Women's Sexual Desire Academy

Chapter 1: The Stripped Underwear

Ishiguro Bunzo was stripping Yamaha Hiromi's clothes. After looking at her body, he quickly removed his own.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ishiguro's eyes, red and intoxicated, stared at Hiromi. He clearly saw the twenty-four-year-old beautiful teacher's body, her sensual beauty, and felt a strange sensation within him. His face flushed with excitement.

That evening, at a farewell party for his fellow teachers, Ishiguro was also present. When no one was looking, he slipped a drug into Hiromi's drink.

It was a secret Chinese numbing drug. Hiromi, at the party, stubbornly refused to think too much. If Ishiguro pretended to persuade her to drink that last glass, his scheme would succeed.

Hiromi left the banquet and was walking down the corridor when Ishiguro followed her.

Hiromi's elegant eyes were also red from the alcohol, and her chest was heaving.

Yumi felt a little unwell, so she left her seat to go to the dressing room. She felt her gait was strange; with each step, she leaned against the wall. She wondered,

"Did I drink too much today? How could I be so drunk?"

Just as she thought this, she collapsed. Ishiguro quickly approached Yumi's body, his hand on her shoulder. Yumi lost consciousness and slumped against Ishiguro's wrist.

The sweet scent of lotion and her soft flesh stimulated Ishiguro. Ishiguro, holding Yumi, deliberately left the farewell party.

Yumi was unconscious, but she had a vague feeling, as if her feet were off the ground, as if she were floating on clouds.

Holding Yumi, Ishiguro's eyes were fixed on Yumi's feet, clad in a pure white dress. They were a pair of well-proportioned, beautifully shaped legs.

Ishiguro carried the unconscious Yumi into another room.

He laid her down on the bed, looking down at Yumi's drunken state, her flushed face incredibly beautiful.

Without hesitation, he unbuttoned her clothes, removed her stockings, and in a flurry of activity, stripped Yumi naked.

He tossed her silk dress to the ground, his eyes fixed on her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and finally removed her white bra.

Her buttocks, high and firm like two small mountains, combined with her serpentine waist, made her look like an inverted gourd. Her tucked-in navel was accentuated by this beauty, and her skin, white with a rosy glow, was practically flawless.

His eyes were fixed on her, almost drooling, and he quickly stripped himself naked.

Ishiguro opened his thick, fleshy lips, sprayed perfume into his mouth, and licked his lips. At this moment, he was drooling because of the beauty before him.

Yumi seemed to be asleep, her eyelashes closed, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Ishiguro buried his face in Yumi's shoulder.

His tongue caressed her shoulder, then licked her cheek, as if it were a delicious meal. Her snow-white skin was covered in Ishiguro's saliva.

Seeing Yumi's sculpted body, Ishiguro's heart pounded. His mouth was dry, his eyes glazed over, like a woman in a trance, driven to madness.

Ishiguro buried his face in her chest, first caressing the valley between Yumi's two breasts.

One hand cupped her full, white breasts, kneading and rubbing her nipples, his fingertips flicking at her nipples, which swayed wildly. Her breasts, full of elasticity, began to react in Ishiguro's hands.

He grinned lewdly, his gaze shifting to her lower body, looking at her thighs below her waist and her erogenous zones, his hand gently caressing them.

He boldly stroked her, his hand on her groin, touching her skin, caressing her pink, mysterious parts. Her body could not withstand such teasing from a man. In her drowsy state, Yumi unconsciously let out intermittent moans.

Ishiguro licked her flushed cheeks, his tongue reaching for her sensitive ears. He bit her ear, his tongue probing inside, sucking and licking, blowing his wild breath into her ear, his tongue scratching at her ear canal. Yumi's body twitched. Yumi felt a wave of dizziness; her shoulders and ears were so wet! She didn't know when, but an unpleasant smell stirred against her skin.

She felt her breathing quicken, a strange pressure pressing on her chest, feeling her breasts being forcefully kneaded.

(Ah~ what's happening? I…)

Yumi's mind was a blur, a sense of unease washing over her.

Her lower body felt cool. She felt fingertips caressing her inner thighs, fingers pricking at her genitals, fingers roaming over sensitive areas of her body.

Meanwhile, Yumi also felt a strange sound coming from her ear canal, warm breath blowing into it like wind. An unpleasant sensation enveloped her entire body.

She squinted, sensing the dim room with a small lamp floating overhead.

She stirred, feeling a cool sensation all over her body, and uneasily opened her eyes, looking around.
Her beautiful pupils suddenly widened in surprise, a wave of shame washing over her.

She heard the chaotic breathing sounds again beside her ear, and feeling uneasy, she turned her head, seeing something that shocked her.

A naked man was kneading her breast with one hand, his head resting between her legs, his tongue licking her toes.

Yumi looked at the man's face, feeling a surge of intense anger in her chest. Her body had been ravaged, and this man was none other than the Dean of Students: Ishiguro Bunzo.

"Ah! What are you doing? Dean of Students!" Yumi cried out.

"Oh! You're awake. You know, you were completely drunk," Ishiguro said calmly, his expression lewd, caressing Yumi with affection, one hand combing her long black hair.

His other hand groped her waist, passionately caressing her pink genitals. Yumi's lower body exuded a rich, irresistible fragrance.

"No! Don't touch me!" Ishiguro's hand pressed down on Yumi, who tried to escape, but she resisted with all her might. The man's hand, which she loathed, touched her boneless flesh.

"What...what happened to me?" (Is this a hotel? Why am I here? Am I not going to escape?)

Yumi cried anxiously.

"Oh dear! Don't you remember? You left the farewell party and then collapsed in the corridor. I brought you here." Upon hearing this, Yumi felt utterly desperate. She sobbed and resisted. Who could help her? Where were her fellow teachers?

"It's okay! You look good even without clothes." Ishiguro leaned against her lower body, his gaze searching her naked body. Yumi calmly surveyed her surroundings, trying to find a way to escape. Seeing the clothes scattered in the corner, and Ishiguro's clothes, Yumi grew angrier and angrier, her anger flaring up once again.

"Where are my clothes? What right do you have to take off my clothes? You're so rude! Let me go right now, please!" At this moment, a smile appeared on Ishiguro's lips as he looked at her soft, white skin with his bloodshot eyes.

"Ah! I... why can't I move my body?" Yumi felt her body go numb. Ishiguro's hand was playing with her genitals, reaching towards her mysterious area covered with pubic hair.

"Ah! No! No! You filthy man." Ishiguro's fingertips rubbed against the woman's secret cave, and Yumi cried out in anguish. Ishiguro's hands pressed down on Yumi's flailing limbs, rendering her unable to move.

"Ah! Don't treat me like this!"

"Shh! Shh! Be good!"

She looked at the man before her, feeling utterly humiliated! Large tears welled up in Yumi's clear, beautiful eyes.

Yumi's crying ignited Ishiguro's sadistic lust. His hands once again invaded the base of her thighs, his fingers moving over Yumi's garden, forcefully caressing her.

"Don't cry! It won't feel scary, it will make you feel good." Ishiguro's voice rang in her ears, a whisper like a cat's, soothing her. Yumi felt nauseous, her body trembling.

Ishiguro slowly played with his hands. His fingertips pressed against her split vulva, kneading the flesh, sometimes turning back, moving above the crack towards the clitoris, beginning to pierce it.

Ishiguro had long planned how to attack Yumi's mature body. Completely ignoring Yumi's cries and pleas, he cried out, "No! No! No..." Yumi sobbed loudly, and a beautiful melody resonated in Ishiguro's heart, reaching his ears.

Ishiguro's fingers traced the most shameful part of Yumi's body, stroking the cracked area up and down, noticing that Yumi's genitals were wet.

"Feels really good, doesn't it, Mr. Yamaha?"

Yumi blushed, repeatedly crying out "No!" Her head throbbed.

"What do you mean 'No'? Is that it? Don't you want some pleasure?" Ishiguro said, blinded by desire.

Yumi's head continued to shake, her pearly skin glowing white, her breasts bouncing. Looking at his genitals, Ishiguro's gaze now fixed on Yumi's breasts. He once again placed his hand on them, wanting to feel their firm, elasticity.

Ishiguro thought for a moment, then touched her private parts and pushed his middle finger inside. Yumi, enraged and ashamed, cried out,

"No! No, don't touch me anymore!"

"Haha! Don't touch there! Ha..." Ishiguro kneaded Yumi's breasts, his heart burning with desire as he caressed her breasts.

Her pinkish-white, mature breasts, soft and supple, made Ishiguro sigh and say,

"Ah! Such soft breasts! My hands are captivated by you, I can't put them down!" As he spoke, he kneaded her breasts with his demonic hand, and Yumi cried out violently. Ishiguro began to touch her shoulders.

"Who! Who can help me!" Yumi cried out helplessly, as if she had been forced to the edge of a cliff, facing certain death.

"Ah! Only twenty-four years old! Every man knows how captivating and beautiful you are! I am also intoxicated by you." Ishiguro stripped off her clothes and violated her naked body. It turned out that this seemingly godlike dean of students had revealed his beastly nature.

"Heh...you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Ishiguro grabbed the wrist of the weeping Yumi.
Looking at Yumi's long hair disheveled against her white back, her body hunched over, her shoulders trembling, Ishiguro watched her alluring body, the beauty of her being abused, and his excitement grew, his genitals swelling.

His hand parted her dark hair, caressing Yumi's pale back.

Yumi groaned in despair. Ishiguro brought his nose close to her body, inhaling deeply, smelling her fragrance.

"Ah! So fragrant! Yamaha-sensei, your body smells so good!" Ishiguro's eyes were fixed on her breasts. Yumi's body was numb, unable to move, listening to Ishiguro's lewd tone.

"Despicable male educator..." Yumi bit her lip hatefully, drawing a trickle of blood.

She felt she could no longer resist.

Ishiguro gazed at Yumi's voluptuous breasts, her mounds of flesh like small mountains, her pale pink nipples trembling slightly.

"Ah...so beautiful, my cock is so hard! Yamaha-sensei." Ishiguro's expression was one of ecstasy.

Ishiguro reached out his devilish hand, lovingly kneading her beautiful flesh, gently sweeping his gaze over her entire body. His strong hands again kneaded her pale pink nipples, his fingertips teasing them, the nipples hardening and erect under the caress of his fingers.

Ishiguro buried his face in her chest, blowing on her nipples, while his other hand thoroughly fondled her other breast.

She couldn't bear this despicable man sucking on her breasts; she felt utterly disgusted, and Yumi cried intermittently.

Ishiguro alternately sucked and licked Yumi's breasts. Her snow-white, luscious breasts glistened with the saliva.
His tongue licked her nipples, making sucking sounds, and Yumi cried in shame.

His penis penetrated deep into her body, attacking fiercely, kneading her breasts desperately. He violently assaulted her vagina, manipulating Yumi's senses, and Ishiguro laughed maniacally. His face was buried in her breasts, thrusting his penis into her genitals relentlessly. Her

face was flushed, tears and sweat mingled on her skin, her black hair disheveled, and she cried incessantly. Ishiguro's despicable body clung to hers.

"So good! Yamaha-sensei, let me hold you tighter." He looked at the sorrowful Yumi, her beautiful face, and Ishiguro whispered.

His thick lips approached Yumi's, but Yumi tightly closed her lips, turning her face away, stubbornly resisting.

Ahh! Why me? This man is so filthy, I wish I could die right now!

A wave of despair washed over Yumi's mind as she recalled the farewell party.

Yamaha Yumi left Tokyo and came to Seimei Academy in N City to work as an English teacher. Soon, a year passed. That evening, personnel changes were decided, and a farewell party was held at the restaurant to bid farewell to Yumi, who had been transferred to Harue Academy from Sakaguchi Harue. Over the past year, she had gotten along extremely well with her colleagues and teachers. Because of her beauty, many people toasted her.

At the farewell party, Yumi's seatmate was the Dean of Studies, Ishiguro Bunzo.

Ishiguro Bunzo often used violence to subdue women, and he coveted Yumi's beauty. Recently, he had been subtly revealing his ambition to conquer Yumi.

He was a bald, older man, always smiling, and over fifty years old. His eyes shone with a sharp, predatory light. Yumi felt a strong sense of disgust upon first glance at him.

At the table, Ishiguro watched the male teachers fawning over Yumi, filled with jealousy, as they drank cup after cup. Yumi's posture was graceful; every man who looked at her was intoxicated.

An hour later, Yumi stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, Ishiguro offered her a drink, and it was definitely the last one.

Yumi didn't want to drink anymore, but since it was the last one, she complied. With a graceful smile, she tilted her head back and downed the drink in one gulp. Then she said goodbye to her colleagues and walked down the corridor.

She reached the courtyard and gazed at the full moon. Yumi felt a strong wave of intoxication wash over her.

(Am I really drunk...?)

She was very surprised by the changes in her body. She frowned and leaned against a pillar, her body going numb, her consciousness fading...

"Ah! What's wrong, Yamaha-sensei!" A man's voice came from behind her. At this moment, Yumi also lost consciousness.

"Ah...you despicable man, taking advantage of my weakness, how awful!" Yumi realized he had ulterior motives, and could only weep.

"Ah! Teacher, I've loved you since the first time I saw you. Look! Your beautiful eyes, your wonderful body, I'm so interested in them." He murmured, lying on top of Yumi. His hairy hand caressed Yumi's snow-white skin.

At this moment, Yumi could no longer hold back.

Yumi cried out in distress as Ishiguro, holding his penis, was about to penetrate between her legs. Yumi desperately squeezed her legs together.

"Ahhh..." Her face turned upwards, resisting desperately, Yumi crying intensely.

Shame and humiliation enveloped Yumi. Ishiguro pulled her panties down to her ankles, then forcefully pulled them down. At this moment, Yamaha Yumi was completely naked, revealing her thick, pubic hair. Ishiguro felt a sense of victorious conquest.

"Ah! I see it, Yamaha-sensei." Yumi's private parts were wet. Ishiguro touched that beautiful, mysterious part, his fingers pressing against the sweet flesh, inserting into the thin membrane inside her secret place. The pale pink labia of a virgin were revealed; she had little sexual experience, and Ishiguro's heart pounded with excitement.

Sweet, lustful fluid flowed from the soft labia, warmly clinging to Ishiguro's fingertips. Yumi moved her head, resisting incessantly.

Suddenly, his fingers pierced the wet, cracked opening, digging deep into the garden. Then Ishiguro pulled down his pants, grasping his engorged, enormous penis, and brought it close to Yumi's body.

Yumi looked at him; Ishiguro's bloodshot eyes and lewd face filled her with disgust and terror.

Ah! Where can I escape to…?

Yumi was in despair; her black and white eyes held a look of certain death, her numb body unable to move, her mouth screaming incessantly.

"No... Help! Someone help me..." The numbing drug from Ishiguro had taken effect, and Yumi cried out for help. She watched as that ugly penis pressed against her gaping, wet vagina.

Yumi loathed the man's penis; it hurt her vagina. Besides crying for help, she used her last strength to try to escape. Her legs wouldn't move, and her upper body swayed violently from side to side. Ishiguro forcefully pressed Yumi's body down, his black hair plastered to her cheeks.

She felt unable to think; the numbness assaulted her brain, and Yumi had lost the ability to resist. She could only watch helplessly as Ishiguro's engorged penis plunged deep into her body.

Instantly, Yumi let out a fierce, desperate groan... Her

soft, wet labia were parted, and the hard, engorged tip of the penis invaded the mucous membrane inside Yumi's vaginal walls. Ishiguro felt an intense pleasure, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He slowly moved his penis, savoring the woman's flesh.

Yumi's entrance was forced in; the virgin's walls were closed, and Ishiguro plunged in, feeling the narrow opening. His erect penis penetrated deep into the pitiful flesh.

"Ah...it hurts! It hurts so much!" The man's penis assaulted her, Ishiguro's savage member thrusting in. The intense pain caused Yumi's head to sway from side to side, her black hair whipping wildly.

"Help! Who's there...?" She felt as if her body was being torn apart, unbearable. Yumi screamed and cried. Ishiguro covered her mouth with his hand.

Ishiguro moved and thrust anxiously, the tip of his huge penis penetrating first, while most of it remained outside.

"Ah! A virgin...hehe...amazing!" Ishiguro felt incredibly good, his hips moving with all his might.

As the penis penetrated Yumi's vagina... a series of lewd gasps filled the air. Sakaguchi Harue stood outside the room, pale and bewildered.

Two days later, in the office of the dean of students at Seimei Academy, the sounds of Yamaha-sensei and Ishiguro Bunzo making love could be heard. A tense atmosphere hung heavy in the school during the winter break.

That day, she wore a dark blue suit and white underwear; not only that, but her bra, pantyhose, and briefs were all removed.

His fingers tapped at her already erect nipples, an indescribable pleasure flowing through her body. His hand pressed against her clitoris, rubbing it, a numbing pleasure reaching her mouth.

Two fingers easily entered the depths of her pink, honeyed vagina. A beastly moan escaped from deep within her throat: "Ah! Ah..."

Seeing that she didn't resist, Ishiguro began to fondle her breasts.

Seeing her round, white breasts and delicate vulva, his fingers teased her labia, while his penis, unable to resist the temptation, stood erect.

That night, Sakaguchi Harue went to the police station to report the incident, while Ishiguro had considerable backing, allowing him to freely play with other women. This was also the reason for Sakaguchi Harue's transfer, as he was the only witness.

Ishiguro wiped the sweat from his bald head, a habitual smile spreading across his lips, and took a heavy breath, saying,

"Ah! It's so wonderful." He inserted his penis into her labia, his hips moving rhythmically.

His lewd gaze lingered on Yumi's body; 160 centimeters tall, with long hair flowing down her back, her mature, devilish figure at twenty-four was fully reflected in his eyes. He thrust his penis into her sweet garden.

Ishiguro swayed his hips:

"Because of the festivities at the banquet, I want you." Watching Yumi's reaction, he added,

"Ms. Yamaha, do you want to resign?"

"You're a despicable person, Dean of Studies." Yumi finished dressing and stood up. At that moment, Ishiguro's desire was aroused again.

"You must come to the report to the Education Committee in N City tomorrow,"

Ishiguro told Yumi with a sidelong glance. Instantly, she felt a coercive tone.

"I'll remember," she said behind his back, then slammed the door shut and walked out of the Dean of Studies' office.

Chapter Two: The Nightmare Room.

Yamaha Yumi stormed out of Ishiguro's Dean of Studies office.

The only witness, Sakaguchi Harue, had been silenced and couldn't help; everything was up to Yumi to handle.

Ishiguro watched Yumi's confident departure. He looked at her slender legs and thought of her body; he truly adored Yumi's body.

That night, his rod plunged deep into the arrogant woman, shooting in like fire. And today, she completely surrendered. The virgin's garden was so narrow; Ishiguro felt a burning, uncomfortable heat rising between his legs.

He wouldn't let this big fish leave. Ishiguro took a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, his whole body enveloped in smoke.

Ishiguro was extremely obsessed with Yumi's body; driven by his instinct to protect himself, he had to devise even more ruthless methods to keep her at his disposal.

On her way home, Yumi came to the park. She stood on a high platform, gazing at the cityscape of N City. She
had been in N City for over a year, and whenever she had something on her mind, she would come to this park for a stroll, which often helped her find clarity. Yumi's long black hair fluttered in the wind; her beauty was sculpted, her eyes clear and bright.

A year ago, Yumi and her assistant professor, Matsunaga Yukihiko, broke off their engagement, left Tokyo, and came to N City.

She supported herself through education in this rural town, and felt utterly exhausted today. Her beauty drove all the men in the city wild. Two days ago, Yumi was assaulted by the head of academic affairs, Ishiguro.

Yamaha Yumi was a voluptuous and conservative girl; she held a conservative attitude towards sex and had severe mysophobia.

Yumi's beauty was like a sculpted masterpiece; her pupils were clear and bright, and her demeanor was very dignified and elegant, though her thinking still held traditional societal values. In high school, many boys tried to seduce her, but she rejected them all.

In university, she was elected queen of the inter-school competition, appearing in a swimsuit at the ceremony, which was featured in a men's weekly magazine, and she was reprimanded by her university professor father. Anyone who interacts with a man will cross that line, but Yumi stubbornly protected her virginity.

After graduating from university, Yumi became an English teacher at a girls' high school in the city. Two years prior, in the summer, she attended an English education training course and met the lecturer, Matsunaga Yukihiko, who was an assistant professor at a university. Matsunaga was thirty years old that year, a prime English scholar with great ambition for the future, and his reputation reached Yumi's ears.

Matsunaga frequently invited her out, and was very proactive in doing so. He often invited her to go for tea. Matsunaga was an outstanding young man with a profound command of English. Yumi was attracted to his ambition, while Matsunaga was drawn to Yumi's beauty, and the two began a relationship.

This was Yumi's first love, and she believed she was so lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend because of God's grace, so she was very grateful for this arrangement. They got engaged in the autumn. In a park filled with flowers, she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the beauty of God's blessing. He held her waist, and many people envied them.

She was unaware of the beastly, perverse nature lurking within this man; she was blinded by love at the time, and the events of that night remained vivid in her mind, as if they had happened just yesterday.

At the end of January, on a cold night, Yumi and Matsunaga went to a restaurant in Akasaka. They were very happy; it was Yumi's birthday.

Spending her birthday with her fiancé deeply moved Yumi, and Matsunaga kept urging her to drink. She wasn't used to drinking, but today was special. She felt a little drunk, but she felt it didn't matter with Matsunaga, so she drank one glass after another without a care. That night, she got drunk.

She was completely intoxicated, so Matsunaga took her back to his place. She had never stayed overnight at Matsunaga's house before. Although they were engaged, Yumi believed that she should maintain a clean and pure body before marriage, a belief she firmly held. The alcohol dulled her senses. She couldn't tell where she was, and she didn't realize the ominous look that flickered in Matsunaga's eyes.

Once inside, they took off their coats. Matsunaga kissed her lips, gently embracing her and beginning to kiss. For Yumi, who was obsessed with cleanliness, this was unbearable, but she believed it was Matsunaga's expression of love.

His lips parted slightly, then, as if plotting something wicked, Yumi's lips searched for his. He immediately kissed her lips again, passionately, his tongue slipping inside, licking her mouth, pouring his saliva into hers. He sucked on Yumi's sweet, wet tongue.

It was the first time she had kissed so intensely; she was unaware of the dangerous situation she was in, greedily swallowing Matsunaga's saliva.

"Oh! I'm drunk," Yumi murmured, brushing her disheveled black hair with her fingers, smiling shyly. The intense sucking of their tongues, and the fierce excitement in her heart.

Matsunaga smiled gently, his eyes smiling too. He didn't answer, but embraced Yumi again, taking her lips once more.

Yumi's tongue was forcefully sucked and intensely sucked by him, her breasts pressed heavily against his.
Matsunaga felt Yumi's full breasts. One hand went up to her waist, beginning to caress her sexy, round buttocks.

Yumi passionately sucked on his lips, her vibrant black hair swaying. Matsunaga's hands were on her buttocks, tracing her fleshy bottom, his fingers exploring the soft cleft.

Matsunaga's lips parted. Yumi's hair was disheveled from the intense kiss, the intoxicating alcohol staining her cheeks. She felt a burning heat in her lower body from the caresses.

"No!" Yumi resisted Matsunaga's touch, turning her back to him to calm her passion.

She wore a black dress, and Matsunaga stared at her back. His erection was already throbbing.

Matsunaga approached Yumi from behind, stroking her black hair, burying his face in it, inhaling its fragrance.

"Eh! Matsunaga."

"I love you, Yumi. I really love you so much." Matsunaga whispered, his breath hot against Yumi's skin. His hand slipped behind her, caressing her breasts.

"Ah!"

"No, no, you can't!" she cried out in shock. Her breasts were being vigorously kneaded.

"My love, I love you so much, you know..." Matsunaga whispered in her ear, touching Yumi's body.

Matsunaga's hands began to move violently. His entire palms enveloped her breasts, sometimes twisting, sometimes kneading. Enjoying the full, elastic feeling, Matsunaga's penis throbbed and stood erect, pressing against Yumi's buttocks.

His penis pressed against her buttocks, her nipples hardened, Yumi's breasts were being kneaded, and Matsunaga's shameful part pressed against her buttocks.

"Just bear with it! After we get married, I'll give it to you..." Yumi refused Matsunaga's caresses.

Yumi tried to pull her wrists away from Matsunaga's hands that were touching her breasts, but he held on tightly, continuing to caress and knead her body.

"Not today, Matsunaga! What's wrong with you?" Yumi turned her head uneasily, looking at Matsunaga's face.
His eyes were bloodshot, and a meaningful smile played on his lips. Yumi had never seen Matsunaga like this before, with that murderous look on his face. "

I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have accepted his request..."

Yumi began to regret it.

The two walked side by side, Matsunaga's hand on Yumi's shoulder, then he began to grope her breasts and thighs.

"Don't do this!" Yumi desperately wanted to escape.

Matsunaga took a bottle of liquor from the refrigerator, poured himself a full glass, then downed it in one gulp, forcing Yumi to drink as well.

"Why are we drinking?" Yumi asked.

"Tonight is a special day, it's your birthday!"

"But we've already drunk, and I've drunk a lot, Matsunaga, let's not drink anymore, okay?"

Matsunaga ignored her, took another sip of wine, and pressed his lips heavily against Yumi's. Yumi resisted fiercely, but Matsunaga's mouth pressed firmly against hers. Unwilling to give up, Yumi moved her head, some wine flowing into her body. Matsunaga forcefully turned her face towards him, his mouth against hers, forcing a mouthful of wine into her mouth.

How could her lover become so rude? Yumi couldn't understand it.

"I...I hate you...I want to go home." She struggled to break free from him, saying very unhappily. This was the first time she felt so unhappy being with Matsunaga.

Upon hearing her say this, Matsunaga immediately took another sip of wine, pressed his lips against hers again, and forced the wine down her throat. Yumi felt he was too rude; she was furious, and then... *slap!* With a sharp slap, Matsunaga

's face flushed. He froze, drool dripping from his mouth as he stared in disbelief. Hiromi found him utterly repulsive.

"Are you drunk?" Hiromi shouted, standing up to leave.

Matsunaga, holding Yumi's hand, cried,

"Don't hate me! Don't leave me!" Matsunaga slumped down, and Yumi turned to look at him. He seemed to have sobered up a bit. She looked at him and said,

"You will be my husband in the future. On our wedding night, I will definitely give myself to you. Can't you be a little more patient?"

"I know, I was drunk tonight. I seduced you! It's too late, I should go home." Yumi insisted again.

Upon hearing this, Matsunaga's face changed drastically, like a demon from hell. He stood up, walked closer to Yumi, and forcefully pulled on her long hair.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! Let go!" Yumi cried out in pain, and only then did Matsunaga release her.

"Ah! What do you want? Matsunaga!" Suddenly seeing Matsunaga's 180-degree change, Yumi's face turned pale.

"Shut up!" Matsunaga shouted, forcefully hitting Yumi's chest.

Yumi was knocked onto the bed, her chest aching so badly she could barely breathe. Her body arched in agony. He watched her retreating figure and kicked her again.

"I'm your husband, and you dare disobey me! See how I deal with you!"

"No...don't be violent..." she cried desperately, shrinking back to avoid Matsunaga's violent attacks. Matsunaga pounded her back and kicked her buttocks.

"Take it off! Take it off now! Take off your clothes!" Matsunaga reached out to remove her clothes, his sudden change terrifying her.

"No! No! Please..." Matsunaga's hands were on her waist, relentlessly removing Yumi's clothes. Yumi desperately protected herself, pleading in fear.

"You want to be beaten again? Aren't you afraid of pain?" Matsunaga said threateningly, and Yumi sobbed. Yumi's hands resisted the violent hands. Those demonic hands stripped off her skirt, revealing her thighs. Matsunaga's fierce, bloodshot eyes stared intently.

"Ah! So beautiful... Let me see between your legs. Let's strike a seductive pose!" Matsunaga pulled at her body, forcing her into mature positions, his eyes drooling, staring at her fair, rosy skin. Yumi

looked at her beloved fiancé's crazed state, a sense of terror rising within her, her body trembling involuntarily. This excellent Matsunaga suddenly possessed a dual personality... Thinking this, tears welled up in her eyes.

Matsunaga began to undress Yumi. Yumi instinctively covered her chest, resisting him, but she was ultimately no match for the man's brute force. Her clothes were ripped off, revealing her white bra and panties. Yumi covered her chest, crying in pain.

"Ah! No! You can't!" Yumi screamed desperately.

Matsunaga stood up, staring intently at her body, her bulging breasts, her mysterious area, her beautiful, shapely legs.

"Ah! So beautiful!" Matsunaga

babbled incoherently, staring at Yumi's naked body. Yumi jumped up and ran away quickly, not wanting to be violated. Yumi escaped, but Matsunaga chased after her, pulling her long hair.

"Ah! Who's there! Someone help me..." Yumi cried out for help. Matsunaga pulled Yumi's hair and slapped her face. Yumi fell back onto the bed, trembling all over.

Matsunaga approached her with a rope, Yumi's face buried in her hands, and he tied her hands behind her back.

"No! What are you doing? Please... don't do this to me!"

"This way you can't escape." Matsunaga picked up Yumi's body and carried her into the room. Her white, peach-like breasts moved, stimulating Matsunaga's senses.

Matsunaga threw Yumi onto the bed. Yumi's face was buried in the bed, her body naked, her hands tied behind her back, her whole body trembling from crying. Her firm, elastic buttocks opened and closed.

Matsunaga stripped naked, his penis already erect with excitement. His hands caressed the beautiful woman's body.

"Ah! I... what are you doing?" Tears welled in Yumi's dark eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.

"Haha... I'm letting you experience your first time sooner!"

"Matsunaga... calm down!... Don't shatter our dreams!" Yumi pleaded desperately, her legs kicking the sheets. Matsunaga turned her body towards him, her thick, dark pubic hair a stark contrast.

"Ah... what a beauty! Look at this pubic hair, so beautifully grown!" Matsunaga lewdly grinned. Yumi tightly closed her thighs, resisting his brutality. Matsunaga forcefully spread her legs, pressing them down.

"No! No!" Yumi's hair was disheveled; her virginity, guarded for twenty-three years, was about to be trampled upon by this brutal man.

A thin, red membrane covered the depths of Yumi's vulva. Matsunaga spread Yumi's thighs, gripping them tightly. His fingertips traced the raw, cracked flesh of her vulva, penetrating the thin, red walls, revealing the fresh bud. The thin skin covered the red clitoris. Nectar flowed from Yumi's inner lining. Matsunaga lowered his head, burying his face between her legs, sucking the nectar with his lips.

"Ah!" Being sucked on her most shameful part was an insult, and Yumi cried out in anguish.

Matsunaga's tongue slipped into the fleshy side of the vulva, licking the mucous membrane, causing even more nectar to gush out. He
made sucking sounds, smacking his lips. Yumi's virginity reacted sensitively. Between Matsunaga's legs, his penis grew even harder and more prominent.

Yumi looked at Matsunaga's erect male symbol with utter terror, crying out in despair, shifting her body restlessly.

Matsunaga approached her, one hand kneading her mature breasts, the other stroking her exquisite pubic hair, a gesture of humiliation. "No! No... Please! Don't..." Yumi shook her head in fear, her black hair whipping against her body. Matsunaga, gripping his erect penis, pressed it against her first, intimately torn genitals.

"Ah! I'm going to lose my pure body... My trusted lover... He's raping me..." She felt her heart stop, the intense pain causing her to lose consciousness.

"It hurts! No... Ah... Ugh!" Yumi groaned in pain as Matsunaga's penis penetrated her virginity. Matsunaga buried his penis inside her, remaining still. Yumi stared at him in a daze, writhing in pain.

"Ah... My woman! That's wonderful, Yumi." He moved back and forth triumphantly, Yumi's vulva sucking on Matsunaga's penis.

Yumi frowned in pain, cursing Matsunaga defiantly.

"What did you say!" Matsunaga grabbed Yumi's hair, thrusting his penis even deeper. Yumi threw her head back, screaming and groaning in pain.

"Ah! Ooh...it hurts!" Yumi groaned, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain deep inside her. Matsunaga's face flushed red, and he also gasped for breath. He manipulated her rapidly, thrusting in and out. Yumi's poor flesh was being cruelly played with.

Yumi's private parts felt like they were being torn apart, a sharp, agonizing pain combined with an incredible power from the heat. "How is it? Comfortable, isn't it!" Matsunaga grinned lewdly, thrusting relentlessly. Yumi, stimulated by his flesh, released sweet nectar. Ah! This was wonderful, Matsunaga was having a blast.

Matsunaga roared like a wild beast, his hips moving even more violently. Sweat beaded on Yumi's forehead as she exhaled breaths of bitterness.

Suddenly, a torrent of passion erupted. His flesh swelled deep inside Yumi, and bound body, Yumi wept tears of humiliation.

After Matsunaga finished, the pain in Yumi's groin subsided, and there were faint red bloodstains on the white paper. Satisfied, he held the paper up to Yumi's eyes and said:

"Look! This is proof of your virginity." He moved closer to her, violating her three more times. The first time was painful, but by the third time, Matsunaga's rapid breathing matched the rhythmic movements.

"Do you still hate me? You're so adorable." He smoked by the bed, mocking Yumi. He blew a puff of smoke into her face, and Yumi trembled, sobbing.

The next day, Yumi broke free of her ropes. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes swollen from crying. She glanced weakly at Matsunaga and went outside.

She walked the streets like a zombie. A sharp pain surged through her body. Her beaten body seemed swollen.

She returned to her lodgings, locked herself in her room for three days and three nights, weeping. She hated Matsunaga so much that she wanted to kill him. So she proposed breaking off the engagement, then hid at a friend's house. At the end of the semester, she resigned from the school and left Tokyo with her filthy body.

Ishiguro was just like Matsunaga; a wild, demonic nature lurked within them. Yumi walked through the park, lamenting the cruel twist of fate.

Just then, Tachikawa Shun, the social studies teacher, also strolled in the park. Tachikawa, twenty-seven, was also the coach of the Sodo Club. He was a sharp-looking man, and Yumi had a strong liking for him.

Tachikawa saw Yumi and smiled. His white teeth made Yumi dizzy.

Time to go home.

Yumi smiled, looking at Tachikawa's dark face. If only she could be held by this man… Yumi was surprised to have such a thought.

"You didn't go to Mr. Sakaguchi's farewell party?"

"A grand event! I was busy!… I had something to do that day!" Tachikawa was unaware of Ishiguro's scheme, but Yumi was already wary of men.

"Eh… Mr. Yamaha, you don't look well." Tachikawa noticed Yumi's thoughtful expression and assumed she was ill.

"Oh! No… it's nothing! Ah! I have to go now." She said goodbye to Tachikawa and hurried home.

Chapter 3: Attack on the Body

"Ring! Ring!" The doorbell rang.

Yumi was pulled back to reality by the ringing of the doorbell. She glanced at her watch; it was already past nine o'clock at night. After returning from the park, she had a quick dinner and sat in the living room, lost in thought. She sat there for almost two hours, lost in thought.

Who could it be at this hour? Yumi stirred and opened the door.

"Ah! I'm so sorry to bother you so late. I'm Yoshioka Katsumi, a third-year student." Yoshioka Katsumi spoke with the air of an adult. Katsumi had been suspended from school for an assault and was a troubled student. He was supposed to graduate in the spring, but due to the assault, he had to repeat
a year.

"Actually, Fujimura ran away from home, so I came to see if I was at your house. I've already looked at the school, so I came to ask if you've seen her."

"Oh! It's Keiko!" Yumi couldn't believe Keiko had run away from home.

"Really?" Yumi didn't quite trust Katsumi standing outside the door.

"It's true, her mother told me. She told me when I got home from school. Doesn't Mr. Yamaha seem to disbelieve me?" Yumi stared intently at Katsumin's face, trying to glean some clues.

"Katsumin's parents divorced a few years ago, and he's raised by his father. He's a dissolute, promiscuous man who often brings new girlfriends home. That's what Yumi heard."

"Oh! Okay! I'll go with you to find him!" Yumi and Katsumin went out together and walked to a car.

"Yoshioka, is this your painting?"

"Oh! Is it pretty? I just bought it a few days ago. Hmm? The teacher seems to disbelieve me again. Don't worry! I bought it."

Katsumin finished speaking and invited Yumi to sit in the back seat. Yumi got into the car, opened the window, and let the wind in.

Sitting in the back seat, Yumi leaned back, thinking about Keiko.

She was a beautiful girl at the school, an excellent student, and Fujimura Keiko was always smiling. Keiko was well-behaved and academically excellent, and Yumi paid special attention to her during English class. The delinquent student, Katsumi, and the model student, Keiko, were strangely connected. Keiko had greatly admired Katsumi since their first year.

Yumi looked at Katsumi's silhouette in the driver's seat, unable to fathom what was going on between Keiko and this delinquent student.

Keiko and Katsumi had once stayed out all night, and she couldn't predict what might have happened, but because Yumi's mind was filled with the image of the demon Ishiguro, she couldn't calm down.

After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped beside them.

"Ah! What's wrong, Yoshioka?"

"Oh! Wait a minute, there's another person who needs a ride. Let's wait." At that moment, the back door opened, and a man in a dark coat sat down next to Yumi.

Yumi sat by the window, trying to distance herself from the man, but he kept moving closer. Yumi felt disgusted by this intruder's blatant approach and silently stared out the window.

The car continued moving, and Yumi glanced sideways at the man beside her. She vaguely saw him wiping his face with a white handkerchief.

Kemin seemed quite pleased, a smile playing on his lips.

"Hey! Mr. Kwon Teng, look, isn't she a beauty?"

"Hmm! Not bad, just as the rumors say." The man then moved closer to her.

"Hey! Don't keep coming so close!" Yumi protested loudly, her face flushed with anger.

"Oh! Don't say that! Come on, move closer!" Kwon Teng said, placing his hand on Yumi's shoulder, trying to pull her closer to him.

"No, you! What are you doing?" Yumi desperately resisted his outstretched hand, but she was no match for the man's strength. Kwon-teng pulled her into his arms in a few swift movements.

"Yoshioka! Help me!" Yumi cried out to Katsumi for help.

Kwon-teng held Yumi's shoulders, and Yumi desperately pulled at her skirt. He pulled on the skirt in one breath, and it flipped up, revealing her white thighs.

"Ah! No!" Kwon-teng heard her soft moans and stroked her breasts with one hand.

Yumi kicked her legs, her upper body vibrating in resistance. She turned her head and bit down hard on Kwon-teng's hand that was on her shoulder.

"Ouch! It hurts!" Kwon-teng cried out and moved away from Yumi.

"Yoshioka! You guys had a scheme! Keiko's running away from home was a lie you told me, wasn't it?"

"Yeah! You're only realizing that now!"

"Stop the car! Stop the car right now and let me out!"

Yumi shouted, tossing her hair, while Katsumi calmly gripped the steering wheel, looking like she was about to go for a drive. Looking at Katsumi's malicious back, Yumi felt a chill run down her spine. This delinquent student, a student from Seimei Academy, had actually teamed up with bad guys to bully her! Yumi felt incredibly naive to have believed Katsumi's words.

Yumi stuck her head out of the car window, shouting for help.

"Ah! Someone…" Before she could finish, Konto pressed Yumi's head down, distorting her beautiful face.

"Hehe...you don't want your beautiful face disfigured, do you!" A small knife tapped against her cheek, the cold blade flashing before her eyes. Yu Mei held her breath, afraid to move.

"Bite me, and I'll make sure you suffer." His right sleeve was rolled up, revealing obvious bite marks on his hand, the result of Yu Mei biting him hard, blood flowing from it. He held the knife against her pale face, rubbing it back and forth. Even the most composed girl would be on the verge of a mental breakdown under the threat of a knife. No one could have predicted that Quan Teng would use such a despicable method.

"Hahaha! You're a woman, you can't escape, so you'd better just obediently surrender! Otherwise...you're definitely going to die, hahaha..." Quan Teng looked at Yu Mei's pale face. This girl's eyes were too beautiful. Clear black and white, eyes revealing fear, a straight nose, pearly white teeth, thin lips, ah! This was a masterpiece of art!

Kwon Teng, using a knife to threaten Yumi, instilled immense terror in her, the violence of Matsunaga and Ishiguro flashing before her eyes. Now, faced with this new ordeal, Yumi was in excruciating pain.

"Come on! Rest for a while, get some sleep!" Kwon Teng pressed a handkerchief laced with anesthetic into her mouth and nose. Yumi had reached the limit of terror; her consciousness slowly blurred, her eyes closed, and she collapsed. Kwon Teng's mouth was crooked, a disgusting smile on his face.

"Oh! She's lost consciousness."

"Kwon Teng! You're so cruel!" Kwon Teng looked at the sleeping Yumi, her long eyelashes closed, and he was practically itching to savor this sleeping beauty.

The car arrived in the suburbs, and after confirming no one was around, the two carried Yumi to a filthy basement.

The basement was originally used as a parking lot, but it was used for torture and imprisonment. There was a fence in the courtyard, and torture instruments and a bed were placed nearby, giving the place a gloomy feel. A large mirror was reflected in the damp wall, perhaps to show the prisoners their disheveled appearance.

Kwon Teng and Kemin each dragged Yumi across the bed, her alluring figure swaying in the dim basement.

"Hey! Which school does she come from? Kemin!"

"I don't know, but she's a very good teacher." They lifted her skirt up to her stomach, revealing the curves of her legs.

"Hey! She's quite a beauty! Since she came to our school, she's been the center of attention for all the teachers and students."

"Oh! Really? Then she must take good care of herself." Kwon Teng stood up and moved closer to get a better look at the sleeping beauty's posture.

Her beautiful black hair cascaded down the side of the bed. Kwon Teng sat on the edge of the bed, holding her upper body, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her black hair.

Kwon Teng touched Yumi's upper body, feeling immense pleasure, and began to undress her. The expensive white silk dress shone brightly, and Kwon Teng squinted at it.

Yumi, lying in his arms, possessed a mysterious beauty in her sleepy eyes, which further fueled Kwon Teng's lust.

"Come! Let's study the structure of a woman's body now!" The cunning young man's hand trembled slightly as he gazed at the woman's body, staring at her mysterious lower body, his chest heaving with anticipation.

He removed her upper garment, then her skirt. He looked at Yumi's upper body; she exuded perfume and the sweet scent of her body, which became even stronger after she was undressed, triggering a heightened sensitivity in Kwon Teng's senses.

"Kwon-to, try looking at her breasts." Her white shoulders were draped with bra straps, her arms white, her skin white, her breasts full and round. Kwon-to removed her bra, revealing her large breasts. Following Katsumi's instructions, he touched the cleft between her breasts.

"Wow! What a fantastic figure!"

"Yeah! I've never seen such a devilish figure before!"

Their eyes were fixed on the school's beautiful teacher…Yamaha Yumi. When Kwon-to removed one bra, Katsumi felt as if he were offending a sacred saint; that blasphemous sin gave him a complex pleasure. He felt his body ignite.

Kwon-to downed a bottle of beer, then let out a long breath, sweat beading on his forehead, before slowly peeling off her panties.

His hand reached her waist, pulled down her red panties, and then pulled them down to her ankles, ripping them off in one go.

At that moment, both of their eyes were fixed on the beautiful teacher's body.

"Ah! Kwon Teng! Are you really insisting on having her? Maybe she's still a virgin?"

"Oh dear! Impossible! She's already twenty-four, she might be very experienced!"

"Ah! Is that so? Then we shouldn't let this great opportunity slip by!"

The man gazed at Yumi's body. Yumi groaned, turning over, her eyes open, her long eyelashes fluttering like two small fans.

"How does it feel, teacher?" It was Katsumi's voice. Yumi felt her vision blur, not knowing where she was, as if someone was standing in front of her.

At this moment, she finally became more clear-headed, Katsumi's figure appeared in her pupils, and then she saw Kwon Teng standing there.

Then, looking at the gloomy basement scene, she jumped up without thinking, trying to escape, but Kwon Teng grabbed her, twisting Yumi's hands behind her back.

"Ah! Let me go, let me go!" Yumi cried out in pain. Kwon Teng looked at her triumphantly, holding the struggling Yumi in his arms, and handcuffed her hands.

"Ah! Who is it! Help me!" Yumi screamed loudly. The sound hit the wall, echoing her screams.

Two handcuff chains hung from the ceiling. Yumi struggled, but Kwon Teng cuffed her white wrists. Then, Kemin stood in front of her, and Kwon Teng stood behind her.

A pure white body hung from the ceiling. How mature and beautiful Yumi's back was! At this moment, she had no defense or ability to resist. When the men stood in front of her, she trembled all over, her shoulders shaking from crying. Long hair fell down, draped over her shoulders, contrasting with her snow-white skin. The black, shiny hair shone.

The sensual beauty of the twenty-four-year-old teacher being abused made the men gasp, drawing them in. Kwon Teng stood behind Yumi, his hand reaching for her breasts.

"Ah...no!" Yu Mei cried out again. Ke Min stood directly in front of Yu Mei, watching the female teacher's distressed expression, which made him feel dizzy. The man's caresses from behind distorted her beauty, and her voice was a distressed cry, a truly arousing and seductive sound.

"Ke Min, please let me go!"

Yu Mei pleaded, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Ke Min.

"What's wrong!" Ke Min reached out and stroked the hair on her shoulder, brushing away the strands of hair that clung to her cheek. Yu Mei silently allowed Ke Min to manipulate her.

"Ah! Where's Keiko? Didn't you tell me that Keiko ran away from home? Where is she now? What have you done to her?"

"Shh! Shh! It's a misunderstanding." Quan Teng put his arm around Yu Mei's waist and caressed her breasts. He denied it firmly, as if he knew very well about Keiko's accusations of promiscuity.

"I've heard that too, Yoshioka, she wouldn't lie!"

"Never mind, it's too late to talk about this now." Kemin stopped Quan Teng from continuing.

"Ah! Kwon-teng. Let's start soon..." Katsumi nodded, indicating that Kwon-teng could begin. Kwon-teng took out the knife again, held it to her neck, and maliciously watched Yumi's reaction.

"How about it, which one do you want to play with first, Yamaha-sensei?" He looked at her slender white wrist, her face buried in her shoulder in shame. Kwon-teng watched with amusement. His knife cut the shoulder strap, and the pure white shirt fell from her body, sliding to her feet.

"Ah! What a bright and clean color!" Her vulva, high and round like a meat bun, was covered with pubic hair. Two thick labia majora tightly squeezed together to form a deep red slit, and below the slit, a small hole was slightly visible. It was truly beautiful. At this moment, Katsumi screamed wildly.

"Wow! It's so beautiful, a beauty! Look at her down there, it's spectacular!" Kwon-teng exclaimed in admiration.

Her firm breasts bore two bright red, cherry-like nipples, and her breasts were incredibly elastic. Pubic hair covered the mysterious opening of her vulva. Her slender, jade-like legs were fair and shapely—a masterpiece created by God, brimming with allure, making men pant and become extremely excited, their eyes lighting up.

"Hehehe! Her lower body must be amazing, do you want to take a look, Kwon Teng?" Yumi blushed, enduring the humiliation, while Kwon Teng was extremely excited.

Kwon Teng said, "Kwon Teng, if you want to see, then look, but you should play with her breasts first, touch them!
It will feel really good." His hands caressed Yumi's body back and forth.

Kemin instantly felt a surge of heat flow from his thighs into his lower body. His eyes lit up as he looked at his teacher's body, reaching out to touch it. He stroked the valley between her fair, glossy breasts with his fingers, finding them incredibly soft and elastic. He followed the edge of her breasts to the base, grasping them and shaking them up and down.

"No, don't do this, Yoshioka! I'm your school teacher!"

"Hmph! Teacher! Teacher is enjoying her student's touch!" Kemin roared in disgust.

Her hemispherical breasts, perfectly shaped like white peaches, bounced, her delicate pink nipples glistening and alluring.

Teacher Yamaha, Yumi, was utterly disheartened. Kemin stared blankly at that beautiful body; it wasn't just beautiful, it was a masterpiece.

Kondo was behind Yumi, kneading her breasts.

"Ah...wow! So soft!"

"Ahhh! No! You shameless bastards!"

Her breasts were being caressed by that vile, filthy man, making her feel utterly disgusted. She shook her head, hoping to get rid of him.

Yu Mei's genitals were so vibrant, and her breasts, needless to say, were full and incredibly elastic. Ke Min moved closer to her body, resting his head against her neck. Yu Mei buried her face in shame. He inhaled the scent of her body. There was a foreign perfume on her skin.

Yu Mei cried out helplessly. Quan Teng couldn't bear it any longer and took off his pants.

"Ah! Why are you in such a hurry..." "Oh dear, I'll go first. Look how hard my dick is to get going. Let me have some fun with her first," Quan Teng said, grasping his engorged, erect penis.

Quan Teng had once boasted that he could play ten times a night without getting tired; maybe he was just masturbating. "

He's a beast, a greedy and lewd man." Kemin laughed.

Yu Mei already felt she couldn't escape their clutches.

She turned her face to look at Quan Teng, hating his vile behavior. She buried her face in her hands, her body trembling. "What's wrong, teacher! Isn't my penis especially good?" Quan Teng said smugly, his hand gripping his engorged penis. A clear, viscous liquid secreted from the tip of his penis. With a lewd expression, he approached Yu Mei.

His erect penis pressed into the soft opening of her lower abdomen.

"No! Please, no! Oh!" Yu Mei's waist swayed from side to side, and her writhing only excited Quan Teng more, making him want to conquer the body before him even more.

"Hey! Treat my teacher well!" Kemin said obscenely as Quan Teng approached.

Yu Mei closed her eyes, large tears rolling down her cheeks. She wondered why she was so unlucky. Had she been cursed? Why did God torment her like this, letting these beasts trample on her body? She felt her life had lost all meaning, everything was shattered.

Quan Teng thrust wildly, caressing her breasts. She panted, her juices making a sizzling sound as his penis pumped.

He saw her furrowed brows, her cheeks flushed red.

He felt her vulva tightly gripping his glans, a strange, indescribable pleasure rising within him.

He thrust so vigorously! His glans pressed against her clitoris, rubbing against her firm, elastic breasts.

Yu Mei was immersed in despair, while Quan Teng let out wanton moans.

"Ah! Ah! I can't take it anymore either." Ke Min gazed at the naked Yu Mei with ecstasy, her sensuality bringing him strange thoughts. His erect penis, straining against his trousers, had reached its limit.

Suddenly, Kemin felt his pants were wet, releasing a stream of white semen.

Kemin froze, feigning an embarrassed cough.

As Quanfeng withdrew, his penis ejaculated, the spray landing on her lower abdomen and trickling down her navel.

Yumei's wailing echoed throughout the basement.

"Despicable scoundrel." Yumei's black hair whipped wildly as she sobbed.

Chapter Four: The Basement of Humiliation.

The Dean of Studies, Ishiguro Bunzo, walked step by step down the long staircase in the basement. This filthy building was where his father ran his steel business. Besides storing some materials, it also contained unnecessary items. Quanfeng had hunted down this prey, placing her in the basement to await Ishiguro's arrival. Tonight's prey,

Yamaha-sensei Yumei, was one of the better prey among all the women Ishiguro had hunted. When she came to the academy as a teacher, he had already harbored wicked intentions towards her. He wanted to know how to humiliate this woman and make her his sex slave. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. He slowly approached the basement, hearing the woman's cries and Kwon Teng's despicable lewd laughter. Ishiguro, of course, knew what had happened, and a shameless smile bloomed on his face. Thinking of the naked woman, her alabaster skin, he couldn't wait any longer.

At this moment, Yumi saw Ishiguro enter the basement with a smile. Yumi could hardly believe her eyes, staring at this devil.

"Ah! How could it be Ishiguro?" She recalled the way the dean of academic affairs, Ishiguro, had coerced her.

She thought of when she first came to this school, this man, with the title of dean of academic affairs, had actually violated the shame of the school's teachers, and now he was ordering students to do such shameless things. This despicable behavior made Yumi tremble with anger.

Her pale pink lower body, her wrists hanging high, Ishiguro looked at Yumi's appearance, and a strange surge of excitement rose in his chest.

He gazed at the standing naked woman, her fair skin and graceful feminine figure eliciting a gasp of admiration from Ishiguro.

"Hey! How rude of you to treat your teacher like that!" Ishiguro snapped at Kwon-teng in a domineering tone.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, this beautiful woman has stirred up inexplicable excitement within me," Kwon-teng said, her head bowed. Yumi wept, her hatred for Ishiguro growing even stronger. Her clear black and white eyes looked down at him with disdain. Ishiguro remained unfazed, a familiar smile playing on his lips.

"How's it going? The environment here isn't bad, is it... Yamaha-sensei?" Yumi glared at Ishiguro, who looked at the semen on her body and the white, cloudy liquid scattered on the bed. Ishiguro said,

"Hey! Who did this?"

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