[Raped after being drugged]

After being drugged and raped,

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

Beads of sweat glistened 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. Ishiguro's face
flushed with excitement.

That evening, at a farewell party for his fellow teachers, Ishiguro was also present. Taking advantage of others' inattention, he
drugged Hiromi's drink

with a secret Chinese anesthetic. Hiromi, at the party, stubbornly refused to think too much; if
Ishiguro pretended to persuade her to drink that last cup, his scheme would succeed.

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

Hiromi's elegant eyes, also red from the alcohol, were 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 scene.

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 busied himself so much that
he stripped Yumi naked in just a few moments.

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

Her high, mountain-like buttocks, combined with her serpentine waist, resembled an inverted gourd, and
her tucked-in navel was accentuated by her beauty. 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 them, and licked his lips.
At that moment, he was drooling from the sight of her.

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 shoulders, then licked her cheeks like a delicious meal; her
snow-white skin was covered in Ishiguro's saliva.

Ishiguro saw Yumi's sculpted body, his heart pounding. His mouth was dry, his eyes glazed over,
like a woman in a trance, driven mad.

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

One hand cupped her white, full breasts, kneading them, his fingertips rubbing her nipples, which swayed
wildly. Her breasts, full and elastic, 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 stroking them.

He boldly caressed her, his hand tracing 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 his flushed cheeks, his tongue reaching for his sensitive ear. 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 making her blush.

She heard the chaotic breathing sounds again beside her ear, feeling uneasy. Turning her head, she saw
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
.

Her 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 pinned down Yumi, who was trying to escape, and Yumi struggled with all her might. The man's hand, which she loathed,
touched her boneless body.

"You... what happened to me?"

(Is this a hotel? Why am I here? Can't I escape?)

Yumi cried anxiously.

"Oh dear! Don't you remember? You left after the farewell, and then you fainted 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 alright! You look beautiful even without clothes."

Ishiguro leaned against her lower body, his gaze searching her naked body. Yumi calmly surveyed the room,
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 .

"Where are my clothes? Why are you taking 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 for her
secret area covered by pubic hair.

"Ah! No! No! You filthy man."

Ishiguro's fingertips rubbed against the woman's secret opening, and Yumi cried out in anguish. Ishiguro's hand pressed down on Yumi
's flailing limbs, making her unable to move.

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

"Shh! Shh! Be good!" She looked at the man in front of her, feeling so humiliated! Large tears

streamed down Yumi's clear, beautiful eyes . 　　Yumi's crying ignited Ishiguro's sadistic lust. His hand once again invaded the base of her thighs, his fingers moving over Yumi's garden, stroking it forcefully. 　　"Don't cry! It's not scary, it feels good." 　　Ishiguro's voice whispered in her ear, like a cat's, soothing her. Yumi felt... her heart pounded, her body trembled. 　　Ishiguro slowly played with her hands. His fingertips pressed against her split vulva, kneading the flesh, sometimes turning back, moving towards the clitoris above the crack, beginning to pierce it. 　　Ishiguro had long planned how to attack Yumi's mature body, completely ignoring Yumi's crying and pleading 　　"No! No! No..." 　　Yumi cried out loudly, and beautiful music resounded in Ishiguro's heart, reaching his ears. 　　Ishiguro's fingers, on Yumi's most shameful part, touching the cracked area, stroked up and down, seeing that Yumi's lower body was wet. 　　"It feels really good, doesn't it, Mr. Yamaha!" 　　Yumi's face turned red, and she kept saying no! Her head kept shaking. 　　"What do you mean no! Is that it? Don't you want some fun?" Ishiguro 　　said, blinded by desire. 　　Yumi's head shook violently, her pearly skin glowing white, her breasts bouncing. Ishiguro, his gaze fixed on Yumi's breasts, looked down at his genitals. He placed his hand on them , wanting to feel their firmness. 　　After a moment's thought, Ishiguro touched her private parts and then pushed his middle cried out, 　　"No! No, don't touch me anymore!" 　　"Haha! Don't touch me there! Ha..." 　　Ishiguro kneaded Yumi's breasts, his heart burning with desire as he caressed her breasts. The full, mature breasts, so soft, made Ishiguro sigh and say: 　　"Ah! What soft breasts! My hands are captivated by you, I can't put them down!" 　　he said, kneading her breasts with his wicked hands. Yumi cried out violently. Ishiguro began to caress 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 charming 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 god-like dean had revealed his beastly nature. 　　"Hehe...you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 　　Ishiguro grabbed Yumi's wrist as she cried. Looking at Yumi, whose long hair was disheveled on her white back, she was lying down, her shoulders shaking. Ishiguro looked at this alluring body, the beauty of being abused, and his excitement grew stronger. His genitals began to swell. 　　His hands parted the black hair and caressed Yumi's pale back. Yumi 　　groaned in despair as Ishiguro brought his nose close to her body, inhaling deeply and 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 and unable to move, listening to Ishiguro's lewd tone . 　　"Despicable male educator..." 　　Yumi bit her lip hatefully, drawing a trace of blood. 　　She felt she could no longer resist. 　　Ishiguro looked at Yumi's lewd breasts, her swollen breasts, like small hills of flesh, her pale pink nipples trembling slightly. 　　"Ah...it's so beautiful, my cock is so hard! Yamaha-sensei." 　　Ishiguro's expression was one of utter ecstasy. 　　Ishiguro reached out his devilish hand, lovingly kneading her beautiful flesh, gently sweeping his fingers over her entire body. His strong hands again kneaded her pale pink nipples, his fingertips teasing them, and the nipples, unable to withstand the teasing of his fingers, became hard and erect. 　　Ishiguro buried his face in her chest, opening his mouth to blow on her nipples, while his other hand thoroughly . 　　She simply couldn't bear this despicable man sucking on her breasts; the feeling was extremely...heartbreaking. Yumi cried .

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

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

Her face flushed red, tears and sweat mingled on her skin, her black hair disheveled, and she cried incessantly. Ishiguro's despicable
body clung to hers. 4

"So good! Yamaha-sensei, let me hold you tighter."

He looked at the sorrowful Yumi, her beautiful face, and Ishiguro whispered.

His thick lips drew near 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 as she recalled the scene of their farewell.

Yumi Yamaha had left Tokyo to become an English teacher at Seimei Academy in N City. A year
passed . That evening, personnel changes were decided, and a farewell banquet was held at a restaurant to bid farewell

to Harue Sakaguchi, who was being transferred. Yumi, who had gotten along very well with her colleagues and teachers during her year at Harue Academy, was also
favored by many because of her beauty.

At the farewell banquet, Yumi's seatmate was the Dean of Studies, Fumio Ishiguro.

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

He was a bald, old man, always smiling, and over fifty years old. His eyes
shone with a sharp, predatory light, like those of a beast. Yumi felt a strong sense of disgust the moment she saw him.

At the table, Ishiguro watched the male teacher fawn over Yumi, filled with jealousy. They were
drinking together, one glass after another. Yumi's posture was graceful; every man who saw her was intoxicated.

After an hour, Yumi stood up to leave, and Ishiguro unexpectedly offered her a drink—
the last one, of course.

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

She reached the courtyard, gazing at the full moon, and felt a powerful wave of intoxication wash over her.

(Am I really drunk…?)

She was astonished by the changes in her body. She frowned, leaned against a pillar, her body went numb, and her consciousness
began to fade…

"Ah! What's wrong, Mr. Yamaha!"

A man's voice came from behind her, and Yumi lost consciousness as well.

"Ah...you despicable man, taking advantage of my vulnerability, how wicked!"

Yumi, realizing he had ulterior motives, could only weep in vain.

"Ah! Teacher, from the first time I saw you, I fell in love with 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 resist.

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

"Ahhh..."

Her face turned upwards, resisting fiercely, Yumi crying intensely.

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

"Ah! I see it, Yamaha-sensei."

Yumi's secret part was wet. Ishiguro touched that beautiful, mysterious part, his fingers pressing against the sweet flesh
, inserting into the thin membrane inside. The pale pink virgin lips were revealed; she had little sexual experience, and Ishiguro's
heart raced.

The soft lips of her vagina, deep inside, flowed with sweet, lustful fluid, hot and sticky to Ishiguro's fingertips. Yumi
moved her head, constantly resisting.

Suddenly, his fingers pierced into her wet, cracked opening, digging deep into her garden. Then Ishiguro pulled down his pants,
grasping his engorged, enormous penis, and approached 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 revealed a look of certain death, her numb body unable to move,
her mouth constantly screaming.

"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, her upper body swayed violently from side to side, and Ishiguro forcefully pressed Yumi's body down,
his black hair sticking to her cheeks.

She felt unable to think; the numbness was overwhelming 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 walls were closed, and Ishiguro thrust 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 flesh plunging inside. 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 loudly. Ishiguro used his hand...
He covered her mouth.

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

"Ah! A virgin...hehe...that's amazing!"

Ishiguro felt wonderful, his waist moving vigorously.

When his penis entered Yumi's vagina...a lewd panting sound came, and 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 . In the academy during this winter break, there was a tense atmosphere.

On this day, she was wearing a dark blue suit and white underwear, and not only these clothes, but her bra,
pantyhose, and panties were also removed.

His fingers tapped on her already erect nipples, and an indescribable pleasure
flowed through her body like a river. His hand went from the bottom of her secret place, his fingers pressing and rubbing her clitoris, a numbing pleasure
pushing all the way to her mouth.

Two fingers easily slipped deep into her pink, honeyed depths. A beastly
moan :

"Ah! Ah..."

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

Seeing her round, white breasts and her small, delicate vulva, his fingers teased her labia, his penis
hardening with desire.

That night, Sakaguchi Harue reported the incident to the police, while Ishiguro had considerable backing, allowing him to
freely indulge in his womanizing. This was also due to Sakaguchi Harue's transfer, as he was the only witness.

Ishiguro wiped the sweat from his bald head, a habitual smile spreading across his face. He took a heavy breath and said,

"Ah! This is so beautiful."

He inserted his penis into her labia, his hips moving rhythmically.

His lewd gaze lingered on Yumi's body, her mature, devilish figure at twenty-four fully captured 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."

Observing Yumi's reaction, he added,

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

"You're a despicable person, Dean of Studies,"

Yumi said, getting dressed and standing up. At that moment, Ishiguro's desire was aroused again. "

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

He was 160 centimeters tall, with long hair flowing down his back, and Ishiguro told Yumi with a sidelong glance. Instantly, she felt
a coercive tone in his voice.

"I remember,"

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

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