The Devil Camera of Erotic Tales

(Zero)

"Click."

With a soft sound, an image exactly like yours is imprinted
on a wondrous medium by a sophisticated instrument. Every part captured is accurately and swiftly transformed into an image.

It's as if another version of yourself has been locked onto a tiny piece of paper, locked into another space.

The camera is such a wondrous machine.

People who encounter a camera for the first time are filled with great fear, believing that
the photograph, identical to themselves, has stolen their souls.

Science tells us that's just nonsense.

But when you hold your own photograph and carefully examine the individual in it,
don't you really feel anything special? Is that tiny photograph really just recording an image
?

Every camera, in fact, is an eye.

...This is also a camera, only it's not a product of the real world.

It belongs to that wondrous world full of desire. What will happen when that man presses the shutter? Will it
be erotic or terrifying, eerie or interesting?

Let us quietly watch.

"Click."

(I)

When he took out a new masterpiece from the darkroom, tissues were already laid out next to the bedsheets, and
the vibrator made from the genitals of a famous AV actress was placed in the center of the bedsheets.

Shinji Sudo untied the belt of his bathrobe, pinched the edge of the photo with one hand, and reached down to his genitals with the other, rubbing
his increasingly engorged penis.

He stared intently at the photo, his eyes slightly red, and his penis quickly became erect. He lay down
on the bedsheets and forcefully inserted his erect penis into the vibrator, kissing the photo in his hand, his buttocks
swaying along with it.

Shinji Sudo, 24 years old, dropped out of university, unemployed, living a miserable
life on the allowance sent by his parents.

He was handsome enough to have had three or four girlfriends, and had slept with all of them,
but none of them could excite him like this.

Even though what he was holding in his hand was just a photograph.

The photo was clearly taken secretly. The beautiful office lady, engrossed in conversation with her friend, didn't realize her
tight skirt had ridden up. In an occasional, unconscious leg movement,
an alluring slit appeared at the base of her full thighs.

His lens captured this seemingly ordinary moment.

At the end of the deep slit, a hint of purple could be faintly seen.

That must be the office lady's underwear, and inside, it must be filled with the mature
womanly scent unique to her age. Just thinking about that scent made Shinji's penis throb and swell.

He loved this kind of mature, voluptuous beauty, like a ripe peach in autumn. But with his abilities,
he could only lure naive, ordinary-looking high school girls into bed. Even when he brought them to multiple orgasms,
Shinji felt no satisfaction.

He wanted to see real women writhing and moaning beneath him.

Fantasy became his only outlet. He began to secretly take photos,
searching for women who could arouse his lust in the bustling streets of Shibuya, the noisy entrance to Disneyland , and the sleazy alleys of Ginza. Then, he would find the most alluring
angle and silently slip the photos into his camera.

After developing the photos, he would masturbate like he was now, imagining penetrating the woman's body in the photos, until he
was almost at the peak of climax, then pantingly he would pull out his penis and spray his semen onto the photos.

(II)

Working at his friend's coffee shop wasn't Shinji's original intention, but he really needed the money.

His camera had broken.

He took it to a repair shop, only to be told it was beyond repair. He had no choice but to put buying a new camera on his schedule.

Shinji was a young man with a strong sex drive, and masturbation was more important than brushing his teeth before bed when he didn't have a girlfriend
. But now he had lost the source of his sexual desire.

The glamorous actresses writhing on the screen only provided him with direct stimulation, far less than his imagination
or the reality of candid photos. He quickly grew tired of them.
The women in those contrived photoshoots were all quite attractive, but the excessive retouching lacked the realism he preferred.

After a few weeks, neither of those things could make him ejaculate.

And his salary wouldn't arrive for another ten days; it would take at least two months' worth of that salary to buy him
a camera he was satisfied with.

Just thinking about it made him miserable.

His friend's coffee shop was next to a bustling office district. During lunch breaks and after work, many attractive office
ladies would be drinking coffee there. Shinji was particularly enthusiastic in serving them, not because he wanted to try and catch
their eye, but because he wanted to sneak peeks at what lay beneath their collars while they were looking at their orders,
imprinting it firmly in his mind as material for his masturbation that night.

The rest of the time, all Shinji could do was mind the shop. The place was so empty that even hanging a "
Closed " sign wouldn't cause him any financial loss, so he could only stare blankly at the bustling crowd outside.

Shinji didn't see a single female customer he found attractive that day, let alone anyone's breasts or
thighs. Bored, he returned to his shabby apartment, already contemplating whether to buy a new photobook.

Just as he unlocked the door to get his money and started deciding whose photobook to buy, his
foot kicked a long, flat package wrapped in brown paper.

There was no sender, no postmark or stamp; it lay haphazardly on the entryway floor, like trash
slipped .

He picked it up and shook it; it was heavy, making little noise. His fingers
felt the hard metallic texture of the metal box, probably only the size of a wallet.

Was it a new sales tactic or some strange bomb? Only opening it would tell.

So he opened the package.

And there he was, a camera.

(iii)

Shinji had never seen this type of camera before; there was nothing on the entire silver casing that could be used as a commercial product.
The camera's markings didn't include any necessary specifications or data. The camera's setup was also strange; there was only
one button—the shutter button—and no power switch. At the bottom was a narrow slit that seemed to directly output film, but there was no
way to insert paper. The entire body couldn't be opened, and there was no battery or similar component.

It couldn't hold film, so it was supposed to be a digital camera, but after searching the entire casing, there was no way to connect
it to a computer.

The only port that could fit anything inside was a small hole, just big enough for Shinji's little finger.
It was dark inside, and because the camera was so small, the hole was almost
the same size as the camera's thickness.

He thought for a moment, then inserted his little finger, wanting to feel what was inside.

After inserting one knuckle, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his fingertip. Shinji cried out and pulled his finger out
, revealing a needle prick wound, like one seen at a hospital for blood sampling.

"What?! Who's playing a prank!" he muttered in annoyance, about to toss the metal box aside,
but just then, the metal cover covering the camera lens slowly opened.

He hesitated for a moment, then peered into the window on the back of the camera. The scene being photographed was indeed there
, no different from any other camera.

Anyway, it was a new camera; he'd use this one until he got a suitable one.

Shinji lay bored on the futon, pointed the camera at the ceiling, and pressed the shutter. There was no sound; it was truly a perfect camera for candid photography. About ten seconds later, a photograph slowly emerged

from the narrow slit . It wasn't a photograph taken with an instant camera, but rather as if the developing process had been completed inside the camera body, directly ejecting a photograph. He picked up the photograph, examining its clarity. The photo was clear, without any distortion, but looking at it, Shinji had a strange feeling, as if the photograph sensed his emotions, carrying a lazy, listless feeling. It wasn't the emptiness caused by a lack of focus, but rather a genuine sense of boredom in the photo. This feeling made him uncomfortable, and he casually tossed the photo into the trash can. Now that he had a camera, he should try something serious. Shinji rubbed his hands together, picked up the camera, walked to the window, and began looking down at the street. He wondered if this strange camera could focus that far from the fifth floor, but he'd give it a try anyway. Although he hadn't even discovered the focusing function yet, Shinji began searching for his target downstairs. If he could only capture a blurry shadow, he'd have to go out and buy a photobook. Thinking this, Shinji's gaze locked onto a woman across the street waiting for the traffic light to change. His eyesight was always excellent, and he immediately recognized her as the most outstanding woman he could see . Although there weren't many people on the street at the moment, at least she had a pretty good figure and her looks were above average. In this case, something was better than nothing. He pointed the lens at the woman and looked over, then his mouth dropped open in surprise. Not only was the image in the lens so clear it was as if a telescope had been attached, nor was it entirely because the focus automatically locked onto the woman; the most important reason was that the woman appearing in the lens was completely naked! (IV) Shinji looked away from the camera in surprise, rubbed his arm, and looked again. The woman was clearly dressed very neatly. Was he seeing things? He shook his head in confusion and put the camera in front of him again. This time, he saw the woman's naked body again. Completely naked. The deep red color of her areolas on her full, round breasts was clearly visible. Between her legs, the pubic hair on her mons pubis was neatly trimmed into an inverted triangle shape, probably because of her high-cut swimsuit. Even her shoes were not visible in the lens; her heels were suspended in the air, and her calves were straightened because of the high heels. The traffic light must have changed color, because she raised her wrist as if to check her watch, and then took small steps toward the zebra crossing. Dry-mouthed, Shinji suddenly realized his chance wouldn't come again. He decisively pressed the shutter. The scene flashed before his eyes, then the image in the lens suddenly returned to reality, as if everything just now had been a hallucination. "If only I hadn't pressed the shutter!" Shinji regretfully pounded the windowsill. Suddenly, he noticed that the woman in the lens had stopped, a puzzled expression on her face, and was looking . "How...how could I have been discovered?" Even though he thought this, he instinctively hid behind the window. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, if he were discovered, his actions would seem suspicious no matter how he explained them. Hiss...the photo slid out, its smooth, white back facing up. Shinji sighed regretfully, flipped the photo over, and then his eyes widened in surprise. Everything just now wasn't a hallucination. The young woman in the photo, who had just stepped to cross the street , was completely naked, just like he had seen before. Although the surrounding scenery was blurry, the woman's naked body in the center was photographed very clearly; it seemed that if zoomed in, one could even count the pubic hairs at the base of her thighs. A fire instantly ignited deep within his lower abdomen. Excitedly, he pressed the photo down on the table and went into the bathroom to shower. Tonight, looking at this photo, he could probably have a couple of rounds! Just as he finished washing his vibrator wrapped in a towel and was about to lie on the bed and start using the photo , the doorbell suddenly rang. Shinji instinctively pressed the photo under his pillow, hurriedly covered his already lubricated rubber penis with the blanket, and walked to the door, looking through the peephole as he asked, "Who is it?" A hesitant voice came from outside: "Um… is Mr. Sudo home?" At the same time, Shinji saw the person at the door—it was the subject of the photo, the rather delicate and voluptuous woman. She must have seen her name on the nameplate by the door, but why was she here? He hung the door shut somewhat nervously.

He opened the door.

"You...you're Mr. Sudo?" It was a calm voice, but with a strange
hint of anxiety.

"Yes, I am. I'm already asleep. What do you need?" He replied curtly, a little guilty,
given the nude photo of the woman in front of him was right under his pillow.

"Um...excuse me, I...can I come in and take a look? I...I just felt
like someone...someone did something to me from this room. I..." She
looked like she was about to cry, her cheeks flushed. "I...I...I feel something's wrong."

Shinji was flustered, but quickly feigned innocence. "Miss, this should be our
first meeting. I don't think I could have done anything to you. If there's nothing else, I think I should go to sleep
." He immediately closed the door, leaning against it, panting.

Could it be that whoever the camera photographed would have a feeling?

The woman outside still didn't want to give up, calling Shinji's name repeatedly.

Shinji didn't dare respond, just stood there leaning against the door.

After more than ten minutes, the woman finally fell silent, filled with disappointment, and left, sobbing slightly.

Only then did he return to the quilt, relieved, and take out the photograph. He stared greedily at the woman's full
breasts and supple thighs in the photo. In the daze before ejaculation, he even felt the naked woman in the picture
tremble slightly, as if she were alive.

For once, he didn't ejaculate on the photograph; he couldn't bear to waste such a photo.

After masturbating three times, Shinji stretched his limbs contentedly, pressed the photograph back under his pillow, and
fell asleep peacefully.

(V)

The next day, the photograph was gone.

Shinji searched every corner of the room frantically, but still couldn't find even a trace of it.

If it weren't for the magical camera still beside him, he would almost have thought he'd just had a strange
dream last night.

He picked up the camera and examined it, but couldn't find the switch; the lens cap was closed.

He wanted to study it a little longer, but his eyes caught sight of the alarm clock that had been slapped onto the tatami mat.

"Damn it! I'm going to be late!" Shinji hurriedly dressed, making sure
to The café was undoubtedly a better source of material than his balcony at home.

The thought of those seemingly dignified, mature office ladies' suits encasing snow-white bodies sent a
shiver of excitement through Shinji's crotch.

More than Shinji's lateness, his friend was more concerned about his plans to pick up girls in Shibuya being delayed.
He hastily entrusted the café to Shinji, changed into a shiny, metallic outfit, stuffed a whole
box of condoms into his pocket, and left, forgetting even to call someone to replace the broken welcome bell.

However, Shinji wasn't envious at all. Even if those weird, self-proclaimed trendy girls
took off their underwear right in front of him, he wouldn't be interested in even glancing at them.

The empty café gave him ample time to examine his camera.

After observing carefully several times, Shinji finally made up his mind and cautiously
inserted his little finger into the small hole again.

"Hiss!" Sure enough, there was another sharp pain. Shinji withdrew his finger, his fingertip feeling as if it had been sucked by a child, with
blood still seeping from the wound.

And the camera, it actually turned on.

Not knowing when the camera would turn off again, Shinji panicked. In this situation, who should he photograph?

He quickly ran to the floor-to-ceiling window facing the street, his eyes searching through the crowd.

Soon, a young woman who looked to be in her late twenties came into his view.

She was shopping with a plain-looking female companion, a gentle and shy smile on her face. It wasn't very
hot , and she was wearing a thin sweater, which clung tightly to her round and full body.
Her waist wasn't very thin, but her round and plump hips perfectly accentuated her curves. Beneath her black short skirt, two long, straight legs
stretched out , the brown stockings softening the curves of her legs and giving them an alluring
smoothness.

"That's her!" Shinji raised his camera without hesitation, locking onto his new target.

Sure enough, what appeared in the lens was another completely naked, snow-white body, while the ordinary woman beside her
remained unchanged in the same shot.

This wasn't just a camera; it was practically a divine artifact that understood its owner's will! Shinji trembled with gratitude. He
didn't even need to adjust the focus; the lens locked onto the area and distance that perfectly highlighted the female protagonist.

Something must have fallen on the ground, because the young woman squatted down. Shinji took a deep breath and, as she stood
up, pressed the shutter without hesitation.

He excitedly ran back to the bar and held the photo in his hands.

The woman's body, her hands supporting her knees, elbows naturally pointing outwards, her proudly erect, full breasts
exposed without reservation to Shinji's gaze. Although her legs were tightly closed, obscuring her most mysterious private parts, the glimpse of
a dark, thick triangle only added to the space for imagination.

Perhaps… he should hang up a "Closed for Today" sign and go to the restroom to masturbate first. Shinji, excitedly
thinking , clutched the photo in one hand while his other hand couldn't resist slipping into his pants, stroking his already erect penis.

This woman was clearly married; her nipples were large and sexy, undoubtedly rubbed by her husband every day
to achieve such a beautiful shape.

Lost in his fantasies, Shinji completely failed to notice someone had entered the bar area.

Because they were wearing soft, slipper-style casual women's shoes, their footsteps were barely audible until
the photo was suddenly snatched from his hand. Shinji was horrified to find the woman in the photo standing behind him.

She turned the photo around with a slightly angry expression, her almond-shaped eyes scanning the contents.

"I...I..." Shinji's mind went blank; he tried to say something but could only futilely
squeeze out a few pronouns.

Would he be taken away by the police? Or would her husband extort money from him? Countless thoughts raced through Shinji's mind
, waiting for the woman in front of him to deliver her final verdict.

But not a single word came out. Shinji, however, heard something resembling a groan.
A soft hum.

He recognized the sound; he used to have a girlfriend with very sensitive breasts. Just
a pinch and a twist on her small nipples would elicit that adorable hum.

Shinji shifted his gaze upwards, stealing a glance at the woman's expression.

She seemed to be enduring something; her breathing was rapid, her chest heaving like waves
. Her earlier anger had vanished, replaced by a watery look in her kind eyes, as if she
might cry at any moment. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, her small lips, painted with light lipstick, were pressed tightly together, and
her long, white neck suddenly twitched, as if she had swallowed something.

"Where...where's the restroom?" she asked, uttering this question.

Although puzzled, Shinji pointed to the end of a narrow corridor.

She immediately ran there, her steps unsteady. She clutched the
distorted photograph tightly in her hand, a sight that pained Shinji.

Shinji slumped onto a stool behind the bar, dejected, imagining all sorts of possible scenarios
, each one filling him with despair.

A good ten minutes passed, and the woman still hadn't emerged.

Had something happened?

Shinji put his camera back in his pocket in the changing room and strode towards the restroom.

Just as he raised his hand outside the door, he heard a suppressed moan escape
.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he carefully unlocked the door, stepping into the women's restroom. The sound became clearer
, emanating continuously from the closed stall.

Shinji, barely daring to breathe, stepped onto the sink and cautiously climbed up, peering
through .

Due to the angle, he could only see a back. The back of a woman sitting on the toilet, her clothes
rolled up to her armpits, revealing a large expanse of pale skin.

His mouth suddenly went dry. Although he couldn't see anything more, he
could guess what the woman was doing from the constantly twisting hips.

Opportunity!

The thought flashed through his mind immediately. Without hesitation, he got out of the bathroom, rushed
to the door, hung up the "Closed for Today" sign, locked the door, and then ran back into the bathroom. He
grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and twisted it hard. The door wasn't locked!

Without hesitation, he unlocked the door he had intended to break and pulled open the flimsy door of the toilet stall.

(VI)

Shinji never dreamed that he would see such an alluring sight one day.

The plump, tall young woman sat curled up on the toilet seat with the lid on, her knees tucked in and her legs
spread out. One hand held onto the cold tile, while the other reached into
the depths .

She looked up, her eyes filled with panic at the doorway, a mixture of despair
and a strange sense of relief in her gaze, as if she hadn't expected to be seen at this moment.

Her thin sweater and shirt were rolled up under her arms, crumpled and huddled together. She wasn't wearing a bra,
only two breast pads resting on the tank lid behind her. Her smooth, round breasts sagged heavily under gravity
, making her deep cherry-pink nipples stand out alluringly.

Her skirt was tucked up to her waist, her stockings pulled down to her ankles, just above them . Her thin silk panties were stretched taut by her parted legs, forming a small bridge between her beautiful legs
along with the similarly stretched stockings . Her face was flushed, as if she had a fever, her eyes brimming with tears. She and Shinji stared at each other, time and air seemingly frozen. Shinji swallowed hard, stepped into the toilet stall, and slowly closed the door behind him, locking it with a click. She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a subtle anticipation. Her lips were even redder and more alluring than before, and Shinji couldn't help but imagine how lewd she would look when such small lips held his member. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper of his pants, unbuttoned them, and let the excess fabric fall with gravity . In his checkered underwear, his hard penis eagerly formed a cone-shaped bulge. "You want it too, don't you?" Shinji said his voice low and husky, filled with desire. She blinked, slowly withdrew her hands from between her legs, slowly sat up, leaned forward , and placed her hands on his legs. Her movements were slow, whether from hesitation or a slight lapse in consciousness, it was unclear. She didn't speak, but instead pressed her lips to his underwear. Through the slightly rough fabric, her soft, wet tongue began to trace the shape of his penis inside. "Mmm..." Shinji thrust forward with pleasure. Although he hadn't yet experienced actual sexual pleasure, just seeing this woman making such a move beneath him made him feel like he was about to explode with excitement. Her tongue slid from the base of his penis to the tip, her lips parted into a bright red "O," and she gently kissed the glans through his underwear before moving forward until her mouth gently bit the waistband. She looked up at him, her eyes almost dripping with tears, and twisted her small chin, slowly pulling down his underwear with her mouth. This bold action made Shinji's penis involuntarily twitch twice. Immediately, a slightly sweaty hand grasped his penis, her slippery palm applying just the right amount of pressure to the swollen base, stroking towards the glans. "So hard..." she moaned softly, her desire intensifying. Her tongue traced the veins on his penis, licking back inch by inch, carefully kissing every fold between the glans and foreskin, until the entire head was covered in her saliva. She stopped, lifting her face to stare intently at him. Clearly, what she wanted wasn't his mouth, but something softer and more delicate. Shinji didn't hesitate to kick his pants aside, pull down his underwear, and lean forward, placing his penis behind the woman...

On the tank.

As his body covered hers, she suddenly hugged his waist. He was startled for a moment, then
a tingling, numbing sensation spread across his chest—her soft lips covered his nipples, her nimble tongue teasing
the bumps on his chest.

Shinji groaned and enjoyed it for a while before reluctantly pulling away.

She stared intently at his crotch, hesitated for a moment, then moved her hips forward, leaning against the tank behind her,
raising her legs, and pulling off one of her stockings and panties, leaving those shrunken things hanging on
her other foot. She placed her feet on the walls on either side, and finally, her voluptuous and alluring secret valley
was fully opened before Shinji.

It was like a sensual spring dream, making Shinji so happy that he almost lost the sense of reality.

At the end of her smooth, white thighs, the skin deepened to a slightly darker color. The hair at the base of her legs grew thicker from the outside in
, and the smooth skin swelled in the center, a plump mound of flesh like a split
peach, wrapped in a wet crevice. Above the crevice, two small labia were closed together, glistening and tilted to one side,
like a butterfly drenched in rain. Her clitoris, which had been played with for who knows how long, swelled with excitement. With
her rapid breathing, the tender pink vaginal opening hidden in the cleft slightly opened and closed, a glistening trail of mucus
originating from the alluring opening and flowing down to her buttocks, flattened by her weight, even wetting the area around her anus.

"No…don't just…look." Her breath sounded somewhat distressed, as if she felt ashamed,
but she still urged them on, reaching her hands between her thighs and parting the wet petals.

"Haa...haa...I...I'm coming!" Shinji seemed to suddenly realize something, panting heavily
as he lowered his body, bringing his waist close to the woman's crotch.

It was wet, hot, and extremely sensitive there. The moment his glans touched the opening, the tender flesh at the entrance reflexively
contracted. He impatiently grasped the woman's breasts, stroking her sweaty, smooth skin, and pushed his penis inside
.

The extremely excited vaginal opening wasn't so easy to penetrate. The angle wasn't ideal, and the abundant vaginal fluid made it
too lubricated. On his first attempt, his glans slipped out.

She trembled slightly, appearing somewhat nervous.

This woman...she must have a husband, right? Would she be this wanton when played with by her husband? Shinji
suddenly had this thought. The body before him, which might belong to someone else, gave him a twisted pleasure
. He aimed at the slippery vulva and thrust again.

"Ahhh...ahhh—it's in..." The woman arched her body suddenly, her hands wrapping around
Shinji's neck as she cried out in a high-pitched, lewd voice.

But Shinji clearly saw something glistening in the corner of her closed eyes.

His intuition told him that it wasn't tears of joy.

(VII)

But Shinji quickly stopped thinking about all that. The burning flesh gripped his penis tightly, and even
when he wasn't moving, the tender flesh inside seemed to have its own consciousness, writhing eagerly.

When his penis was inserted into such a captivating woman's body, apart from the brain cells responsible for intercourse
working overtime, the rest of his skull was probably on vacation.

So Shinji didn't think about why this woman had become so lewd, whether the photo was related to this
matter , or whether having sex with her like this would lead to any consequences.

He was only thinking about one thing: thrusting, thrusting hard.

None of his previous girlfriends had ever given him such intense arousal, and the pleasure of his penis rubbing against her vaginal flesh
far surpassed any previous sexual encounter. He threw himself into it completely, wanting to
bury inside that soft, moist cave.

"Ugh... Ugh... Harder, please, harder!" Her nails dug into Shinji's back,
and every time his penis pierced her swollen clitoris, her fingers curled up forcefully,
scratching bloody lines like a cat in heat with his movements.

Her sweaty skin was as smooth as the toilet seat, and her naked body slid down a little, her buttocks
already suspended in the air, only maintained in a half-reclining position by Shinji's violent thrusts. Her feet could no longer grip the wall, as if
Shinji had softened them, hanging limply on Shinji's arm, her feet, clad in panties and stockings, swaying rhythmically
.

The subtle change in position made intercourse more difficult, and her lower body, already soaked as if from urination
, offered no assistance. After what seemed like the umpteenth time his penis slipped out of her,
she impatiently pushed him away. "You...you get up, let me try a different position."

He reluctantly thrust a couple more times, then pulled back slightly.

Her face flushed, she glanced at Shinji's erect penis, covered in a thick, translucent fluid,
almost dripping. She licked her dry lips, shuffled her feet into her shoes, stood up
, turned, and bent over, her hands on the toilet seat, her plump buttocks, now bearing a red mark, sticking high in the air
, her legs spread.

"From...from behind. I'm tall, this way...this way it won't slip out so easily."

"Okay." Shinji held her white, fleshy mound, aimed at the central opening, and thrust in forcefully
.

"Ugh—!" The new angle seemed to stimulate areas that hadn't been touched before. She let out a long
, muffled groan, her legs trembling. She quickly rested her arms on the water tank and lowered her head.

Compared to the beautiful sight of her breasts swaying wildly during previous movements, the beautiful
curves of her back and buttocks now brought a fresh stimulation. Shinji vigorously rubbed the soft flesh of her buttocks, staring at her anus,
which looked somewhat strange due to being moistened with vaginal fluid, and rocked his body back and forth.

It was a pity he didn't bring a condom, otherwise he really wanted to try what it felt like to fuck a woman's anus.

He had once asked a more open-minded girlfriend for anal sex, and patiently performed enemas several times to ensure thorough cleaning
and lubrication, but the hole in the center of her small buttocks was as small as her, and the high school girl was covered in
sweat from the pain, and he still couldn't insert the head of his penis into her anus.

Not long after that, the two broke up inexplicably. Inexplicably, just like when they met, dated, and
slept together.

The tingling sensation pulled him back to reality; he noticed the base of his penis beginning to swell, and the urge to ejaculate was rising.
The sensation rose from the back muscles towards her groin.

He was somewhat unwilling; ejaculating before the woman had reached orgasm didn't fit his aesthetic. He paused
his movements, leaned over her back, and grasped her breasts, beginning to play
with her erect nipples using every technique he could think of.

Shinji, who had masturbated three times yesterday, shouldn't be wanting to ejaculate so quickly. It was only because the beautiful
body beneath him and the strangely erotic atmosphere had stirred his most sensitive spot, as if his long-cherished dream
had come true exactly as he desired.

The satisfaction was indescribable.

"No… don't hold back, I… I've already… I've come several times. You… you can come,
I… I need to rest too." Her arms, weak from Shinji's fingers, arched her hips, twisting her waist and
rubbing against his lower abdomen.

The rhythmic spasms within her vagina proved she wasn't lying; it was the rhythm that only a woman's body exhibits after ecstasy
. He gratefully stroked her full breasts and began to thrust again.

When the tingling numbness reached its limit, he panted and asked her, "I'm...I'm going to cum, is it...your safe
period?"

He wanted to leave a good impression on this beautiful woman, so he asked while suppressing the urge to ejaculate. Although
he was very reluctant, it wouldn't be good to cause a "life" for this moment of pleasure.

She was also close to another orgasm, and was using one hand to vigorously rub her breasts, answering in a trembling voice:
"No...it's okay, cum inside..."

As she uttered the last pseudonym, Shinji growled and pinched her buttocks,
forcefully thrusting his engorged penis into the deepest, juicy part of her, pressing firmly against her writhing, wet core.
Her mind went blank, and a series of sparks of pleasure flashed and occupied all her consciousness.

With a soft "plop," the wet, throbbing penis slid out of the violently contracting vagina, and a second spurt
of semen shot onto the woman's skirt. The next wave flew even further, the translucent white liquid spreading directly onto
the sweat-drenched back of her fair body.

She moaned ecstatically, then went limp as if her bones had been removed, kneeling on the floor, her body still
trembling. Under her buttocks, which were propped up by her heels, a small puddle of white liquid slowly expanded into a pool.

Shinji gasped for breath, leaning against the toilet stall door, his still-erect penis
twitching unwillingly, as if wanting another round.

Neither of them spoke; the silent space was filled only with their panting.

A few minutes later, the woman twisted her body and stood up, turning to sit on the toilet seat, her eyes still filled with a strange
confusion, the blush on her face showing no signs of fading.

She licked her lips and murmured as if in a dream, "I want more..."

(VIII)

Shinji didn't used to really like oral sex.

Perhaps it was because his girlfriends were too young, but they always accidentally bumped their teeth, and their technique was
quite rough. They couldn't suck for more than a few times before they started begging for penetration. Even during 69, they
would get so excited at first that they would open their mouths wide and moan incessantly, completely forgetting about servicing Shinji's penis.

So, strictly speaking, this was the first time Shinji had experienced the pleasure of oral sex. He

felt no discomfort, neither mentally nor physically.

Her mouth wasn't big, but her teeth were skillfully hidden inside her lips, occasionally touching the glans in her mouth,
purely for teasing purposes, just enough to make Shinji feel pleasure from the slight pain. She
knew how to use her mouth well; the warm mucous membrane mimicked the feeling of being enveloped by a genital as her cheeks moved.

The most intoxicating thing was her small, soft tongue. Like an intelligent soft-bodied creature, as the penis
slid happily in her mouth, it accurately found the most sensitive areas of the man, using its slightly rough
surface and tender, flexible tip to stimulate him from various angles.

Her movements were intense, as if she couldn't wait for Shinji to regain his energy. She had already taken off her top and thrown it on
the water tank lid, her completely naked upper body revealing her heavy breasts that swayed in wanton waves with her movements.

Shinji leaned against the door, his fingers scratching his thick hair. His penis, which had just softened, was quickly
revitalized by the woman's oral skills. Compared to the time she lubricated him with her mouth at the beginning, her current sucking technique could almost
make him ejaculate right then and there.

But she didn't go that far. Sensing that his penis had reached a certain level of arousal, she subtly slowed down
her pace, and the pressure in her mouth eased. This feeling of slowly sliding down the slope of pleasure made Shinji
restless again.

It seemed this was the kind of impatience she craved. When she felt the young man's caresses of her earlobe become slightly
rougher, she opened her mouth, spat out his penis, licked the glans twice, leaned against the toilet seat
, and, panting, raised her leg, clad in stockings and panties, high
, placing it in front of Shinji's shoulder.

Her legs were spread wide, the large veins at the base prominent, her swollen, red, and inviting
vulva .

Shinji suddenly grabbed her raised leg, squeezing the flesh of her thigh, straddling her other leg, and
entered her from the side.

She let out a long, drawn-out moan like a kitten's cry, her hands gripping the toilet seat tightly, her knuckles
turning bluish-white, as if mere penetration had already given her immense satisfaction.

Shinji held her leg and shook it wildly, the hot, wet flesh rubbing against each other, releasing a sensual
message that flowed through every cell of her body.

This is what a woman is like. A woman is like a flower, and this kind of woman is a flower that is both beautiful and fully bloomed.
Her exquisite nectar, tender stamens, and fully mature flower chamber, accommodating a man's hardness, exude a rich
allure. It seems as if too much force would break it, yet no matter how deep the penetration, there is no limit. This exquisite elasticity and
abundant lubrication are something that flower buds can never match.

The second time lasted even shorter than the first. After only about ten minutes, as
Shinji sensed the approaching urge to ejaculate and tried to slow down, she suddenly began to wildly twist her waist, convulsing and reaching what seemed like her
umpteenth orgasm.

This climax was just too intense; it was clear she was in a daze, her tongue even
protruding from her rosy lips.

What followed was a sudden, violent surge of pleasure from her vaginal opening, the sweet pressure
no less intense than a male vibrator at its highest setting. The layers of tender flesh enveloping her finally gave
way reached its limit as it withdrew.

Without hesitation, he thrust back in deeply, this time emptying every last drop into
the deepest part of this woman's body, belonging to an unknown man.

After this ejaculation, Shinji's legs felt weak, and she collapsed completely onto the floor, drool
dripping onto the toilet, becoming somewhat dazed.

It was as if some strange and mysterious force had allowed them to experience the ultimate pleasure achievable by humans.

But Shinji didn't expect this wasn't the end. It seems women become more
open . After leaving the toilet stall, the woman naturally asked him to clean up the marks on her body, as if they were
a couple who had just ended an affair.

Shinji complied, carefully wiping away the traces of passion with a soft, damp cloth, from her back
to her buttocks, then to her inner thighs, and even thoroughly cleaning her slightly swollen labia with tissues.

After she was completely clean, she still didn't put on any clothes. Instead, she propped herself up
on the , raised her legs, and hooked them around his neck, saying dazedly, "Darling...can we do it again?"

So the coffee shop entrusted to Shinji didn't remove its "Closed for the Day" sign until almost noon.

One time at the sink, one time in the duty room, plus the two times in the toilet—after the woman left, Shinji
even felt a bit oxygen-deprived. The last time he ejaculated into the woman's mouth, the fluid
was just a thin, clear pre-ejaculate, and his glans felt a slight pain during the ejaculation.

The woman probably wasn't in much better shape; as she left, dressed neatly, her legs beneath her short skirt were noticeably and unnaturally
parted…like a virgin who had just been violated.

And in the end, they didn't even ask each other's names. Shinji had a vague, inexplicable feeling that he would probably never
see .

He went back to the restroom and found the photo she hadn't taken. Perhaps because it was wet,
the full, beautiful body in the photo was much blurry. He put it in his bag, returned to the bar, and began his long and
tedious day.

He made eighteen mistakes ordering things that day; if the boss hadn't been absent, he would have been complained about
and forced to run away.

Distracted, Shinji kept thinking about the mysterious camera. The longer he thought about it, the more a
chill ran down his spine, but he didn't know why.

It wasn't until his friend returned and took over the shop that Shinji was able to snap out of his daze.

When he got downstairs, it was much later than yesterday. Judging by the time, he would have been
lying .

What a pity, the photo was gone. Fortunately, today's miraculous encounter spared him too much regret.

As he walked up, Shinji glanced at the street corner. The crowd seemed a bit agitated,
pointing and whispering about something in the middle of the street, their faces showing regret.

What a boring bunch, Shinji shook his head and went upstairs to sleep.

(Nine)

Upon waking, Shinji finally realized a fact.

The photo taken by that camera wouldn't last forever. The photo that had brought him such dreamlike passion
had vanished, as if it had never existed, evaporated completely.

He subconsciously touched the side of his pillow; thankfully, the camera was still there.

With such a camera, there was naturally no need to continue working at the coffee shop. Shinji went to
the shop and directly told his friend he was resigning.

His friend didn't try to persuade him to stay; people in their circle knew each other very well.

"But you'll have to come help me out for the next couple of days. I just hooked up with a new girl who insists on going to Okinawa
to swim . I haven't gotten the hang of it yet, so this is my chance."

Shinji thought for a moment and nodded. Anyway, it was quite convenient to find suitable beauties here.

And today was a perfect opportunity to test his ideas.

He went to the love hotel he used to frequent with his girlfriend. There was a waitress there named Nana, whom he had long coveted. Unfortunately, she was the owner's niece, and she only helped out at the hotel front desk
to pass the time because her boyfriend, a high-ranking executive, was too busy with work. She was a strange woman who liked to watch all sorts of men and women coming and going in hotels. With his abilities, it was impossible for him to get into her bed through normal channels. But now it was different. Shinji firmly believed that his camera possessed a magical power. When he checked into the room, he was greeted by another cute waitress, while Nana was engrossed in playing an online game on the computer to pass the time. She wore light work makeup, which made her eyes appear larger, and her rosy lips changed shape with her expressions, making one want to kiss her passionately. She wore a simple uniform, a narrow skirt that reached her knees, concealing her long, shapely legs. But the top couldn't hide her impressive bust. It was Shinji's favorite size—not sagging into an ugly goosebump, yet full enough to make any man feel a surge of desire. Just thinking about burying his face in that cleavage made his blood rush . Hopefully, it would work. Shinji took the keys. Customers like him, who had been working alone for four hours, often required special services. The baby-faced clerk considerately gave him a pack of tissues. The contact information printed on the tissues was naturally left by girls who were willing to act as a man's girlfriend for hours for cosmetics, designer clothes, and bags . He casually put it in his pocket and took out his camera. The staircase was narrow, forming a right angle with the reception area. A potted plant stood at the corner, and at this early morning hour, there were no other customers waiting on the sofa. It was the perfect time. He decisively pulled out his camera and inserted his little finger into the hole. After a sharp pain , he quickly locked his lens onto Nana's back. With the cumbersome uniform gone, Nana's smooth back, a source of pride for a 24-year-old woman, was revealed, even though...

Sitting in front of the computer, she naturally straightened her back, her entire back presenting an alluring slope.

The moment he pressed the shutter, he clearly saw Nana's shoulders tremble suddenly, and then she slowly
turned her head.

Before she even saw it, Shinji had already rushed up the stairs, all the way to his room door, opened it, and
rushed in.

He locked the door, went inside, and sat on the edge of the bed. The rotating heart-shaped bed was incredibly soft,
a top-notch environment specially prepared for making love. He waited somewhat anxiously, praying that his guess was correct.

Otherwise, he would only be able to masturbate with a nude photo of her back in this romantic hotel.

He waited for almost half an hour, but there was still no movement.

Shinji slumped onto the bed, dejected. Had he guessed wrong? Or was the camera's effect on Nana not strong enough?

Based on the results of the previous two times, he guessed that the person photographed would definitely follow the camera to its location, and after
seeing the photo, would become burning with lust, as if his erotic dream had become reality. Perhaps,
the camera that required his blood to open was fulfilling his desires.

He so desperately wanted to sleep with Nana, yet nothing had come of it.

Shinji glanced again at the photo of Nana's beautifully curved spine and the ample breasts peeking out from under her armpits,
his erection fully aroused. He gave a wry smile, preparing to relieve himself.

Just as he unzipped his pants, there was a knock on the door.

Accompanied by the soft, somewhat shy female voice he had been waiting for.

"Excuse me... is this Mr. Sudo, the guest who just checked in?"

Shinji smiled expectantly, straightened his pants, tossed the photo onto the bed, and went to
open the door .

(10)

Nana outside the door seemed very conflicted, her hands clasped together at the junction of her skirt and top, rubbing her
palms . Because of her petite stature, she looked up slightly at Shinji's face, as if
very embarrassed about what was to come. Before she even spoke, her fair cheeks were already flushed red.

"Um...sir, uh...Mr. Sudo. I...I know it might seem
strange to ask so suddenly, but...but if I don't ask for your help, I...I'll be very sad." *

Help you clean up your mess?* Shinji thought excitedly, but his face
remained calm. "It's my honor to serve a beautiful woman like you," he
replied, his voice slightly affected, "So just say it."

She took a few quick breaths, bit her full lower lip, and said, "Please...please let me go
inside to look for something, okay?"

"Something? What thing?" Shinji vaguely guessed she was looking for the photograph, but still asked
.

Nana seemed flustered, completely disoriented. "I...I don't know.
I just felt like something very important to me was suddenly emptied out. I can't find what it is,
but I can sense that it must have followed you upstairs, sir. Please...let me go in and look for it." "

So that's what it feels like," Shinji nodded knowingly, then stepped aside to let her into the room.

Next, it was time to test Nana's reaction to the photo. It was just a back view, and the surrounding
scenery was blurry; it was hard to say whether she would recognize him.

"Excuse me," Nana politely greeted him before entering, probably misunderstanding that there
were prostitutes or escorts inside. Finding no one there, she looked back at Shinji with some confusion.

Being alone in a hotel for half an hour was extremely unusual.

Then, Nana saw the photo on the bed.

As if that small piece of paper had a tremendous pull, Nana stumbled over,
not even bothering to put her high heels, which were lying on the edge of the carpet, back down.

Shinji felt his heart pounding faster and faster. He slowly closed the door, hung up the "Do Not Disturb" sign
, gently locked it, and went into the room.

Nana was kneeling on the bed with one leg on the carpet, one hand supporting her body, the other tightly clutching
the photograph, staring intently at it. The moment he saw it, Shinji had a strange feeling; the
photograph was like a tiny magnetic card, constantly writing data into Nana's brain.

But soon, Shinji's gaze was drawn to something more alluring:

Nana's legs.

Although she wasn't tall, her lower body appeared very long and slender. Her shapely legs, encased in black stockings
, exuded a captivating sexiness. Because of her kneeling leg, the skirt of her uniform
was pushed , revealing a slender, yet not bony, thigh, and at the very top, even a small section of snow-
white skin was exposed—her stockings weren't pantyhose.

As if realizing that this posture was inappropriate in front of a strange man, Nana turned around and sat on the edge of the bed with a hint of panic
. She stopped looking at the photo in her hand, her expression becoming complex and contradictory as she stared intently at
Shinji.

It seemed this photo truly could fulfill her desires. Whatever the creation, it was incredibly magical
. Shinji silently revered the camera and cautiously approached Nana.

He could see the fear in Nana's eyes, as if she might jump away at any moment, or
turn what followed into a rape. But for some reason, she remained motionless, looking at
him pleadingly.

This kind of pleading, doe-like gaze would only ignite the wolfish side of a man.

He cupped Nana's face in his hands and slowly pressed his own face down.

In the shadow cast by his head, Nana's features were shrouded in darkness, leaving only the glistening tears in her large eyes
. She whispered with difficulty, "Please, don't..."

The last words were captured by Shinji's lips.

Nana's lips, like juicy gummy candies, were repeatedly nibbled and sucked by Shinji, quickly becoming even more
rosy and luscious.

"Mmm...mmm..." Nana's hands pushed against Shinji's chest, but they were weak, as if she were just
holding on .

This was once one of the women Shinji considered unattainable, but now she was limp and powerless under his...
He kissed her without restraint, the satisfaction in his heart almost exploding. He held Nana's head and began to
forcefully probe her mouth with his tongue.

Her resistance was very weak. As tears streamed down her cheeks, Shinji's tongue had already tasted
the warm saliva in her mouth.

"Squeak...tsk tsk...sizzle..." Accompanied by the sounds of a lewd kiss, a fine line of fluid
flowed from the corner of Nana's lips. Her breathing became more and more violent, her breasts, tightly wrapped in her shirt,
heaving as if trying to break free.

Although she was younger and less mature than Shinji's type in terms of age and mentality, her body was already fully mature.
He nervously reached out and used his thumb and forefinger to unbutton the collar of Nana's shirt.

"Ugh..." Nana protested with a groan, grabbing his wrist with her right hand.

"You want it too... don't you?" Shinji keenly caught the desire flowing in her eyes and
said to her lips.

Nana trembled, stammering, "N-no...no. I...I, I don't..." She probably
meant to say she didn't want it, but the last words caught in her throat.

"If you say no, I'll stop." He stared intently into Nana's eyes, grabbed her slender wrist,
and placed her hand on his bulging crotch, then continued unbuttoning her shirt.

Nana sniffed lightly, but her long, slender fingers didn't leave the man's genitals; instead,
they pressed against them uncontrollably, gently stroking with her palm, her fingers tracing the outline of his penis inside his pants.

One, two, three... Soon, Nana's shirt was opened to the sides by Shinji, her red bow tie
tossed onto the carpet beside the bed, and her cute white lace bra was exposed to the man's eyes. The half-cup bra left most of her
ample breasts exposed, the edges of her areolas making her cherry-red nipples appear and disappear.
In the center of her full, snowy mounds, a deep cleavage, like a narrow, dark hole, swallowed Shinji's gaze.

"Such beautiful breasts..." Shinji murmured, suddenly unhooking his bra and burying his face in
Nana's chest. The cool skin, with its melt-like softness and elasticity, completely enveloped his face. He tightened his
arms around Nana's slender waist, pressing her down onto the bed.

Nana's hand grabbed his hair, softly humming a moan filled with strange emotions.
Shinji grasped her exposed nipples in his hand, gently rubbing them between his fingers. Compared to the dry, brittle
nipples of other young girls, Shinji now seemed excited yet full of patience.

"Why... is this happening?" Nana murmured in confusion, "Ugh... it's so strange... breasts...
so hot..."

Shinji turned his cheeks in Nana's cleavage, fulfilling a long-held dream, while also feeling
a little strange. Nana's desire had indeed been ignited by that photograph, but why did she still feel
a sense of resistance? Her breasts, though unusually full, seemed strangely immature despite being played with.

It seemed her boyfriend was a celibate guy. Shinji sighed, playing with Nana's erect
nipples while using his other hand to help him twist his body and pull down his jeans.

Anyway, four hours was a long time, so he might as well ejaculate first and then slowly play with her. With
the eyes of a snake that had caught its prey, Shinji forcefully pulled down his underwear.

(XI)

"No, no! Please... please stop!" As if using all her strength, Nana cried out softly
.

Her upper body was already naked, her breasts covered with Shinji's saliva and handprints, and one nipple was even
swollen from being sucked.

She hadn't spoken, only groaning in a slightly distressed manner.

As Shinji stripped off his lower body, revealing his monstrous penis, and his hand began to smear along her stockings towards
her panties, she cried out,

"No...no...we can't go on. I...I want to leave. Please get up." Nana seemed calmer
, her eyes flickering, the blush on her cheeks still giving her a seductive look.

Unfortunately, a man's promises are often unreliable. Shinji had no intention of stopping; he merely
paused for a moment before his hand continued its movement along the smooth stockings.

"You clearly want it, aren't your panties already wet...your lower part must be itchy too,
what are you still resisting for?" Shinji uttered lewd words, his hand suddenly accelerating as it slid under Nana's skirt.

Just as he had expected, the bottom of her silk panties was already soaking wet enough to wring out juice.

"Ugh—!" As if her shameful secret had been discovered, Nana groaned, covering her
face with her hands and sobbing in humiliation, mumbling, "No... I didn't, I didn't..."

"Then did you wet your pants?" Shinji said mockingly, his fingers accurately finding the
clitoris between her labia through her underwear, pressing, rotating, and rubbing.

"Eek... Eek ahhh..." Nana's body immediately stiffened, her hands suddenly pulling away from her face and
forcefully twisting the sheets beside her.

Pressing down on the damp fabric of her underwear, Shinji began to rub rapidly, his other fingers also pressing against her labia,
rubbing Nana's entire genitals with the movements of playing with her clitoris.

Soon, fresh nectar overflowed, and faint blue veins appeared on the side of Nana's neck. She
bit her lower lip tightly, closed her eyes, let out a pitiful cry, and then slumped softly onto the bed.

Shinji withdrew his wet fingers in surprise. He hadn't expected Nana to be so easily aroused. He had only just begun teasing
her; an ordinary woman would only be just beginning to feel sexual desire, yet she had already reached orgasm.

He then realized that this was probably just the effect of the photos. He genuinely liked mature, beautiful
women who were also prone to orgasm. Sure enough, his desire had become a reality before his eyes.

"It's soaking wet, take it off," Shinji said carefully, not wanting to provoke any more strange behavior from Nana.

Nana lay motionless, neither refusing nor nodding, only her high, snow-white breasts
heaving rapidly.

He quickly reached his hands under her skirt, found the sides of her panties, and pulled them down. Nana nervously
squeezed her legs together and twisted slightly, but this simple struggle didn't affect the final result. Shinji easily pulled
her panties off her body. The panties, which matched her bra, shrank into a wrinkled, wet ball in his hands.
The air was damp, carrying a scent that aroused male desire.

"Nana... I'm here," Shinji gasped, pressing his lower body between Nana's legs. He
rolled up her skirt, revealing her smooth, white thighs above her black stockings.

As the last shadow was peeled away, Nana's secret garden was completely exposed beneath the rolled-up skirt
. Sparse pubic hair covered a beautifully shaped, red and tender slit, the inner petals
small and curled up within her thick labia majora, carefully guarding her precious private parts.

Shinji stared at Nana's lower abdomen, arching his lower body forward, grabbing her ankles and spreading them apart.

"Please... don't..." Nana opened her eyes slightly, speaking weakly, "I'll
give you anything you want... please let me go."

These were the words of a woman being raped, and it felt
subtly .

Shinji lifted her hips, leaned down, and breathed hot air onto her face. "You've already had
an orgasm on your own, why are you pretending to be an innocent girl?"

he said, his hand already guiding his glans, pressing his hips forward forcefully, the tip immediately feeling
the layers of smooth muscle being pushed apart.

"Ugh—! No… I… I'll use my mouth, I can use my mouth to help you, you
can make me swallow it if you want."

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