have been Takeru's doing. Last night, because he was going on a trip and could finally rest, he drank a few extra drinks; he also had Mieko drink with him.

It turns out it was a scheme to put a chastity belt on Mieko while she slept.

But what did Takeru mean by putting such an ancient thing on her?

Just imagining her husband putting a chastity belt on her sleeping genitals made Mieko's face burn.

He must be looking closely, stroking her pubic hair with his fingers, perhaps peeling back the foreskin, playing with her clitoris like a small fleshy ball, maybe even licking it with his tongue.

As she fantasized, a whirlwind seemed to sweep through her mind, and she couldn't help but shake her head, trying to banish those delusions.

Takeru gets up very early every morning, and on good days he goes for a jog by the river. He went out this morning.

Mieko sighed; she looked at the chastity belt on her lower abdomen in the mirror. Knowing it was useless, she still wiggled her hips a few times, trying to see if she could take it off.

At that moment, Mieko suddenly wondered if Takeshi had discovered her secret and, as a warning, had put this thing on her before the trip.

Just then, Takeshi returned, sitting at the dining table with a normal expression, and secretly smiled when he saw Mieko bring over some toast.

"I'm in trouble."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb... This is too restrictive." "What's restrictive?"

Takeshi was still pretending not to understand. Mieko came to her husband and pulled her skirt up to her waist, sticking out her lower abdomen.

"What does it matter? You look pretty like this."

"Stop being sarcastic... This prank is too much."

"But you already know, don't you?"

"No, because I'm already fast asleep."

"No, I'm talking about the chastity belt."

Mieko, of course, couldn't answer. Takeshi wanted to drink his coffee.

"It took me a lot of effort to put it on you."

"But this isn't good."

Mieko had originally said she couldn't urinate, but felt embarrassed and didn't say it aloud.

"You mean you can't pee? Don't worry, there's a hole there. Want to try?" Take put down his cup and tried to stand up.

"No, I don't want to."

"It's okay, I'll do it for you. Come on."

He forcefully pulled Mieko's hand, trying to lead her to the toilet.

At that moment, Mieko suddenly realized that Take had been pretending to go for a jog that morning, secretly watching her actions in front of the mirror in the next room.

Mieko plopped down on a chair in the kitchen, looking at Take with sorrowful eyes as tears streamed down her face. Half of it was real; half was an act. She was testing what Take would try to elicit.

"Lift up your skirt and let me see."

"No, please take it off quickly, the tour bus is coming soon, please hurry." Seeing his pleading wife, Take said happily with his squinted eyes.

"It's only for three days."

"What do you mean only three days? It's too much to wait until you come back from your trip like this." This time, she really cried. At the same time, she complained that she couldn't properly take care of her mother's illness.

"Hey, this has nothing to do with taking care of someone who's sick. But you can't take a shower; the belt is too tight, you can't breathe, and it's even life-threatening," Takeru said, seemingly unconcerned.

At that moment, Mieko came up with a plan: to arouse him so they could have sex before leaving.

Takeru already showed signs of arousal at his wife's behavior, constantly stroking the front of his pants, the part that concealed his bulge.

"Ah... I can't hold it in anymore, please, I can't take it."

This action wasn't due to the pain of urinating, but rather an exaggerated display of intense sensuality; at the same time, she hugged Takeru tightly.

"Which one?"

"What, which one?"

"Is it urinating, or wanting sex?"

"Ah... you're so annoying to say that, what sex... it's urinating." "Ah... I can't hold it in anymore."

Deliberately mentioning sex or urination, Mieko ran into the toilet.

Sure enough, Takeru squatted in front, watching her urinate until the last drop was gone.

"Wipe me clean," she said

, thrusting her lower abdomen forward while hugging Takeru's shoulders, letting out a sweet moan.

Takeru inserted two fingers into her vagina, making lewd sounds as they entered her fleshy opening.

"Ah...it's still wet, wipe it clean inside too...ah...right there, it feels so good..." Takeru's pants bulged high. "Darling

..."

His fingers moved frantically inside her, and Mieko pulled open her shirt to reveal her breasts, which Takeru immediately took into his mouth.

Takeru pulled a metal object from his pocket—it must be the key to her chastity belt.

Just then, a young female shop assistant's voice came from the front door.

"The tour bus has arrived!"

The tour bus carrying the group departed. Mieko hung a "Closed" sign on the door, closed it, and went back inside.

Just then, the phone rang. When she picked it up, the other end hung up without a word.

Mieko thought the silent call sounded like a woman. If it was a woman, who could it be? Or perhaps it was Maki's prank.

Perhaps unable to bear Mieko's pleas, Takeshi removed his chastity belt before leaving.

There was still a long time before the time specified by Aya. Mieko felt a strong odor from her genitals and felt uncomfortable, so she decided to take a shower. She was really nervous, not knowing what the consequences would be.

It had been over six months since she got married; but this was the first time she had showered in the morning. Although she didn't have in-laws and didn't have to worry about anyone, she still felt embarrassed after opening the shop.

The building next to the leather goods shop was only a meter apart; but the light streaming in through the window made it feel like summer.

The chastity belt that had been pressed against her lower abdomen left marks, a faint purple from her mons pubis to her groin. It wasn't quite black yet; she wondered if it would disappear by the afternoon, otherwise it would be very inconvenient. This was a vow etched in her heart to her first love, Akihiko; but that vow was about to crumble.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, it's all your fault, you abandoned me for six years," Mieko said. The openness of being alone made Mieko recall Akihiko's caresses, and she gripped her breasts tightly in the water.

The ripe fruit deformed, squeezing out thick nectar from her lower body. Looking at her lower abdomen through the water, her pubic hair swayed like seaweed, surrounding two long labia. Perhaps due to her heightened excitement, the labia seemed to wriggle slightly, and as she breathed heavily, small bubbles escaped from the narrow slits.

At this moment, Mieko was completely transported back to her past. Akihiko stood before her, demanding she reveal more, roughly spreading her thighs, the feeling of being forced satisfying her masochistic desires.

It seemed Akihiko had seen Mieko's masochistic desires from the beginning. Even now, the rougher and more lewd his actions, the stronger Mieko's sexual desire became.

Mieko seemed to have discovered that being a wife meant becoming a woman with a more mature sex drive.

She boldly spread her labia with one hand in the water, simultaneously caressing her genitals. The intense self-mutilation caused a tingling sensation in her lower body, and she couldn't help but let out excited moans.

Knowing she was alone at home, she wanted to indulge in her solitary erotic play.

"Teacher, look at me, I've become so mature, I want, I want Teacher's..." She rubbed her breasts with her right hand and caressed her genitals with her other hand, the pleasure flowing from both sides, a more intense pleasure than the impatient caresses of Mudou.

Just before reaching climax, Mieko swayed as she left the bathroom; without drying herself, she sat down in front of the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took something wrapped in white cloth from under her clothes.

It was a large pipe, the one Akihiko loved, which she had asked him for before he went to America; it gleamed black; the handle reminded her of Akihiko's penis.

After dreaming of having sex with Akihiko, Mieko couldn't help but take out this thing and insert it into her vagina, masturbating while reminiscing about Akihiko. She had tried to avoid it since getting married, but sometimes she would do it secretly. She

would rub the head of the pipe against her clitoris, close her eyes, and twist her hips back and forth; imagining Akihiko's erect penis.

*Plop...plop...plop...* The sounds of thrusting made a lascivious noise. These sounds further aroused Mieko's lust.

She thrust her hips forward, making sounds as she watched the thing moving in and out of her.

"Ah...Teacher...that's good...Teacher, deeper...I want it...Teacher, hold me tight and come out together..." Mieko repeatedly called Akihiko's name, her wet body collapsing.

A ringing telephone woke Mieko.

"Madam, it's me."

It was Tadafu's voice, but Mieko didn't speak.

"Before you go, I have something to give you. Meet me at the cafe at the wooden cabin place we usually go to at 1:30." "How did you know my husband went on a trip today?"

"He went on a trip? That's great, you can relax and enjoy yourself tonight. See you at 1:30." Tianfu didn't answer Mieko's question, only stating the time before hanging up.

What did Tianfu give her? Mieko, while putting on makeup, felt increasingly angry, realizing she'd fallen into a trap.

"Madam... I'll have a car take you to Kibune, so you have plenty of time." From the cafe, Tianfu led her to a very messy building just a five-minute walk away. The first floor was a warehouse, and the second and third floors were rental rooms.

Entering the room, Mieko asked,

"What do you have to give me?"

"This is it."

Tianfu tossed an envelope with a bank logo onto Mieko's lap; inside were 100,000 yen in cash.

"What does this mean?"

"No need to ask, just put it away. You don't need to write a receipt."

"I can't take money without a reason."

"Heh heh, you've been too good. It's that guy from Hozukyo." Mieko's eyebrows rose, and anger and humiliation made her body tremble.

"This is so rude! What kind of person do you take me for!"

She threw the envelope at him, tears streaming down her face.

Mieko stood up, angry at the thought of being in a room with this kind of man, but the door was already locked.

"Open the door, or I'll scream."

"Madam, why did you suddenly become like this?"

Ayumi came over and hugged Mieko from behind.

"Don't do this, or you'll be doing this for free." Of course, Mieko didn't know if the rate for three hours was 100,000 yen. But if she accepted this dirty money, she might be harassed by this man forever.

Just then, the wooden beams in the cubicle shook like an earthquake, and at the same time, she heard someone groaning.

Mieko subconsciously listened carefully; the shaking was getting stronger and stronger.

"Hehe, the people next door are really going at it."

Tianfu chuckled, pulling up the calendar hanging on the wall.

"Madam, come here for a moment,"

he pressed Mieko's head against the wall.

Peeking through a tiny hole only one centimeter in diameter, the lewd movements, magnified like a close-up shot, appeared even more realistic because only a small portion of the scene could be seen.

This was the first time in Mieko's life that she had ever spied on someone else's sex.

"How about that? Pretty bold, huh?"

Just as Mieko tried to look away, Tianfu forcefully pressed her head down from behind, forcing her to peek.

The man and woman, breathing heavily like two wild beasts entwined together, sometimes shifted positions, sometimes the woman arching her hips like a dog, urging the man to hurry.

When her nail-painted fingers pulled open her pale pink vulva, Mieko couldn't help but wriggle her hips. The last time, in the grass of Hozu Gorge, when she was clinging to a tree trunk and a man penetrated her from behind, the humiliation made her tremble all over, but this woman was happily wriggling her hips, urging the man on.

When the woman raised her buttocks higher, her perineum and vulva were fully visible. She stroked her genitals while wiggling her hips, seducing the man.

Is this a woman's true nature...? If it were Akihiko, I would do the same...

Mieko suddenly felt envious of this woman and wanted to see what kind of man could elicit such a reaction from her.

At that moment, the man inserted a cigarette into the woman's vagina.

Mieko could barely breathe, mistaking it for the lit end.

She watched the two men's incessant game with a dazed expression. This didn't disturb anyone else. Being men and women, they simply used their sensual organs to enjoy themselves to the fullest.

Feeling a slight coolness on her buttocks, she reached out to touch them, only to find her kimono had been lifted up to her waist. Awao gently stroked her youthful, glossy buttocks. The

silent drama continued, seemingly pre-arranged between them. Awao's hand slipped between her legs, stroking her vulva from behind.

"Stop! No!"

Mieko thought she could actually say it, but she only sighed. At that moment, Tadafu waved several photos in front of Mieko.

"You remember this, right? Can you do the same to me?"

The photos were taken secretly in the bushes of Hozukyo, showing the scene of her being raped by that man. It must have been this man who stalked and took the photos.

Mieko's face turned pale with humiliation and resentment, and her strength of resistance completely disappeared. Taking advantage of Tadafu's inattention, Mieko snatched the photos from his hand and tore them to shreds.

"Tearing them won't help, there are still negatives."

"Are you trying to threaten me?"

"No..."

"You're so despicable, what more do you want from me!"

"Don't be angry, even a beautiful woman like this has no backbone? I just saw you in the shop and wanted to sleep with you." "So, you knew about me before the car accident..." Mieko saw the embarrassed look on Tadafu's face as he accidentally let it slip.

Just as he was about to press further, Takao pounced on Mieko, pushing her down and stuffing a handkerchief into her mouth. Mieko struggled, but her body was too weak, and she slowly lost consciousness.

Takao looked at his beautiful prey lying below, contemplating how to toy with her.

He hadn't wanted to use a sleeping potion; he preferred to have intercourse with her consent. Even without Kano's orders, he had long wanted to play with this beautiful young woman to his heart's content.

Every time Kano wrote him a note with her membership number and name, saying she was a guest this time, Takao outwardly obeyed; but inwardly, hatred and jealousy simmered within him; he truly wanted to kill Kano. And he was waiting for the opportunity to get his hands on Mieko, and today was it.

If Kano found out, he would at least make her cut off one of her fingers. For a man who lived off a woman, this was a life-or-death act.

He thought he was used to toying with women; but he found it difficult to do so with the woman he loved.

Pulling open Mieko's kimono, he saw her beautiful body and smelled the scent of expensive perfume. Takao was slightly intoxicated; his penis was already erect in his pants. It wouldn't be bad to ejaculate by hand first. If I were to insert such an excited penis into her alluring vagina right away, it would surely explode immediately. But I have to wait, I don't have much time.

I took off my trousers and underwear and touched my penis a few times, but then stopped and put on a condom.

However, I still wanted to have sex, and I really hoped to make the woman feel needed and say sweet words. Standing in the position of a slave, Takao had never been asked sweet things by a woman before; usually, he was the one who flattered women.

First, he lay down next to Mieko and kissed her. Just like that, Takao's heart was pounding, as if it were his first time having sex with a woman.

After kissing her lips, he kissed her nipples. Although the areolas around her nipples were relatively small, the nipples themselves were surprisingly large and dark in color.

Takao thought this was because her husband sucked on them every night, and he felt a strange jealousy.

After her breasts, he finally began to admire her lower abdomen.

Seeing Mieko's naked body, Takao couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He had never seen such a beautiful, snow-white, and smooth body.

He truly couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman would be constantly offered to men; what was Kano's motive? It wasn't like Mieko had lost her wife's position, so why was Kano acting so crazy?

Revealing her snow-white teeth from her slightly parted red lips, Tatsuo suppressed his intense lust and decided to enjoy the pleasure of sucking a trumpet.

He removed the condom he had just put on, straddled Mieko's head, and grasped his penis, letting the glans gently touch her red lips. The sensitive head slid in and touched her teeth.

He rubbed it back and forth against her teeth four or five times, slightly parting her teeth to reveal the tip of her tongue. Tatsuo immediately seized the opportunity to insert it, but dared not move immediately, afraid that Mieko would wake up and bite off his penis.

Carefully and slowly, he inserted his penis, gently moving it towards the beautiful woman's lips.

Looking down, the red lips seemed like exquisite genitals.

Her vulva was a beautiful petal shape, perfectly symmetrical on both sides, and quite thick, a vibrant purplish-red. The clitoris, hidden above the labia, quickly peeked out from under the foreskin when touched with a finger, as if begging for it...

"Such an elegant and virtuous woman would want a man's penis?" Tadao felt disgusted at being Kano's slave; a man wouldn't get an erection without desire, but Kano, driven by lust, disregarded Tadao's physical state, demanding intercourse regardless of time or place.

In comparison, the beautiful woman before him was already wet, ready for intercourse at any moment; her face, body, and genitals were all exceptionally beautiful.

Looking at Mieko's vulva, Tadao inserted two fingers, making obscene wet sounds; he felt a membrane gripping his fingers.

Mieko regained consciousness midway, but by then, the enormous penis had already penetrated her vagina.

Raped! Thinking this, Mieko immediately tried with all her might to push away the man on top of her.

But her strength was weak; she even felt a desire for the man to use more force.

In her semi-conscious state, Mieko mistook Ayato for Akihiko.

"You're so good... right there... thrust harder... teacher..." Slightly lifting her buttocks, she gripped the man's shaft tightly, repeatedly calling out her beloved man's name in her mind. Kibune

could be considered Kyoto's red-light district, but also its most upscale entertainment area, with over twenty restaurants and inns along the upper reaches of the Kamo River and the Western-style restaurants of Kurama Mountain.

Mieko sat in the passenger seat of Ayato's Audi, looking panicked at the stream in the sunset.

In the filthy little room without a bathroom or toilet, although she had been deceived, being humiliated for two hours by this despicable intimidator made Mieko angry at her own trusting nature.

And strangely, whenever she wore the kimono her mother had given her, something always happened.

Even her husband, Takeshi, a member of parliament, and Ayato would humiliate her with lust.

Would the man waiting for her at the restaurant in Kibune tonight be the same?

At that moment, Mieko realized that the tour bus carrying Takeshi and his employees might be crossing the Seto Ohashi Bridge. Although it was a short three-day, two-night trip, to be honest, she could finally relax since her husband wasn't home.

Just then, Ayumi screamed and slammed on the brakes. In the headlights, she saw a wild animal fleeing into the haystack, possibly a small fox.

Thankfully, she hadn't run it over. Mieko touched her chest, hoping not to cause any unnecessary killing.

Ayumi turned off the air conditioning, opened the window slightly, lit a cigarette, and heard the sound of a stream flowing down the slope.

Just as Mieko opened the door to breathe in some fresh air, Ayumi suddenly grabbed her. He threw the cigarette out the window and pressed himself against the resisting Mieko.

He reclined the seat, and Mieko lay on her back. As her legs struggled, something flowed from her vagina. The violent man's hand touched that spot.

"Hehehe... So you're already soaking wet."

Tadahiro's body entered Mieko's legs. Mieko had almost no strength to resist, and the scent emanating from her vagina was exactly like the scent of cherry blossoms. Tadahiro pulled

his trousers and underwear down halfway, revealing his engorged penis, and used his full weight to thrust deeply into her.

Mieko tried to push up the man's chest from below; but her breasts were pressed against her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. Tadahiro's buttocks began to rise and fall, and tears streamed down Mieko's face. She thought she hadn't made a sound, but her crying shook the car.

"You're raping your customers! I'm going to tell them!" Mieko cried.

Tadahiro stopped thrusting at that moment. Mieko's words caused his penis to shrink. He

reluctantly withdrew, wiped his penis with a handkerchief, and pushed Mieko out of the car.

"It's close now, let's walk."

They walked along the stream for five minutes; they saw the sign for the teahouse ahead.

The maid led her to a separate room, divided into Japanese and Western-style rooms; behind it was a cliff with dense trees, and at the end of the corridor was a river.

A black suit jacket and underwear lay scattered beside a low table; the man had probably gone to take a shower.

Just as she was wondering whether to put them on the rack, she heard a loud cough, and a tall man in a bathrobe entered.

Every time this happened, Mieko didn't know how to make small talk; nothing she said seemed appropriate.

The man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, looked at Mieko's body as if inspecting her before sitting down at the low table.

As if waiting for this moment, a luxurious meal was immediately brought in: fish and steak, and Napoleon cake and wine.

"Why don't you change into a bathrobe too? Don't be so nervous. I'm not going to eat you up. Would you like to take a shower first?" Unexpectedly, the man said something very considerate, so Mieko decided to take a shower first.

She quickly changed out of her kimono in the small outer room. At that moment, the man took out some documents from his bag and glanced at her. Afraid he would rush at her, Mieko changed into a yukata and left the room.

The bathroom was a steam room. This was probably a private bathroom in the annex; there were no other guests. The simple, floor-floored room, less than two square meters, served as the changing room. A note on the wall read, "Please wear the yukata here

before entering." A special yukata for bathing...? Mieko stood in front of the mirror and unfolded the special yukata.

"Oh! What's this?"

The yukata was far below her knees, and had a hole at the buttocks, completely exposing her bottom.

Mieko found it amusing that the man seemed to find pleasure in seeing a woman wearing such lewd clothing. However, a man who seemed so serious might not necessarily be a playboy.

After splashing water on herself, she went to the adjacent rock bath and saw several small fish swimming inside.

Is the little fish not afraid of hot water...? When she tried to get hot water with a bucket, she discovered it was a cold water pool. Only then did she remember that the steam bath was meant to be alternated with the cold water bath.

Mieko seemed to want to wash away the dirt that Tadafu had made on her body. She also inserted her fingers deeply into her vagina to wash herself . When she opened her labia, she felt a slight swelling inside, as if it were congested. This also happened when she masturbated too much; even her clitoris turned red.

The thought of another man's thing in this sensitive place... made her want to run away. The steam pool was behind a wooden door, and fearing a man might come in, she locked the door.

At that moment, she smelled the intense heat and the scent of steamed straw, and her body quickly broke into a sweat. Mieko felt uneasy, as if she were trapped in a confined room.

She lay on the straw mat. There were two ceramic pillows, which seemed to have special meaning. Would anyone have sex in a place like this? Like her mother, Mieko, who had a heart condition, felt short of breath in less than five minutes.

At that moment, she heard footsteps outside the wooden door. Was it that man? Or some other guest? She wanted to get out, but her buttocks were completely exposed, making it impossible to leave.

At that moment, Eiko thought of herself lying there, like a bubble girl from a magazine, and hurriedly got up, kneeling properly, a gesture that seemed to symbolize her lingering attachment; residue flowed from the opening. Eiko inserted her fingers and repeatedly dug out what was inside; she didn't expect to experience a tingling, numb sensation in her genitals.

As a girl, she had a habit of standing in front of a mirror, pulling down her clothes and playing with her nipples. This was after seeing her mother rub her nipples against the mirror after bathing, and it became a habit.

Hearing a knock on the door, the naked Eiko felt tense. There was another knock, and when Eiko stood up and opened the wooden door, a man appeared.

When Eiko lowered her head to leave, the man stopped her. From the front of her short yukata, a reddish-black penis was displayed, as if in a show of defiance. Even if she didn't want to look, her eyes couldn't leave it.

"How about it? A Japanese sauna isn't bad, is it?"

he said, pushing her shoulder to lie down together.

Mieko couldn't stand the heat and apologized, trying to leave.

"What's the matter? Keep me company while I search."

He grabbed her arm; with just a gentle twist, he easily knocked her over.

"Please don't do this in a place like this... ah..."

It's the same everywhere. Sexual intercourse lasts longer when there's stimulation. Spread your legs.

No sooner had she said that than the man quickly removed Mieko's yukata, lifting her legs and completely exposing her genitals.

The pain of her skin being torn by the friction against the straw mat made Mieko scream.

She hugged her knees tightly to try and prevent the man from playing with her breasts. But lying on her back with her legs raised, she couldn't escape the man's lustful gaze. Her perineum, with even her anus visible, seemed to yearn for the man's tongue and fingers to caress it, appearing wet and glistening.

Suddenly, the man adopted a 96 position. His lips sucked on her genitals from below, then slowly moved upwards, gently touching her clitoris, his fingers constantly stroking her vulva.

Sweat and nectar mixed with steam created a peculiar smell.

At that moment, Mieko only wanted to escape this sweltering hell; that was all she could think about. But her body desperately wanted his penis to enter her.

The man's genitals swayed back and forth against Mieko's burning face. Mieko stuck out her tongue and licked the opening of the glans, then grasped the base of the penis with her hand, moving her mouth back and forth.

The man calmly watched Mieko's conflicted expression, sucking harder on the opening.

"Ah... um..."

Mieko couldn't help but sigh as she experienced a numbing pleasure.

"Isn't it good? Want me to lick you again?"

The man stood up, this time grabbing Mieko's buttocks, wanting her to ride on his lap; Mieko didn't want the man to see her expression when she reached orgasm. Only Akihiko was the one she forgot everything and exposed herself to.

So Mieko resisted, and the man pretended to release the desperately resisting Mieko, then suddenly pressed her down from behind. Mieko tightened her buttock muscles to protect her anus. But this writhing of her buttocks only increased the man's interest.

Facing the ripe fruit; the man restrained his desire to break through in one go, gently rubbing the glans back and forth at the entrance.

"No...don't do that..."

"Then, what do you want?"

The man wanted this elegant Mieko to utter lewd words.

"Spare me...I'm dying...ah..." "Is that really okay?"

"No...I'm so hot I'm about to faint...let me get out...get out of here." Her answer was the penetration of his penis. The man's thick, veiny penis had entered her constantly contracting vagina.

The more refined and educated a woman is, the more she opposes the beastly position. But that's before intercourse. Once combined, the feeling of being abused from this position can actually make a woman eagerly enjoy the pleasure, and this man understood this.

He reached from behind to her chest and forcefully grabbed and rubbed her breasts. Mieko knew it was useless, but she still resisted desperately.

He inserted and pulled out, then inserted again, then pulled out again. This was the first time she had ever had intercourse like this.

Mieko had completely lost the will and strength to resist. Unable to endure it any longer, she felt a wave of dizziness; this fainting spell felt like a relief to her.

"Relax a little, don't pour me any more wine."

She had been feeling stifled by the heat in the bathroom, but after resting in the chair in the hallway for less than ten minutes, Mieko felt hungry.

There were no handcuffs or ropes binding her, but an invisible lock bound Mieko's body and soul.

"Come to my side."

He pulled the hesitant Mieko, cushion and all, towards him, speaking in a commanding tone. "

Unfasten your belt, it'll be more comfortable that way.

" "Don't do such cruel things."

"Cruel things...don't you like them?"

"How could I like them...well, anyway, I'm like a slave." "A slave...a slave must obey completely."

The man said as he unfastened his belt, and Mieko no longer resisted. The front of her yukata parted, revealing her breasts and lower abdomen.

"Take off your belt too."

"Fine, take it off for me."

Mieko roughly unbuckled the man's belt.

He probably weighed eighty kilograms; he was a very muscular man. Judging from his manner of speaking, just as Ayako had said, he seemed to be a high-ranking executive at a large corporation. He sat cross-legged in the middle, and his previously monstrous penis sat there obediently.

"You must really like men."

He put ice cubes in a glass and said with a half-smile.

"Yes... I like them."

"You must... otherwise, no woman who isn't struggling financially would do something like this." Mieko suddenly felt that this man might understand her situation and be willing to help.

"How about it? Why don't you tell me?"

"Are you just trying to amuse yourself?"

"Hahaha, don't be so stubborn. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you." He couldn't continue the conversation there. "

By the way, have any perverts harassed you? Touched your butt, or stuck their fingers in there? I heard that the perverts lately are quite bold..." He asked bluntly; Mieko didn't know how to answer.

"You're the woman who turns men into sex addicts."

"I..."

"Yes, it's your soft body that looks so delicious." The man said, suddenly embracing Mieko. His body, weakened by alcohol, immediately touched her clitoris and slid into her vagina.

"Don't be shy with your lower mouth either, eat it if you want."

It was because of this intention that he wanted Mieko to undo her belt. When faced with such a cunning man, Mieko was like a child, always trying to be first in everything.

When Mieko refused, the man withdrew his hand and licked it, making Mieko feel as if he were licking her own genitals.

"Don't do this!"

When his fingers entered her vagina, Mieko could no longer bear it. But the man held her tightly.

What do men of this age really see women as? Even her husband, Taketo, often used strange instruments to play with her. He said nice things, but in reality, he wanted to play with her like a woman he bought with money.

This time it was grilled small fish. A five-centimeter-long piece of fish was inserted into the woman's vagina from the head.

Mieko gasped in surprise, but the more nervous she became, the tighter her vaginal opening tightened, biting at her cervix like a live fish.

"Does it taste good? It's delicious, isn't it?"

"No! Take it out! This is too much!"

"Why cry? It's just for fun."

The man said as he continued to play with it, letting the small fish go in and out of her vagina.

Her glossy, snow-white body lay there, her hands bound behind her back. She had been sighing like this while the man sorted through a thick stack of documents. The man put the documents marked "Confidential" into his briefcase, carefully locked it, and turned to face Mieko. His erect penis was exposed, and he began to caress Mieko's round buttocks.

"Please, I won't run away, please untie this."

"You're so cute, haven't you ever been tied up for sex?" "Don't ask, just untie me quickly."

"Actually, this suits you very well. Seeing you tied up makes my penis hard." He said, waving his penis in front of Mieko. In reality, this man rarely felt such intense sexual desire as he did tonight.

He had simply been tricked into buying this woman to kill time for the night. But the woman who arrived was even better than the man had described.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"What do you mean, what are you going to do...? I bought you. And you yourself said you're a slave. Since you're a slave, I can do whatever I want with

you." The man licked from her back to her buttocks. Mieko felt itchy and couldn't help but let out a low moan. His slippery tongue licked her perineum and then reached her anus. "Ah...no! Please..."

"Your resistance is the best you could ask for."

The man pulled Mieko up and tied her to a pillar. The floor was made of glass, and you could see the river below and the small fish swimming around.

The man squinted as he admired Mieko's naked body, while stroking his erect penis. Thinking about what this man was going to do, Mieko felt a sense of despair.

Just then, the phone rang. After talking on the phone for a while, he thought about untying the ropes binding Mieko, but then gave up the idea and went outside.

Mieko tried to take this opportunity to escape and struggled desperately, but it was no use. It seemed to be raining outside; the sound of raindrops hitting the stream could be heard.

At that moment, the man peered through the glass of the paper door from the corridor. A woman in a bathrobe was squatting there.

"Seeing a woman bound like this, even you get excited?" The woman nodded. The man's hand slipped inside the bathrobe and caressed her thigh.

"It's no use. I'm not that kind of woman, I'm sorry."

"You're lying. Your panties are soaking wet."

"You're lying."

"Then take them off and let me see."

"You're going to lie again."

Just then, probably hearing the woman's voice, Mieko turned her head, a look of unease and melancholy on her face.

She sensed someone was there. Someone was definitely watching. The man had said on the phone that she didn't need to come for the cutlery; it couldn't possibly be a maid. Unease, shame, and the grief of being humiliated turned into tears.

Mieko's tearful eyes saw the woman in the bathrobe walking towards her with her head down.

Who are you...?

I initially thought you were a guest who had entered the wrong room. At this moment, the man also entered, turning off the lights in the room and leaving only the small lamp on. The masked woman poured whiskey into a glass and silently brought it to Mieko's lips. She

forcibly pulled open Mieko's mouth and poured the whiskey in. Mieko pretended to give up and held it in her mouth, spraying it towards the mask just before it was full.

The woman under the mask raised her eyebrows. The man wiped the mask with a towel while secretly handing her a blue cream bottle. The masked woman squatted down and began applying a creamy substance to Mieko's genitals; Mieko was horrified, knowing from the strong smell that it was something bad.

The masked woman continued applying; a thick layer was applied from her groin to her perineum, with the remainder smeared between her labia.

What was she doing? Don't do this... Ah... No...

When the masked woman was about to apply more, the man stopped her and took the cream bottle away. Even so, the woman still inserted her fingers deeply into her vagina. The way he looked at her seemed to be examining her genitals, his slender fingers constantly stimulating the walls of her vagina, even more intensely than when she masturbated.

He was making a woman bound from behind, unable to refuse or resist, act out a sadistic drama; like a summer snack, was it enjoyable...?

It was probably the effect of the cream applied to her genitals, creating a burning sensation from that area to her lower abdomen. Mieko would sometimes spread her thighs apart, sometimes squeeze them together, rubbing them; desperately fighting against the itching caused by the drug.

The woman's fingers were more cruel than the man's, deliberately making the rubbing sounds of vaginal fluid, occasionally parting her labia.

Soon after, she switched places with the man next to her. The man squatted down and placed the ice cream he had been holding in his mouth into the swollen, engorged vagina. Mieko involuntarily relaxed her lower body, her head slumping weakly against the ground. "

Do you want sex? The cream I just applied is a Thai aphrodisiac; it will keep you itching for five hours. Just enjoy it."

He said in a lewd voice, while licking her earlobe with his tongue.

Whether it was the aphrodisiac's effect or a feeling of self-abandonment, Mieko slowly raised her buttocks, unsure of her own motives.

The masked woman remained silent, which only terrified Mieko. Was this woman afraid she would hear her? She observed her closely—the slender figure and slightly brown hair; she felt she'd seen her before. The masked

woman, of course, knew a woman's most sensitive areas; Mieko hated her for deliberately tormenting those places, so her pleading became intermittent. The aphrodisiac in her already sensitive opening produced an irresistible itching sensation. She wanted anything, anything, to be penetrated, and thus she writhed incessantly.

It seemed to be taking effect.

The man freed Mieko from the pillar, slapped her buttocks, and swayed her as she walked like a sleepwalker, forcing her to lie down on the bed. "

Take off your clothes too."

Hearing the man's command, the woman shook her head, as if it had been pre-arranged. The man immediately swept his leg across her, pinning her down, and removed her bathrobe.

At this moment, the woman seemed resigned to her fate and took off her panties.

Swimsuit marks were left on her body, but those were from the lighting, not sunlight. She was likely a fashion model; judging by her appearance, she looked to be only about twenty years old.

Comparing herself to such a young woman, and being played with by a man, Mieko forgot her own position and felt angry at the man's plan. But resisting would only please the man; she had encountered a truly terrifying man, feeling as pathetic as a fish caught in a net.

Then, for some reason, Mieko began to doze off. She didn't know how long she slept, but she woke up when she felt a feather blanket being placed over her; something wet brushed against her blurry eyes; it felt very comfortable.

She realized that the friction was from the woman's tongue, because saliva had wet her face. Maki, wearing a mask, observed Mieko with a cruel heart.

Knowing that her mother, Kano, had set a clever trap, using Ayumi to sell Mieko's body, Maki was terrified by her mother's obsession. Moreover, she herself was forced to get involved.

But she assumed that Mieko, having discovered the trap, would either accuse Tadafu or become his companion. However, when Tadafu said he had already agreed to spend the night with a client, Maki truly didn't understand Mieko anymore.

Did Mieko know it was a trap, yet use it as an opportunity to play with men? She had an elegant face, but did she have lustful blood in her veins? Otherwise, a married woman, even if threatened by a car accident, wouldn't be so obedient to a man.

Tadafu praised Mieko as an angelic woman, implying that men who slept with her would be taken to heaven.

Since she was willing to spend the night with men, was Mieko an angel or a prostitute pretending to be one? Maki wanted to see for herself. So, through Tadafu's negotiation with the client, Maki herself also spent the night, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother.

Thinking she could see through men, Maki also spent the night with them, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother.

She miscalculated; she hadn't expected to be drawn into this strange game herself. But it was too late for regrets now. All that remained was to see clearly whether Mieko was an angel or a prostitute.

Maki, through a crack in the mask, extended a fiery-red tip to lick Mieko's genitals.

The man lifted Mieko's buttocks and placed them on Maki's face. The soft flesh of her buttocks gripped Maki's face tightly. She appeared weak and unconscious, but in reality, Mieko might be enjoying this game.

When Mieko's labia were exposed, she simply turned her face away slightly without any attempt to protect herself—the best evidence.

The man slowly sipping whiskey beside her said to Mieko, "

You're bisexual, aren't you? "

"What bisexual...

it's this. I found something so rare in your purse."

The man was waving a roughly thirty-centimeter-long dildo at Mieko's face. Both ends were identical to a man's glans; it was a dildo used by homosexuals. "

That kind of lewd thing isn't mine.

But I found it in your purse.

That's too much..."

she said angrily, but from Maki's eyes, Mieko's gaze at the dildo seemed full of curiosity.

The man put the belt around Maki's waist; he attached the dildo, inserting one end into Maki's vagina, leaving the other end sticking out, creating a strange feeling of becoming a man.

Maki was on top of Mieko, and the man spread Mieko's legs, seemingly ordering Maki to penetrate him?

But Maki hesitated. This was about to violate her foster husband's wife; although it was a dildo, she was controlling it, or rather, giving the dildo life.

He lifted her buttocks, which were straddling Mieko. Seeing this, the man pinched her buttocks angrily, pressing down hard. At this moment, even Maki, unwillingly, became a victim of Mieko's rape.

The man ordered Maki to thrust. As Maki slowly moved, the man grabbed her buttocks. Feeling an unusual sensation, Maki tried to turn around. What she saw was something strange—the man's penis.

Maki reached behind to try and block it, twisting her naked body weakly, but this resistance was useless; it only affected Mieko, who was still attached to him.

Ah... Ugh...

Mieko rolled her eyes back, her upper body arching backward as she felt the impact of her uterus about to rupture.

There was no way to prevent the enormous penis from entering her anus; Maki's twisting of her hips was useless. She was now simultaneously raping Mieko and having her own anus violated by the man. "

How is it? This feels good. You two should both enjoy it to the fullest, twisting your hips back and forth, left and right, doing whatever you want." Without the man saying anything, both women's vaginas were already soaking wet, to different degrees, but both flowing with vaginal fluid due to arousal. The fluids merged after the penis left, repeating this endlessly. Maki felt a little relieved thinking that while she was raping Mieko, she was also being violated.

Ah... so much... so much... Maki also leaked a lot. The vaginal fluids from both of them made the dildo even more slippery. Not knowing who would reach orgasm first, Maki, feeling she might, increased the pace of her thrusts. Mieko, seemingly unwilling to give in, also increased the speed to match the rhythm.

Maki gritted her teeth and endured, the two men's actions from behind bringing her close to her limit.

The intense sensation in her anus made Maki scream, the thought of possible bleeding flashing through her mind, an image of a blood-stained penis appearing.

Now, the three men were like frenzied beasts. Mieko suddenly arched her back and pushed Maki forcefully; in that instant, a dizzying orgasm washed over her, and Mieko's lower body began to spasm.

"Ah...yes...good...thrust harder...ah..."

After a series of cries, she became still, like a peacock shot and lying there panting.

At this moment, the man inserted his erect penis into Mieko's mouth. Maki couldn't bear to watch and turned her gaze away. But Mieko didn't resist; instead, she sucked on it with soft, sucking sounds.

At this moment, Maki realized she was seeing Mieko's true colors; she was a prostitute pretending to lure men to paradise.

The man flipped Mieko's body over and inserted his wet penis into her anus. The two of them writhed together for a while.

Maki wanted to remove the mask to show Mieko her face, but was it necessary? Mieko was innocent; the guilty ones were Maki herself and her mother, Kano.

She fell asleep sometime later and woke up to find the masked woman gone. The man beside her was snoring loudly, his limp penis exposed.

Before dawn, Mieko left the hotel, walking like a sleepwalker. The intense torment seemed to have affected her mentally, yet strangely, she felt neither humiliation nor sadness.

Mieko waited for the first train at the station, sitting on a bench. There was no one around. She dozed off and heard a phone ringing. She couldn't see a phone on the platform; it must be her imagination.

Perhaps it was Takeshi calling home every morning, but no one answered. Maybe he was calling her parents' house.

Not knowing how her mother would answer, perhaps this would expose all the lies of the past. Mieko was too tired to think about such things. Returning home, she immediately made a recorded call. She heard a man's voice, but it wasn't Wu. Listening to the recording, Mieko sobbed uncontrollably.

The voice on the recording was from Akihiko, calling from Tokyo. He said he had returned from Los Angeles a month ago and was now busy opening a consulting firm. The man's voice was energetic and firm.

Mieko almost forgot the voice came from a recording, creating the sweet illusion that Akihiko was speaking directly to her. "Teacher hasn't forgotten me after all..." she thought, and her past sorrows vanished like the sun after a storm.

After Akihiko finished his long-awaited apology, he asked for her help with something: a party he was holding at the same time as opening his company. He wanted her to attend, not with such a formal invitation. Mieko longed to go to Tokyo to see Akihiko immediately. As she showered, tears welled in her eyes.

Was this a cruel twist of fate? Since he returned to China a month ago, why didn't he call immediately? He was completely different a month ago.

And who called to tell him he was already married? Perhaps Akihiko called his parents' home, and his mother answered and told him that Mieko was married. If so, his mother already knew Akihiko had returned to Japan a month ago, so why didn't she tell her?

His mother knew about Mieko and Akihiko's relationship. But in the past month, Mieko's fate had changed drastically, irreversibly.

The party was scheduled for Saturday night five days later at the Phoenix Hall of the Tenno Brothers Hotel in Shinjuku.

After leaving the bathroom, Mieko quickly put on makeup and sat in front of the phone, unsure of what to do.

She longed to hear Akihiko's voice directly. She wanted to talk to him, even if she cried, it wouldn't matter. But she was most afraid that he would ask to meet her now; she lacked the confidence to control herself; she would definitely betray her husband after meeting him. This was different from the situation when she was threatened by her husband to work as a prostitute.

Mieko couldn't bear it any longer and picked up the phone: her heart began to pound fiercely, like a girl in her first love confessing her feelings to her boyfriend for the first time, a nervous pain in her heart.

The phone rang twelve times, but Akihiko didn't answer. Mieko, gathering evidence of her actions, took a taxi to her parents' house. If Takehiko called, she would need to coordinate with her mother.

Her mother was sunbathing in the yard, much better than she had imagined. Takehiko didn't call, but Mieko received a call from Akihiko—it was indeed her mother. That night, Mieko slept with her mother.

Her mother was a woman of few words, and even more so, a woman who wouldn't utter a word, ever since she was young. Her mother and Takehiko were from the same generation.

Mieko remembered that long after her father's death, Mieko had casually remarked that Takehiko and her mother were an ideal couple. Although her mother immediately denied it and scolded Mieko, Mieko often thought that her mother might like Takehiko. When Mieko got married, her mother gave her a hydrangea-patterned kimono, seemingly hiding a secret between her mother and Takehiko. When Takehiko returned from his trip, Mieko willingly put on a chastity belt and greeted her husband in bed. "

Have you always worn this?"

"Yes." The pleasure of lying brought a radiant smile to Mieko's face.

"Well...it must have been very inconvenient."

After only three days away, Takeshi looked at Mieko with fresh eyes. "

What about then?"

"When?"

"When you urinate. Women and men are different; it sprays, so some will get on you, right?" " So

-so...I'll figure something out."

Her husband seemed to be fantasizing about Mieko urinating. "

And when you poop?

" "You!" Mieko wouldn't let her husband press further.

"Is it...endurance...

is it...this..."

Mieko gave an ambiguous answer. "

That's not good; it'll hurt your body."

Takeshi immediately went to the bedside table for the key. "

Turn off the light; it'll embarrass me in the bright light.

" "Silly boy, I can't open the lock in the dark."

With no other option, Mieko left only the bedside lamp on. In the dim light, she lifted her nightgown, revealing her mons pubis, protected by something, looking as if she were having difficulty breathing. Takeshi deliberately made it seem difficult to open, observing and playing with it at the same time.

The thong-like leather part subtly stimulated Mieko's sensitive perineum and anus, causing her to involuntarily pant and wriggle her hips. This was a game only husband and wife could play; for others, it would become a humiliation and victim.

Finally, the chastity belt was removed from Mieko's lower body. She felt a strange emptiness, perhaps because she had already gotten somewhat used to it after only half a day.

Men are really inconvenient; on nights during the trip, I got hard many times.

Ah, what a pity...: Mieko wanted to say this, but felt it wasn't something a newlywed woman should say, so she didn't. Although it had only been six months, the love between husband and wife was subtly changing every day.

Feeling sorry for her husband who didn't know about his wife's infidelity, she deliberately dropped her kimono in front of the wardrobe to pretend to air it out, which indeed attracted Takeshi's attention.

Mieko, did you go out?

Yes, to see Mom... but an old gentleman nearby mistook me for Mom... how could he think I was so old?

No, Mom is still very beautiful now.

Mieko felt she was quite good at lying; what she had just said was a fabricated story to test Takeshi's heart. After telling a big lie, she would readily tell smaller ones.

Perhaps he was tired from the trip; Takeshi kept yawning. He was determined to get his husband's permission to meet Akihiko; but he had just returned; she was too embarrassed to ask. Her husband knew nothing about Akihiko, so she didn't need to care, but her conscience still bothered her.

"Mieko, look."

A short while later, Takeshi pulled open the front of his nightgown, revealing his erect penis to Mieko's face. She had been a little flustered, thinking he would be tired and wouldn't make a move that night. Mieko didn't know that men's libido could be heightened when tired.

Helpless, she could only pinch the swollen glans with her thumb and forefinger when her husband sighed. Then he used both hands to hold it, closed his eyes, and gently touched it with his lips. The penis vibrated as if he had fully recovered.

She opened her mouth and took the penis to the base, touching her throat. Takeshi seemed quite confident as he began to move. Mieko's tongue licked the tip of the glans. She curled her tongue around his penis.

Mieko was just imitating casually, but Taketo was surprised. He wondered when she could blow a horn so smoothly… Before the trip, she wouldn't even lick it with her tongue when it was in her mouth, making a soft, squeaking sound. Mieko used to look embarrassed, but tonight she was smiling and busy sucking.

There was a big change. After getting used to her husband, a newlywed wife probably wouldn't feel ashamed anymore, and her desire would increase.

Taketo placed his buttocks on his wife's face. At that moment, Mieko made a pushing motion, but Taketo continued to press down.

Her high, beautiful nose touched Taketo's perineum. He should have had difficulty breathing but didn't say no, but his breathing gradually became rapid. Mieko's breath felt very comfortable near his anus.

Taketo boldly pressed his anus against Mieko's nostrils and twisted forcefully. Even so, Mieko didn't show any resistance; instead, she seemed to be eagerly caressing her husband's genitals.

Taketo couldn't understand why Mieko was so bold, acting like a completely different person. His newlywed wife's progress in lovemaking should make him happy; Taketo's feelings were complex.

"Ah...I want it.

" Mieko finally made the first move.

"I want it faster...I can't hold back anymore."

"I'll ejaculate, okay?"

"No, not inside me." "

What do you mean, inside me?"

"Ah...you want me to say it...okay...I'll say it...it means don't ejaculate inside my vagina."

Mieko clearly uttered words she wouldn't normally say.

Takeshi moved his buttocks, which were resting on Mieko's face, downwards, and thrust his erect penis all the way in. Mieko raised her buttocks high to receive it.

There was a feeling of complete union; like a famous sword being sheathed.

As Takeshi continued to thrust, Mieko responded actively. She skillfully used varying degrees of force, squeezing tightly to urge him on when Takeshi stopped thrusting.

In the past, Mieko lacked the lewd atmosphere to enjoy intercourse, but now she did; thinking of this, Takeshi exploded, clearly feeling the hot semen flowing through his penis. For some reason, Mieko raised her buttocks at that moment. Mieko left Kyoto the afternoon before the party.

Later, Takeshi drove her to the station, and for this day, Takeshi even asked a tailor he knew to quickly make a dress. After

that, when her husband was away, she called Tokyo to discuss the details with Akihiko. So she already knew the hotel room number, the time of the party, and that there would be about 150 attendees.

Akihiko arrived at Tokyo Station in a Mercedes-Benz, his white suit making him stand out like a celebrity.

Akihiko had gained a certain air of sophistication, and his appearance appeared more robust. As soon as he sat in the assistant's seat, he pulled Mieko close and kissed her; the six-year gap in their relationship vanished in an instant, and the hotel room offered a view of Tokyo's nightscape. "

Let's go to the rooftop garden to dry off after the shower," he suggested.

Akihiko cared for Mieko tenderly, like a honeymooner.

In contrast to the cheerful Akihiko, Mieko became increasingly quiet. Akihiko was indeed still a bachelor. When Mieko revealed that she was married, Akihiko, for some reason, seemed quite magnanimous. Mieko felt a surge of anger; she had expected him to scold her for breaking their vows; for not waiting for him to return.

She recalled that when Akihiko was an associate professor, he rarely revealed his true feelings, always keeping things secret. But Mieko felt she had no right to criticize him now.

Akihiko stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and whispered something. Mieko, lost in her fleeting happiness, didn't hear what he said.

What did you just say?

Hmm... I hope you're not angry... I'm still too embarrassed to say it.

Saying it like that wouldn't sound like a teacher. Just say it clearly. I'm willing to do anything I can.

Indeed, if Jingyan said we should jump off a building together, she would jump with him. Jingyan took a big gulp of beer and said, "Say it out loud." "

I want you to be my temporary wife."

For a moment, Mieko didn't understand what he meant.

"I want you to be my wife for one day tomorrow, is that not okay?"

These words caused Mieko's lust to collapse like a dam breaking. Six years of pent-up desire surged forth, washing away their rationality. Jingyan hugged Mieko tightly as if caught in a tornado, and Mieko's body fell onto the bed.

It looked almost like rape, but Mieko knew it wasn't, because she saw tears falling from the man's eyes.

He quickly removed her dress, bra, and stockings. Of course, Mieko didn't resist; she even actively cooperated with Jingyan's actions of undressing her. Now, only lust and love for Akihiko occupied Mieko's heart. This feeling made her take off her panties herself.

But for some reason, Akihiko pulled away her hand that was about to take off her panties, pressed his mouth down, and the thin silk fabric, stained with sweat and honey, was light blue with a pattern of small raindrops.

Let me take it off...

No, this is fine...

But, it's dirty.

It seems that he likes this dirty thing, and the lustful man put the thin fabric on her labia in his mouth and began to suck.

Mieko thought she said this, but only her mouth moved. And Mieko hugged Akihiko's neck tightly with both hands; she thrust her lower body to meet him.

Akihiko's hands, trembling with excitement, grabbed the double layer of fabric at the bottom of the panties and tore it with force.

Ah...

The thin fabric made a crisp sound, revealing a vertical tear. In an instant, the pale pink flesh of her vulva was revealed; the man's fingers stroked the petals, making a squelching sound. Mieko's vagina was soaking wet like a flood, and Akihiko's fingers moved like a small boat rushing through a river.

Mieko felt dizzy; Akihiko's caresses made her tremble all over, unable to control her frenzied excitement.

The fierce penis broke through her panties and went straight into her vagina, grabbing the torn end of the panties, making Mieko feel as if a sharp blade was digging into her. It felt like her flesh would be cut open, and her vagina would fill with oil, a feeling of fear that made Mieko drown in a sweet sensual world. She

didn't even know when it would end. Akihiko looked down at the peacock he had ejaculated on; the peacock spread its wings and remained motionless as if dead. The two of them embraced and fell asleep.

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