Sisters at Sacred Heart Business School were repeatedly raped.

That happened a long time ago; I'm writing this down to ease my conscience. Back then…

'Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~'

I reluctantly went to my neighbor's door and rang the doorbell.

While showering, I accidentally dropped my spare bra on the floor. Although I picked it up immediately, the floor was wet from the shower, and both bras were soaked and unwearable.

I remembered there was another bra on the clothesline outside the window, which I'd hung out to dry a couple of days ago; it should be dry by now.

Unfortunately, it was windy all day, and the bra probably wasn't clipped properly, blowing onto my neighbor's clothesline.

Our living room windows faced each other. Initially, I'd only seen the man in my neighbor's house by chance; he looked to be in his early twenties and quite handsome. So, whenever I was bored, I'd peek into his house from behind the curtains.

After a few days, I realized he wasn't a good person.

From my window, I could see the television screen in his living room and the sofa opposite it. Once, I saw a scene from a pornographic DVD on the screen: two naked, fleshy creatures intertwined.

Even more disgusting, he was naked from the waist down, sitting on the sofa, watching the DVD while rubbing his penis.

Although this was inappropriate for children, I was in the midst of adolescence, curious about men and sex, so I was deeply attracted.

Pornographic DVDs were often sold in the shops downstairs from my apartment, which had always piqued my curiosity, but I had never dared to buy them. Now I could watch them for free—wasn't that wonderful?

But I quickly became disappointed. Because of the distance, I couldn't see the content of the television screen clearly. Although I saw one person on top of another, moving their bodies constantly, I couldn't tell which was the man and which was the woman.

After watching for a while, I lost interest and shifted my attention to the man's masturbation.

Although I was only thirteen, I had already developed and had several months of masturbation experience. I forgot when and how I did it for the first time, only remembering that I initially just put half of my pinky finger into my private parts and gently made in-and-out movements until I reached orgasm.

Later, after learning a little about male anatomy, I began to wonder: men don't have vaginas, but instead have a lollipop-like sex organ, which you can imagine with your buttocks, concave and convex. When men have sex with women, they must put that thing into the woman's vagina, but how do they masturbate?

That time I finally saw it: it turns out that they hold that thing in their palm and then keep stroking it back and forth, which seems to be similar to our method of masturbation.

I was mesmerized at first, and after a while I noticed the size of his penis: although the man was tall and strong, and his palm looked big, he still couldn't completely hold that thing: about an inch or two of the penis was sticking out.

After a while, his penis started spurting out white fluid, some of it hitting the TV screen in front of him, but most of it spilled onto the floor.

I felt disgusted and couldn't bear to watch anymore. But in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but think of this man and his penis, and when I masturbated, I would fantasize about his penis inside me...

Then I developed a voyeuristic habit: several nights a week, he would brazenly masturbate on the sofa in the living room, and every time I watched, I couldn't help but masturbate before going to sleep, otherwise I couldn't fall asleep.

Although I had spied on him countless times, apart from his appearance, his physique, and his masturbation, I knew absolutely nothing about him. I didn't know his name, what he did for a living... I didn't want to have face-to-face contact with him, so I hesitated for a while about whether to go and get my bra back.

In the end, I decided to go anyway. I thought that if a girl like me, who was still developing, didn't wear a bra to support her breasts, they might become deformed overnight, and then it would be irreversible.

Also, because I was still developing, including my mind, I didn't realize how dangerous it would be for a young woman and a man to be alone together, especially since I was just a small, vulnerable girl, and the other person was a perverted man…

I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no response. Just as I was about to turn away, the door opened.

"You… little sister, what's the matter?" "

I'm so sorry to bother you. I live next door. I… I have some clothes that were blown onto your clothesline… I wonder if I can retrieve them…" "

Oh, then come in first…" He politely opened the door and let me in.

After I took off my slippers and entered, he asked me, "I just brought the clothes in and didn't check them carefully before putting them in the bedroom drawer. Wait a moment, let me go take a look." "

Thank you so much." I said, but in my heart I was thinking: This clothing, so close to my skin, has been touched by a man; I don't know if I should wear it anymore.

After he went into the room, I stood in the living room waiting. The floor was tiled, and when I stepped on it barefoot, it felt cold and uncomfortable.

Not only was it cold, but I also felt something wet and slippery under my right foot. I quietly moved my right foot away and looked down. There was a thin puddle of water where I had just stepped.

But it wasn't just water; when I moved my foot along the floor, I could feel the sticky liquid, and now I could faintly smell a fishy, foul odor, somewhat like the smell of a man's semen…

A wave of nausea rose in my chest, and I almost turned around and ran home to wash my feet.

But thinking that would only make things more awkward, I endured it. I'd already stepped on it; washing it sooner or later wouldn't make much difference.

After a while, he came out with my bra.

He stood in front of me, and just as I was about to thank him, I noticed him staring at my chest.

From his lecherous gaze, I knew something bad was coming. I looked down, and sure enough, my white t-shirt revealed two small nipples protruding at the tips of my breasts.

I wasn't wearing anything underneath; the loose t-shirt swayed with my movements, lightly brushing against my nipples. No wonder I'd felt so uncomfortable earlier; I'd been so oblivious, unaware that my nipples were erect, and being subjected to this lecherous gaze.

"You…" I said, my face burning with anger, covering my chest with my hands.

"Hehe… little sister, please don't misunderstand. Although you said the bra is yours, how do I know you're not lying? So at least I need to check if your size fits this bra, but after looking for a while, I still can't be sure… why don't you lift up your t-shirt, so I can see more clearly…"

What?! Lift up my t-shirt? I wasn't wearing anything under my t-shirt. If I lifted it up, wouldn't he see my bare breasts? Even if I was wearing a bra, I wouldn't do this just to get one back. This man is seriously crazy.

I snorted and said, "Fine, don't give it to me then." I turned to leave, but he wouldn't let me see. "If you won't let me see, then you must be stealing someone else's things, so you're feeling guilty."

He said I stole someone else's bra? That's ridiculous. Even though we were in someone else's house, I couldn't help but yell at him, "You pervert! If you keep bothering me, I'm going to scream!"

To my surprise, he showed no fear whatsoever, instead grinning and saying, "I think it's you, you pervert, who's been bothering me all this time. You keep peeping at me while I'm masturbating, and then you come here under some pretext..."

What... he meant... he knew I was peeping at him all along...?

"You've seen my penis so many times, it's not unreasonable for me to want to see your breasts now, is it?" he said, moving closer and closer to me.

I was cornered against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat. I yelled at him, "If you come any closer, I'm really going to scream!"

Seeing my serious attitude, he hesitated for a moment, then laughed and said, "Little sister, don't be so neurotic. I was just joking with you. Who would be interested in a little girl like you who hasn't even grown any hair yet? Do you think I'm a perverted pedophile..."

As he spoke, he handed me his bra, and only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. Luckily, I scared him off. If he had come back, I wasn't sure I'd have had the courage to shout. If things got out of hand and the neighbors found out I'd been peeping at a man masturbating, how could I ever face anyone again? My parents might even beat me to death.

I don't know if I was being overly nervous or what, but even though his attitude softened, I felt a strange smile playing on his lips, which sent chills down my spine. So I remained vigilant, afraid he was hiding some scheme or that he might change his mind.

When I took the bra in my hand, I felt it was wet and sticky. I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me that it was semen. I felt both embarrassed and angry, and my face burned.

Seeing my expression and reaction, his smile deepened. I felt like I'd been tricked.

He was definitely up to no good; no wonder he'd suddenly been so agreeable and willing to give the bra back.

"Hehe... I'm really sorry, I used your bra to masturbate just now... and I accidentally ejaculated on it..."

I almost fainted. This man was even more perverted than I imagined. Although he claimed he wasn't a pedophile, I was certain he was a fetishist. He had touched my bra, and I'd wanted to throw it in the trash long ago, so I could tolerate it being soiled. But now even my hands were stained with this pervert's venom. I was incredibly unlucky.

I angrily threw the bra at him and turned to leave. I really wanted to yell at him, but with someone as shameless as him, yelling wouldn't help. It was better to leave quickly. I didn't want to linger in this filthy place for even a second longer, and I certainly didn't want to deal with this man for even a second longer.

But as soon as I turned around, he attacked from behind. Caught off guard, he easily grabbed me from behind. I reacted quickly, realizing I was in danger, and immediately tried to scream, but he was faster. Before I could even cry out, he had already flipped up the hem of my t-shirt and covered my head with it.

"Help..." My voice couldn't carry; I only heard my own low scream. Although a chill ran down my upper body, I had no time to protect my exposed breasts. At that moment, the most important thing was to get rid of the pervert's harassment. Besides continuing to scream, I also tried to fight back with my hands.

I reached behind me with one hand, trying to push him away, and tried to pull down my t-shirt with the other, but I failed. My hands were quickly subdued, my wrists were firmly grabbed, and I couldn't move. Finally, they were forcibly tied behind my back.

Then I was lifted up by the waist. I couldn't see anything, but I quickly knew he was going to take me into the bedroom because he pushed me down onto the soft bed from behind.

My long skirt was lifted up, and I had no way to escape because I was pressed down and couldn't even turn around. His fingers went into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down to my thighs in one go.

My buttocks were completely exposed to the air. His hands roughly rubbed and kneaded them, then he reached forward and played with my genitals.

"No..." His fingers rubbed my genitals until they were hot and itchy, making me feel a little uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that he forcibly inserted his fingers into my body, moving them in and out of my vagina.

Although I sometimes put my fingers in my vagina when I masturbate, my fingers are never as thick as his, nor as rough as his, so even though I'm used to masturbating, I can't stand his abuse.

But the worst was yet to come. After moving his fingers in and out for a while, he pulled them out, then turned me over, raised my legs, and a tearing pain shot through my lower body as I felt something hard being forced into my genitals.

Then he resumed his rough thrusting, but this time, what was ravaging me was a male organ much larger than his fingers.

Although I had lost my virginity three or four days ago, being raped by a man again still caused me immense pain.

He thrust in and out about ten times. I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, until he finally ejaculated.

I felt him spray hot liquid inside me, and then his penis withdrew from my vagina, the liquid flowing out of my private parts. Then, the t-shirt covering my face was pulled down, revealing his lewd face and bloodshot eyes.

"So you're not a virgin anymore... I didn't expect you to be so young and already having affairs..."

No! I didn't... I cried out in my heart, which also brought back painful memories for him...

It happened a few days ago. That afternoon, I was home alone. I had just come home from school and was studying in my elementary school uniform.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw two men standing outside.

They said they were the downstairs tenants, and the TV had suddenly become static, so they wanted to come up and adjust the antenna.

Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. Although the antenna downstairs extended from my window to the rooftop, if it were to be adjusted, it should have gone up to the rooftop, not into my house. Unfortunately, I didn't suspect anything and opened the door, letting the wolves into my

home. Two grown men easily subdued me, a thirteen-year-old girl. I realized something was wrong, but it was too late to resist. I was pushed onto the bed in the bedroom.

To protect my virginity, I resisted desperately, but of course, it was useless. I could only adopt a non-cooperative attitude, moving my body erratically.

In the chaos, I was knocked unconscious. But I still had a little consciousness, and my lower body was constantly being violated.

When I woke up again, I was lying on my bed in my own bedroom with my legs spread open. My elementary school uniform was ripped off, my bra was hanging on my arms, and my underwear was hanging on my thighs. I felt a stinging pain in my lower body. When I reached down to touch it, I felt a sticky, slippery liquid flowing out of my private parts.

I brought my fingers, stained with the filth, to my eyes. It was my first contact with male semen. The sticky, slippery white liquid emitted a foul odor, and when I looked closer, I couldn't help but cry out in pain. There were specks of blood mixed in with the liquid; I knew my innocent body had been defiled.

I was at a loss, too afraid to tell anyone, and just wanted to wash away the filth. I ran into the bathroom and repeatedly washed myself clean. I knew my sister and mother wouldn't be back so soon, so I spent a full hour showering before cleaning the bed, making sure there wasn't a trace left.

I tried to treat it as a nightmare, and although my emotions gradually calmed down, my private parts still ached. Even masturbation didn't help, and now, being brutally violated again, the old ailment was severely aggravated, causing me unbearable pain.

Although he had already satisfied his lust, he wasn't finished with me and moved on to violate my breasts.

"No...please let me go..." "

Hehe...I didn't expect you to offer yourself up when I borrowed your bra to shoot, otherwise I would have saved some ammo...but there's still plenty of time, I can fire a few more shots at you without a problem..."

"Please let me go... If my family comes back later and doesn't see me... they'll definitely call the police... Let me go now... I promise I won't tell anyone..." "

Hey, don't be so rude! This morning I saw your parents dragging a huge pile of luggage out, and I heard them say they were going to Italy for two or three weeks..."

"But my sister will be home from school soon... If she doesn't see me at home... she'll call the police too..."

But this didn't scare him; instead, it aroused his wicked thoughts about my sister.

"Your sister... you mean your student at Sacred Heart College of Commerce in Canossa? Heh, I've been wanting that kind of office lady student for a long time. Thanks for reminding me. Anyway, you're not a virgin, so you can sleep with your sister as compensation."

He leered at the photo of me and my sister in the Sacred Heart College of Commerce uniform in the room, and my heart sank.

"No! Please don't hurt my sister. Do whatever you want to me, please don't hurt my sister..." I pleaded desperately.

"Hehe... So you're begging me to sleep with you now? Don't worry, after I've dealt with your young lady, I'll definitely grant your wish!" "

No! No!" Thinking of the tragic fate that was about to befall my chaste sister, I couldn't help but scream hysterically.

"Don't make a sound!" He slapped me several times, but for my sister's sake, I endured the pain and screamed for help.

To stop me from screaming, he first stuffed his underwear into my mouth, then found two towels. One towel was used to tie my mouth so I couldn't spit out his underwear, and the other towel was used to tie my feet.

After threatening me not to move, he turned and left the room. I saw a fruit knife stuck in the waistband of his pants.

I struggled incessantly, but my hands were tied very tightly, and no matter how much I struggled, it was useless. With great effort, I was finally able to sit up, and in the large mirror hanging on the wall in the room, I saw that what was tied around my hands was my bra.

I moved my body, trying to cut the bra strap binding my hands by finding a sharp notch in the marble edge of the windowsill, but the material was too tough. I was covered in sweat but made no progress.

Just then, I heard a man and woman talking outside the half-open door. Although I couldn't make out what they were saying, I knew the woman was my sister.

Sister! Danger! Run! Don't talk to that man!

I kept shouting in my mind, but my sister didn't sense me and was tricked into the house.

"Your sister is lying in that room. Let me help you take her home!"

"Thank you so much..." Before my sister could finish speaking, she appeared in the bedroom doorway. When she saw me, her face showed surprise, and at the same time, the man pulled out a sharp knife from behind and held it to my sister's neck.

He immediately grabbed my sister from behind, and even through her shirt, I could feel how elastic her breasts were. My sister immediately resisted. Her whole body shook as she resisted, and he pushed her down onto the sofa.

"Waaah...let me go...waaah...please...please...don't..."

Her soft, defenseless breasts were being kneaded and deformed beneath the thin, silk fabric. As she twisted and turned, her school uniform skirt billowed between her thighs, revealing her alluring pink legs encased in sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose...

He kneaded her soft, warm breasts through her light blue tight-fitting shirt, then further tore open the collar of her light blue school uniform shirt. I watched in astonishment as the pretty little buttons that adorned her cleavage bounced off and rolled under the sofa.

I saw a white lace bra, and inside the bra were her firm breasts. He pulled her bra up, fully exposing her breasts, immediately revealing her tiny, beautiful pink nipples. He kneaded her breasts while sucking on her small, pink nipples.

My sister frowned, tears streaming down her face. Then he rolled up the hem of her slit, tight-fitting skirt, draping it over her swaying waist, and roughly tore apart her thin, flesh-colored, sheer stockings at the crotch, scattering them in two pieces…

He pulled off her narrow, semi-transparent silk panties through her high heels and threw them aside. My sister's face was flushed, and the scent emanating from her body made her unable to cope. She tightly closed her eyes, violently shaking her head in resistance against his lewdness.

"Ah!…Oh…No…!" He grabbed my sister's two beautiful ankles and knelt between her fair legs. When his dark penis pressed against her delicate abdomen, my sister couldn't help but feel panic and fear!

"───!" My sister gasped, staring at him for a few seconds, then looking at her genitals, and then at me.

Tears welled up in her eyes…her mouth was slightly open.

"Ha…ha…? Zhang…Zhang…you…." These words seemed to be squeezed out of my sister's mouth with great difficulty.

"I...ha...I..." My sister stared at me in disbelief, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently in her light blue school uniform shirt, and tears welled up in her eyes...

Tears streamed down her face as she gasped for breath. One, two, three...three drops. Just then, his body suddenly moved on its own. He covered her mouth and pushed her down.

"Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh───!!! Ugh ugh ugh!!!" My sister grabbed his hands, trying desperately to pull them away, but it was no use; he was using tremendous force.

Her legs kicked wildly, but it was useless, because his body was between her legs.

"Pretty girl...let's put on a good show for your sister, let me continue."

"Ugh!!! Ugh───!!! Ugh ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!!!" My sister kept making sounds and shaking her head, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at me. For some reason, he became even more excited.

"Hey... I've always wanted to fuck you, Sacred Heart student... Give it to me?" He pressed his erect penis against her private parts. She probably understood without him saying a word, because she struggled even more fiercely.

"Hehe, the way you struggle excites me..."

Unlike before, he didn't fuck me quickly; he slowly played with her. He deliberately slid the head of his penis all over her private parts, sometimes pretending to thrust, sometimes deliberately inserting it in the wrong place. This made her even more nervous and frightened, tears streaming down her face.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." She released his left hand and instead pressed it against his chest, her legs no longer kicking wildly, but instead using her knees to push against his abdomen.

Her tears continued to flow, her head constantly swaying from side to side at slight angles. He bit her earlobe and inserted his tongue, which made her resist, her head constantly moving in the opposite direction.

He, of course, followed suit, and finally, she turned her face to the side, tilting her head back, accepting his play.

"Ugh... Heh!... Hmm... Heh!..." My sister let out short, soft gasps, her moans... a sound both adorable and sinful.

"Tired?"

"Ugh... Ugh..." My sister shook her head slightly in fear.

"But I can't hold back anymore." He grinned wickedly, taking his free hand and aiming his penis at my sister's vagina.

My sister's expression was full of terror, her gaze following his right hand. My sister's lower body swayed from side to side, trying to avoid the pervert's assault. The moment

his glans touched my sister's private parts, her gaze immediately returned to my face, she suddenly inhaled deeply, and her chest rose considerably. The scent emanating from the Sacred Heart uniform hanging on my sister's body excited him even more.

"Ugh...ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ahh!!!" With a sudden thrust, he shoved his entire glans inside. My sister couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing my sister's pain, he became even more delighted and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha...did you see that? It's in! Pretty girl..."

"Ugh────!!!" My sister was sobbing, tears still flowing, looking truly pitiful.

"You...uh, despicable!" My sister sobbed.

"Ugh-ha!" This was my sister's groan, as he quickly thrust his hips twice in return. Her eyes, which had been closed due to the stimulation, opened again and looked at me.

"Great..." He thrust his hips again, but this time he didn't stop.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph...hmph...hmph..." My sister was still looking at me, but she was still enduring it, not making a sound, only letting out some breathy sounds from her nose.

"Hmph...hmph...uh!" He pulled his sister's hands away, bent down to hug her, and kissed her lips. His sister weakly pushed him away with her hands, kicking her legs meaninglessly even though she knew she couldn't escape.

His waist didn't stop, the slight creaking of the sofa mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Because my mouth was covered, I could hear some sounds more clearly, the moans that a woman should make. The

tearing pain in her tight vagina made his sister tremble all over, her face pale, her brows furrowed as she turned her face to me... Her weak arms were folded up and spread out on either side of her fragrant shoulders, revealing her smooth, shaved armpits.

Her slender legs, dangling in the air, were wrapped in torn stockings, her delicate feet in high heels swaying with each thrust… Forced, the older sister in her blue school uniform skirt spread her legs wide, her pink labia half-open beneath the tattered, flesh-colored sheer stockings, enduring the torment of the dark penis.

He pulled her fair hand, letting her slender fingers caress her labia, which were now curled from the penetration. His thick penis, through her delicate fingers, pounded into her tender vulva. The older sister knew that her virginity, given to a man, was gone. I also saw her virgin blood being drawn out by his penis.

“Beautiful girl… I’m going to cum…” he said, pulling away from her lips. At that moment, she turned her head away, closing her eyes and mouth, only letting out muffled groans.

“Coming!” He hugged her body tightly and thrust rapidly.

"Hmm!" Just before ejaculating, he thrust his hips one last time with force. All I knew was that he was now continuously injecting semen into my sister's vagina...

After a short period of ejaculation, he withdrew his penis. I saw pinkish semen flowing between my sister's legs, which were covered by torn, thin, flesh-colored transparent stockings.

I looked at my sister, who had turned her pink face to the side, covered her red lips with the back of her hand, and was sobbing softly. Her shoulder-length hair and light blue school uniform shirt were trembling. Her two pink legs, wearing light high heels, were weakly resting on the sofa armrest. Her bent legs were limp against the sofa back. My sister, filled with humiliation and extreme pain, stretched out her slender hands and gently pressed her swollen and tender belly...

Just as he said, he wasn't a pedophile... He just kept saying he would mess with me, his younger sister, threatening my sister...

"Pretty girl! Give me oral sex!" "To prevent me from being violated, my sister had no choice but to kneel in front of him and suck his penis.

That entire night, my usually strong sister, her brow furrowed, writhed with each thrust of the pervert, her body swaying back and forth in her Sacred Heart school uniform. Unable to bear the constant rape, she couldn't help but groan in pain.

A month later, to give my sister and me more living space, our parents moved out, marking the beginning of another nightmare…

Using the video footage they had taken that night as leverage, he made a copy of our house key and, before his marriage, would periodically come to our house to assault my sister."

Even on the wedding day, he didn't let her off the hook. He sneaked into the bride's room, and I was guarding the door. I watched as he used his hands to roam over my sister's body from behind. My sister was supporting herself on the dressing table with her left hand, her left leg, a white high heel, on another chair, her right hand desperately pressing against her mouth, forced to look at her reflection in the dressing table mirror...

His hands were through the white veil, caressing her breasts and stimulating her nipples. Under the pure white wedding dress, her legs were forced open to receive the humiliation of his flesh. Yes, he was raping my sister, who was wearing a wedding dress.

"Oh God!" My sister and I were heartbroken and burst into tears...

During the toasting ceremony, I saw my sister change into a Chinese cheongsam. My sister begged him not to ruin her wedding, and because there wasn't enough time, he forced her to kneel down and perform oral sex...

That night, my brother-in-law was drunk in the hall after being played with, and my sister couldn't escape her fate again.

"When you were performing oral sex on me while I was kneeling down, you made me lose control. I'm going to punish you." The

perpetrator, having achieved his goal, pulled up the long, sheer stockings and pink high heels that had caused his arousal to her waist, tearing the stockings at the crotch and pulling down her panties, which hung on her thighs. He loosened the buttons and zippers of the cheongsam, freeing her tightly bound breasts, which heaved and swayed, her pink nipples already erect. Her hands were raised and pressed against the bed.

"Ugh!" That night, my sister, whose face was incomparably beautiful, shed two lines of clear tears that flowed down the back of my hand that I had pressed against her mouth. Because his penis had penetrated through her stockings again and ruthlessly entered her, the pain in her lower body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. What was even more painful was that he was the one who had taken her virginity, and that her wedding night wasn't with her beloved husband but with him again...

"Great... I'll be the groom tonight!" He thrust his hips again, raping her mature body that was constantly writhing under her Chinese wedding cheongsam. My sister cried again, her moans of anguish echoing throughout the night as she was repeatedly assaulted.

If I could, I would rather switch places with my sister. Over the years, I've matured and become quite beautiful, attracting many suitors, but he just wouldn't pursue me. Maybe he didn't like me because I wasn't a virgin when he did?

Things got worse after we got married. My brother-in-law frequently went on business trips abroad, only returning to Hong Kong for three days a month. Plus, my sister had a new identity…

My brother-in-law asked my sister why she still kept that Sacred Heart school uniform in her closet. My sister lied and said it was out of nostalgia for her alma mater. The truth was, that uniform was a tool for sexual abuse, and my sister deeply resented the harm her alma mater had caused him.

Before and after marriage, he raped her countless times at home, always while she wore thin, transparent white stockings, black high heels, white silk underwear, and the Sacred Heart OL-style light blue shirt and blue pencil skirt uniform.

On the day of her first rape, I was forced to stand by as a spectator, bound and gagged. During the act of deflowering, she didn't remove her Sacred Heart OL-style school uniform. I watched as her tight vagina, with little lubrication, refused to use any vaginal fluid. She was forced into different positions by his large penis…

In the missionary position, she gripped the sheets tightly, her stockings and high heels swaying wildly around his waist, just like the penis penetrating her lower body.

In the rear position, she supported herself on the headboard with her left hand, arching her upper body and revealing her swaying breasts beneath her light blue Sacred Heart OL uniform. Her right hand weakly pushed him back, slapping his hand as he gripped her slender waist and thrust violently.

In the woman-on-top position, besides constantly pushing away his hands from her breasts, she also had to press on his stomach to prevent her body from sagging, struggling to hold on, but she couldn't stop his penis, exceeding her capacity, from thrusting in and out of her narrow Sacred Heart OL uniform skirt.

Watching my sister being violated so many times while wearing her school uniform, her labia remained as straight and unblemished as during her first time. He even praised her vagina for still being as tight as a virgin's, her small nipples still pink, and her breasts as firm as they were in her school days…

But every position was the same. Her hair, initially tied in a school ponytail, was eventually forced to come undone. Pushing her hair aside, I saw her innocent face contorted with pain and tears streaming down her face. I kept hearing her painful moans and cries, repeatedly telling her to stop, but her Sacred Heart OL-style school uniform kept pounding on her body.

Watching my sister being raped and weeping, I sometimes felt excited, my face flushed.

That's how it happened. He raped my sister, who was dressed as a student and an office lady, a combination of a newlywed woman and a woman in her prime, completely satisfying the desires of this perverted man. It's truly ironic; since

my sister was infertile, he didn't need condoms, and the number of times he came to molest her increased, even taking advantage of her menstrual period to give him the feeling of playing with a virgin. One day, he had health problems and was admitted to Baptist Hospital. My sister and I thought we could finally rest, but out of boredom, he went online and saw a pornographic article titled "Raping a PolyU Nurse in a Hospital Bed," and his lust was aroused again.

But we couldn't actually hire a Baptist nurse to rape her, could we?

So, I kept watch behind the ward door, reading the rape article on my phone the whole time, and then seeing my sister become the protagonist of the article.

The scene was just like that article: in a single hospital room, my sister's mouth was stuffed with her underwear to prevent her from screaming in pain. She wasn't wearing a nurse's uniform, but her Sacred Heart school uniform—a blue pencil skirt pushed up to her waist, her stockinged legs and high heels—was kneeling on the hospital bed, being raped from behind. Tears streamed down her face again, her breasts, beneath her office lady blouse, still bouncing rapidly before he gripped them tightly, indicating he had ejaculated again…

That was the first time he had sex outside of home, but also the last. The day after raping my sister in the Baptist hospital bed, the bastard died of acute hepatitis. The footage of my sister's first time being raped was successfully found and destroyed, and our nightmare finally ended.

Rape.

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Sisters at Sacred Heart Business School were repeatedly raped.

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