The most exciting campus passion

The dojo echoed with the sounds of high school girls striking bamboo swords and stomping their feet on the floor. Amidst the clattering sounds, the chirping of cicadas mingled. In the sweltering afternoon heat, there was no sign of wind. "Stop pretending, we're evenly matched!" Fujio said, swinging his bamboo sword up and down. There were eleven high school girls in total, one more than usual, so the instructor, Fujio, had to take turns. His opponent was second-year student Sugita Miyuki, whose large, round eyes gleamed with shyness. The students wore white sword-fighting shirts and red skirts, except for Fujio, who wore a blue sword-fighting shirt and a black skirt. The room was filled with the unique fragrance of eleven girls, and the only boy, Fujio, was excitedly practicing. "Hey..." Miyuki listened intently. Having been half-forced, half-lured into joining the kendo club by her friends, and due to her own shyness, she hadn't yet achieved the first dan rank, even though she was already a second-year student. Fujio lightly swept his bamboo sword across Miyuki's face. "Ah..." Miyuki cried out in pain as she was struck in the face, losing her balance as Fujio continued his relentless assault. "What's wrong! You have to hit me at least once before you stop." Fujio continued to provoke Miyuki, his erection growing larger with pleasure as he reveled in her supple body. Fujio mercilessly struck her armpits and elbows. Miyuki, unable to dodge, didn't notice where he was hitting. Under the relentless blows, Miyuki was powerless to fight back, only able to retreat step by step. Her bouncy, teenage breasts were faintly visible through the sweat pouring down her back, and even her snow-white thighs seemed about to burst forth from under her skirt. Her mask and hand guards were slick with the milky scent of a young girl's sweat, which seeped through them as their blades clashed. "Looks like she's reached her limit..." Fujio thought, watching Miyuki's unsteady steps. There was no need to rush; the training camp had only just begun, and he still had five days to satisfy his sadistic desires. Cornered against the wall, Miyuki desperately swung her bamboo sword. "Face..." A thin sound escaped her throat as Miyuki finally struck. Fujio deliberately didn't dodge, letting her hit his face; she didn't have much strength anyway, so even if it landed, it wouldn't be a big deal. "Alright, that's enough." Fujio announced loudly, and Miyuki seemed about to collapse. After everyone bowed to each other in a crouching posture, the sounds in the kendo dojo were now relatively calm. The sun was still high in the sky, and the students began preparing to shower and cook dinner. Only Fujio threw off his protective gear, left the kendo dojo, went to the well, and took off his skirt to rinse off. Surrounded by mountains, there was no sign of human presence, only the sound of cicadas. Fujio Hirofumi, twenty-eight years old, was a Japanese language teacher at a girls' high school in Tokyo. As a fourth-dan kendo master, he also served as a kendo advisor. This was a mountain temple in northwestern Kanagawa Prefecture, a place Fujio often trained with when he participated in the kendo club at high school. The village, due to its slow progress, has become increasingly backward, and now only a monk remains to spend his days there. The dojo has long since been converted into a gathering place for the villagers. When Fujio applied for summer training, the monk readily agreed. Among the students, five are second-year students, the rest are first-year students, and the third-year students all withdrew to participate in the university entrance exams. All of them are beautiful girls aged fifteen to seventeen. Among them, only Miyuki is very honest and seems to lack athletic ability; the rest are very serious about learning fencing techniques. Recently, the students of the girls' high school in Tokyo have been rethinking the way of the samurai, and their etiquette and posture are not only correct but also quite good, earning them high praise from PTA. Fujio himself prefers girls with inner qualities, which is different from the average man's preference for pretty and well-dressed girls. Therefore, he shows no mercy when fencing, and the girls' expressions of fiercely swinging their swords arouse his excitement and desire. Soon after, Fujio wiped his upper body clean and returned to the dojo shirtless. When he went in to change, the students had also finished cleaning and were leaving one after another. "Cleanup complete!" "Great! Good job." Fujio glanced at a few girls who seemed embarrassed by his bare chest and looked down. Everyone changed into white sports uniforms and harem shorts, which were blue shorts with white trim, because they were all sweating profusely. This was the only sports uniform the students were required to wear, except when practicing kendo. The first and second year students divided the work: the first year students were responsible for washing clothes and preparing bath water, while the second year students were responsible for cooking. Only Fujio returned to the dojo. The fifty tatami rooms still smelled of the girls' body odor. In addition to being used for speeches and performances during assemblies, the dojo also had a stage and a music room. Since everyone was a girl, there was no special changing room; everyone changed in the dojo, except for Fujio, who changed in the music room. When Fujio entered the music room, he found someone else there. "What's wrong? Sugita, what are you doing here?" "Ah..." Hearing the voice, Miyuki shrank back in fright, her fair skin faintly visible beneath her sweat-drenched back. "Sorry, I came to get the first-aid kit..." Miyuki hurriedly wiped her sweat with her clothes. Besides serving as Fujio's changing room, the small room also had a small sink with students' towels and personal belongings. "The first-aid kit is here. What happened? Are you hurt?" Fujio took the kit from the shelf and approached Miyuki, who was cowering in a corner. Her ponytail, tied behind her back, was disheveled from exercise, and a sweet, pleasant smell of sweat wafted into Fujio's nose. "It's not serious, I can do it myself..." Miyuki said softly, her face lowered. The shyness of a seventeen-year-old girl could be felt from her posture. "It's alright, let me see. I'm the one who will spar with you last, so I have a responsibility." "Ah..." Fujio came in front of her and forcefully pulled open her kendo uniform. Miyuki curled her arms up, too shy to make a sound. He was her teacher, so it was naturally inappropriate to resist, but if she treated him as a man, it would be like he was bullying her, and she didn't know what to do. She was only wearing a white skirt on her lower body, and no bra on her upper body. "This is what I did to you!" Fujio suppressed his excitement and said apologetically. There were red marks on Miyuki's right elbow and right armpit. The marks on her elbow from the bamboo sword weren't serious; although they hurt a little, it wasn't as embarrassing as being seen. Miyuki's right hand was pulled up, while her left hand was tightly covered in front of her chest. She was so ashamed that she didn't even dare to breathe. The skin on her fair, smooth, and rounded body still bore traces of sweat. As Fujio brought his face close to her armpit, he continuously inhaled a rich, milky scent. Girls' sweat is generally different; the smell in the men's kendo club is incredibly foul, unlike this rich fragrance. The armpit and body hair seemed to have been groomed, thin and smooth, without any signs of shaving. Fujio quickly opened his medicine box and took out a cooling spray. "The bamboo sword wound isn't serious; a cold compress will do. Everyone who practices swordsmanship gets these kinds of wounds. Just bear with it!" "Okay…" Miyuki replied softly, turning her face away to her left shoulder because she was too shy. Fujio sprayed the spray onto the wound under her armpit. "Ah…" A cold sensation washed over her, and Miyuki involuntarily cried out. Fujio forcefully pulled up her curled-up right hand; now only traces of the spray were visible. "Ah..." Miyuki bent over in pain, her head drooping with embarrassment. In the midst of the confusion, she had long forgotten the pain. "It's alright now!" "Wait a minute, it's better to wait a little longer!" Fujio pulled Miyuki forcefully, his penis already erect beneath her skirt. He could no longer suppress his lust. This Miyuki seemed so honest and shy; she certainly wouldn't tell anyone. "It smells so good. Have you worn perfume?" "No!" He asked, bringing his face closer. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted over, and Fujio quickly pressed his face against Miyuki's. "Do girls naturally emit this kind of fragrance?" Fujio muttered to himself, his face rubbing against Miyuki's skin. Miyuki's left hand, which had been protecting her chest, was forcefully pulled away. "Ah... Teacher..." Miyuki was momentarily confused, unsure whether this was treatment for her injury or the relationship between teacher and student. She was completely stunned. Her beautiful breasts were exposed; although she was only seventeen, her breasts were already fully developed, with pale cherry-colored nipples that looked very elastic. Fujio hugged her tightly, pressing his mouth to her nipple. The first-year students were busy preparing bathwater and washing clothes, while the second-year students were busy cooking dinner, hoping that the first-year students would come to help after they finished. Moreover, many students would go for walks in the mountains, and perhaps Miyuki wouldn't be able to return immediately, so no one would find this place, Fujio kept calculating in his mind. "Ah!" Miyuki, with her nipple being sucked, suddenly stiffened all over. She couldn't resist; Miyuki had a fear of her teacher, and this was in the mountains far from any human habitation; perhaps she felt that her teacher was the absolute ruler. Weak and exhausted, Miyuki curled up repeatedly, hoping this misfortune would end quickly. Even her cries went unheard in the kitchen, which only fueled Fujio's desire to assault her. Fujio could no longer restrain himself; he sucked hard on her nipple, swirling it with his tongue. The sweet scent of puberty further spurred him to press Miyuki to the floor."No... Teacher... No..." Miyuki pleaded in a terrified voice. A virgin who didn't even know how to kiss, especially a girl from this high school where students were strictly forbidden from dating boys from other schools, only amplified her sexiness and shyness. Miyuki writhed as her body was pressed down, Fujio pressed her face against him, his face constantly sucking on her nipples, occasionally grabbing her full breasts. "Ugh..." Miyuki, her face swaying from side to side, desperately trying to escape, finally had her mouth forcefully kissed, her whole body stiffening. Her soft, red lips were pressed against his, a breath of hot air blowing over her. Fujio, tasting such a fragrant flavor for the first time, thrust his tongue forward forcefully. He licked his lips, sweat glistening in them, his desire to suckle her saliva growing stronger. Miyuki clenched her teeth tightly, while Fujio attacked her teeth with his tongue from side to side. Then, his hands, grasping her breasts, squeezed them even harder. "Ugh..." Miyuki opened her mouth in pain, and taking advantage of this opening, Fujio's slippery tongue attacked her shy yet sweet tongue. Miyuki didn't want to open her mouth at all, but she couldn't avoid Fujio's tongue, so she could only twist her face from side to side. Miyuki was a girl who longed for love, and she never dreamed that her first kiss would be taken away so violently. Fujio kept licking the sweet saliva in Miyuki's mouth, trying harder to find that soft tongue. Under the constant forceful kisses, Miyuki had no strength to resist, anyway, dreams and reality seemed so far away. Soon, Fujio's tongue left Miyuki's mouth and began to lick down her sweaty shoulder, then buried her face in her strong-smelling armpit. "Ah..." Miyuki couldn't help but groan, her body arching. The tongue crawled under her more sensitive armpit, and all sensations had already been dulled. Miyuki's embarrassment and fear gradually disappeared, and her curled-up hands were used by Fujio as a pillow. Fujio continued to savor the seventeen-year-old girl's sweaty scent, his tongue crawling downwards, and his right hand reaching under her skirt to probe. "Ah...no..." Miyuki cried out repeatedly, her body curling up in a ball, desperately resisting. Like the other students, Miyuki wasn't wearing underwear under her skirt. She sweated profusely during sword practice, making washing clothes quite troublesome, and she had only brought a limited amount of underwear for the training camp. Besides, everyone here except Fujio and the headmaster was female, and their bodies weren't easily visible under their kendo uniforms. All of this made things easier for Fujio, facilitating his exploration under her skirt. Fujio forcefully pulled apart her tightly closed thighs with his fingers. "Ah...ah...ah..." Miyuki gasped for breath. She was the most beautiful girl in the kendo club, though far from Fujio's ideal type, but easier to control. Although she appeared quite delicate, her exposed upper body and the thighs he touched gave off a very healthy feeling. His palm touched the sparse pubic hair. Fujio's middle finger slid down to the very center of her thighs, touching the warm, moist clitoris, making Miyuki's muscles tense even more. "No..." Miyuki cried out for help, but her increasingly wet body seemed to be seeking a mate. "Have you masturbated? Spread your legs, I'll make you feel even better." Fujio lifted his head from under his armpit, resting it on Miyuki's arm, inhaling the fragrant scent of her hair as he whispered in her ear. This voice didn't sound like a teacher at all, but rather the excited rapist's voice when he had captured his prey. Suddenly biting her cherry-red ear, Miyuki felt a sharp pain and involuntarily spread her legs. During this time, Fujio used only his fingers, exploring her labia minora, the swollen labia majora, and finally the protruding clitoris. "See, it feels great, doesn't it? It's getting lubricated..." Fujio sucked on her ear, then licked her ear canal, speaking softly. Miyuki bit her lip hard, suppressing her rapid breathing. Her fingers traced circles on her clitoris, stimulating it constantly, occasionally slipping inside her labia to the vaginal opening, where small amounts of vaginal fluid seeped out. But it still felt insufficient; if she were to exert more force, the fluid would surely be released in large quantities to protect her body. Her fingers continued to caress her clitoris, and Miyuki's skin reacted instinctively. Soon, she seemed to gradually get used to it, the shock growing more and more intense, and Miyuki's lower body began to feel suffocated. "Fingers alone aren't enough? Tell me, you want it licked," Fujio said softly. Miyuki had never heard such obscene language before, and her body stiffened, resisting fiercely. Soon, Fujio stood up and reached to unbutton Miyuki's skirt. "No! No!" Miyuki resisted desperately, her body and mind already greatly damaged, but instinctively wanting to protect her most important parts. "Do you want to call someone? Do you want your private parts exposed to everyone?" Wasn't Fujio afraid of his shameful state being revealed? In the midst of the chaos, Miyuki instinctively covered her face, overcome with sorrow. Just then, Fujio unbuttoned his skirt, and it slid to the floor. "Ah...ah..." Miyuki was completely naked, like a newborn baby. As if being forcefully pressed upwards, Fujio pressed down on her knees with both hands and forcefully pulled them apart. "No...don't look..." Miyuki cried out, desperately trying to cover her private parts with her hands and feet, but Fujio buried his face in her private parts. Her lower body was completely enveloped in the stench of sweat; on the inner thighs, bluish veins stretched across the white skin, and her vulva was quite elastic. A thin layer of pubic hair covered her private parts, and a vertical slit ran between her thighs, a troubling sight. As her legs were spread wide, her barely parted vulva revealed a small, pale pink bud. Fujio reached out and used his fingers to spread her labia minora. "Ah..." Miyuki's soft moan escaped through the shock emanating from her inner thighs, between her face and the touch of his fingers. Deep within the parted labia lay the pitiful vaginal opening of a virgin. The inner walls, like rose petals, contracted anxiously with Miyuki's panting. The pinkish mucous membrane inside was already wet. Fujio's face was fixed on the only protrusion at the top of the cleft, the bright, small, pearl-like clitoris beneath the clitoral hood. Soon, Fujio's fingers withdrew, replaced by his face and nose. "Ah..." Miyuki's moan reflected on her thighs, unconsciously squeezing Fujio's face between them. Fujio's face swayed from side to side, his nose constantly stroking his pubic hair, his heart filled with the scent of youthful anticipation. The place wasn't just fragrant; combined with Miyuki's natural body odor, the smegma unique to virgins, and the lingering smell of urine, the complex and intense aroma further stimulated his male instincts. "No...no..." Miyuki tilted her face back, trying to push Fujio's face away with both hands, but she couldn't muster any strength; her breathing only became more rapid. Fujio inhaled the beautiful girl's scent, his tongue beginning to crawl towards the inside of the cleft. When his tongue licked the inner muscles, he tasted a peculiar saltiness. At the same time, he pressed harder against the inside of Miyuki's thighs. Fujio inserted his tongue, licking back and forth around the vaginal opening, and slowly licking the most sensitive part, the clitoris. "Ah..." Miyuki rolled over to escape the attack. Fujio held Miyuki's waist tightly and relentlessly attacked her clitoris. The clitoris glistened under the wetness of saliva, and his penis quickly became erect under the foreskin. Occasionally, he would lick the depths of the cleft with his tongue to moisten her private parts; the salty smell of sweat had long since transformed into a sweet, sour fluid. Her strong sense of shame and timidity manifested in the opposite way physically, resulting in an abundance of vaginal fluid. "Feels good, doesn't it! Shout louder!" Fujio looked up, his gaze sliding across the grassy mounds, over the white skin, and down to her well-shaped, healthy breasts, his eyes falling to her chin. Miyuki seemed to want to escape the obscene language, shaking her head repeatedly. Whew sounds mingled with the constant trembling of sweat. Soon, Fujio simply lifted Miyuki's legs and used his fingers to spread her buttocks between her large, plump buttocks, licking the most mysterious part of her anus with his tongue. "No...no..." Miyuki moaned repeatedly as the cleft was licked, her body writhing. The buttocks were the epitome of all the body's scents; the bud-like anus, combined with Miyuki's natural allure, smelled especially sweet. But all of this was undoubtedly the best aphrodisiac for Fujio. Fujio used his thumbs to pry open her anus, first tasting it with the tip of his tongue, then pushing his tongue forward until he reached the rectal mucosa. "Ugh...ah..." Miyuki's lower body felt incredibly suffocated, as Fujio's face kept circling her genitals. Fujio lifted his head, moistened her anus with saliva, and then thrust his index finger inside in one go. "Ugh..." Miyuki groaned as if she were about to suffocate, her anus rapidly contracting. With his entire finger inside, Fujio savored the feeling of the contraction. Fujio then inserted his thumb into the virgin's vaginal opening, pumping it back and forth. "No..." Miyuki was drenched in sweat, suffering terribly. Her long, disheveled hair clung to her forehead, her face filled with tender affection. "You've always wanted to do this, haven't you? It feels different, like you're floating on air! A girl's heart longs to understand everything about sex."Fujio rambled on, his mask of seriousness long gone, his fingers itching for action. Though still a bachelor, he'd had sex with several girlfriends during his student days, but since turning twenty, he'd been with lustful women. Soon, Fujio pulled all his fingers out. "Ah!" Her fully lubricated vagina and anus felt the urge to defecate. As his fingers were withdrawn, Miyuki involuntarily groaned, her anus, which had been bulging like a lemon, instantly returning to its bud-like state. Fujio first smelled his fingers, then immediately thrust them in front of Miyuki's nose. "Ah…" Miyuki smelled her own stench and quickly turned her face away. "This is your body odor. I licked it clean; now it's your turn to lick my fingers clean." Fujio shoved his fingers into Miyuki's mouth. "Ugh…" Miyuki struggled desperately, but with her nose pinched, her mouth naturally opened. The inserted fingers swirled inside Miyuki's mouth. "Lick harder, do you want to lick my fingers or mine?" Fujio quickly unbuttoned his skirt with his left hand, revealing himself to be naked, just like Miyuki, his penis constantly erect. "No need to lick your fingers anymore, lick this now!" Fujio suddenly straddled her chest, his dark glans right in front of her, making her breathe even faster. "Ahhh!..." Miyuki instinctively turned her head away when she saw the penis approaching. "Take a good look at the first time, okay? How about it, this treasure is about to enter your little..." Fujio grasped his penis with his hand, then aimed the oozing urethra at Miyuki's nose. Originally, Fujio didn't intend to take Miyuki's virginity, and the time was so short; he didn't like to rush things like this. A beautiful girl like Miyuki, exuding such youthful energy, should at least be enjoyed for the whole night. However, judging from Miyuki's condition, he had to resort to rape. But this was the first time she had seen something so big; besides fear, her vaginal opening might also tear. "If you don't want to be penetrated, open your mouth." "Ugh..." Tears welled up in Miyuki's long eyelashes, and her tightly closed lips were finally pried open. Fujio sat down and inserted the head of his penis into Miyuki's mouth. "Don't bite with your teeth, lick it with your tongue first." Fujio breathed deeply with pleasure, and Miyuki did as he said, beginning to lick with her tongue. Miyuki's eyebrows furrowed, and she only tentatively touched it with the tip of her tongue first. When the soft tip of her tongue touched the tip, she tasted the sticky fluid that had seeped out. Soon, the beautiful girl's clean saliva replaced everything. Fujio's breathing became more and more rapid, and his pubic hair became smooth under the saliva, making the head of his penis bulge in Miyuki's mouth. So Fujio leaned forward further, squeezing his penis deep into her throat. "Ah..." When the tip of his penis touched the mucous membrane of her throat, Miyuki cried out in pain. His mouth, moist with saliva, made contact with the entire penis as the tongue tried to escape, dodging left and right. Soon, the entire penis was submerged in saliva, and Fujio pulled it out as soon as it was wet. But Miyuki didn't even have time to catch her breath before his penis was already pressed against her lips again. "Lick it all, then put it in your mouth and suck it." Her testicles felt like they were being squeezed out, and Fujio's lower body, enveloped in warm breath and saliva, didn't feel short of breath. Fujio's waist continued its assault, then he used his fingers to pry open his anus and thrust it towards Miyuki's pitiful mouth. "Lick harder, do you want me to lick you, or do you want my penis inside you? I'm fine with both!" Fujio said, his erect penis becoming even harder under Miyuki's tongue. The heat from her anus assaulted Miyuki, sending a tingling sensation that felt quite pleasurable. Although Miyuki inwardly resisted, she still licked his penis with her soft tongue and saliva. The feeling of a beautiful girl licking his anus for the first time made Fujio feel like he was floating on air, especially since she was his student. He had imagined playing this game with his student many times, and only today, far from the school in the remote mountains, could he finally fulfill his wish. He couldn't hold back any longer, and besides, Miyuki should be back with everyone. Fujio lifted his hips and then deeply inserted his penis into Miyuki's mouth once more. "Stir your tongue around hard, or suck hard while making a sound." Fujio's hips moved up and down in Miyuki's mouth repeatedly. The saliva-moistened penis, vaguely visible and making a smacking sound, was barely perceptible. Miyuki, wanting to end this nightmare quickly, puffed out her cheeks, no longer having time to resist, and her tongue began to move wildly. "Yes, yes, good! Now you're going to ejaculate, you have to swallow it all," Fujio said, his hips moving even faster. Miyuki's tongue movements were perfectly synchronized with Fujio's thrusts, pleasure slowly spreading throughout her body, finally erupting. Intense pleasure shot from the penis to her head, and Fujio forcefully ejaculated into Miyuki's mouth. "Ugh... gulp... ugh..." Hot liquid shot straight down her throat, and Miyuki began to cough. Thus, the penis left her mouth, leaving Miyuki's lips covered in semen. "Swallow it, you're going to ejaculate again," Fujio said, savoring the pleasure while forcefully gripping the trembling penis. A large amount of semen sprayed from his erect urethra, directly onto Miyuki's face. "Ah..." Her eyes, nose, and cheeks were covered in semen, and Miyuki quickly turned her face away. But Fujio pressed her down with his knees, keeping Miyuki lying on her back, so the semen naturally splattered all over her face. Miyuki's beautiful face was covered in white, sticky fluid, like tears running down her cheeks, then her ears, and down to her hair. Soon, Fujio squeezed out the last drop of semen from his tightly gripped penis and poured it into Miyuki's mouth. "It tastes good, doesn't it! Drink it all." Finally, the pleasure subsided, and Fujio breathed heavily, then shifted his position, using his fingers to smear the semen from Miyuki's face onto her lips. Miyuki lay on her back, panting softly from her soiled lips. "Miyaki is such a lazybones!" "I'm sorry..." Back in the kitchen, Miyuki had no choice but to suppress her laughter at her companions; how could she possibly say something so shameful? Fujio, who had been watching from the shadows, finally felt relieved. They still needed to stay together temporarily. Soon, Fujio strolled around the courtyard. The inner courtyard was a large cemetery, but it had long been abandoned by the villagers. The sun finally set. "Teacher, are you alone with some lovely students?" The monk, having finished his evening prayers, came out of the main hall and greeted Fujio. Fifty-nine years old, his name was Genshin, a well-known abbot, but he was fair-skinned and robust, with a lewd look. He had once harassed respectable women in the village and even raped other men's wives and daughters; he was a notorious troublemaker, so his wife had long since fled. "Monk, please don't rape my students," Fujio said with a bitter smile. Although they had been familiar with each other since their student days, they hadn't been in touch for a long time, and their relationship seemed to have cooled. This was the monk who had taught Fujio how to play with women. "I can't take it anymore! I'm getting old and losing my looks these days, I've long lost my energy. But right now, I need to absorb the nectar of young women, the so-called yin-yang replenishment." The monk smiled maliciously. "You're no better, you should have been punished by heaven long ago." Fujio got up and took out a lighter from his pocket, while the monk took out a roll of mosquito coils, lit it, and then lit a cigarette. "You're a teacher now, and at a famous girls' school in the city, the rules are very strict, can you handle it?" "So I came here to get some fresh air! Tomorrow we'll be adding a new female teacher, just graduated from university, she's a great beauty!" "Wow! That's wonderful." The monk's fleshy face smiled frivolously. On the other side, which connected to the inner courtyard, came the sound of several first-year students washing clothes. Everyone was wearing kendo uniforms, holding rags, and not wearing underwear, they would definitely be completely dry by tomorrow. At this moment, a student looked over. "I wonder if the water is boiling yet...?" Mizusawa Yuka, an innocent and romantic girl, looked as cute as a doll. Having never experienced this old-fashioned wooden tub bath or the common latrine-style toilet in the city, these were all new experiences for them. "Alright! I'll help." The monk tossed away his cigarette, stubbed it out with his straw sandal, and immediately stood up and walked towards Yuka. Then he took her hand and led her into the bathhouse. "Don't worry, he's a monk," Fujio muttered to himself as he watched them go. Then he stood up and left his seat. During this training camp, Fujio was assigned a separate three-square-meter room, the monk slept in the main bedroom in the hall, and the eleven students were crammed into two four-square-meter rooms next to the hall. Fujio's body still retained the feel of Miyuki's soft skin and the unique scent of puberty. Insertion, penetration, and ejaculation on Miyuki's flawless face—this pleasure was far greater than rape. With such a simple act, she would surely remain silent; I must find a chance to gain pleasure, no matter what. Of course, Fujio was incredibly energetic, capable of ejaculating five or six times a night. To ensure he could have Miyuki, he had to find an opportunity to be with her tonight. "I'm just giving women pleasure," Fujio thought to himself. The more innocent and naive the girl, the more it ignited the beast within him."I'm sorry, teacher..." It was still free time, and Miyuki called from outside the door. Miyuki's face was pale and bruised, and she was very nervous. She didn't dare to go inside and just sat in the hallway. Her legs were kneeling in a rounded shape under her blue shorts, and terror and shame seemed to be deeply ingrained in her heart. "What is it?" "This is the training schedule. Katagiri asked me to bring it..." Katagiri Kumiko was the captain of the kendo club and a good friend of Miyuki since elementary school. Miyuki was dragged into the kendo club by her. Kumiko was quite busy directing things in the kitchen and bathhouse, so she asked Miyuki to run errands. "Bring it over here." Fujio sat in the middle of the room, resting his chin on his elbow, waiting for Miyuki to come over. Miyuki hesitated for a moment, then quickly picked up the schedule and went inside. The paper door was wide open, and the first-year students could be seen in the yard from the eaves! Miyuki approached Fujio, sat up straight, and handed him the schedule. "Hmm, not bad. Stick it on the wall." "Yes..." Miyuki nodded quickly, but Fujio didn't return the schedule to her. "How's the sword wound? Does it still hurt?" "This... it's alright now..." "How's your heartache?" Fujio asked, his gaze fixed on Miyuki. Miyuki lowered her eyes, her lips wet with tears; she didn't know whether to answer or not. After a while, Miyuki whispered, "I used to admire you so much, teacher... but..." Her large eyes were filled with tears. "Has it all been shattered?" Fujio asked mischievously, his eyes fixed on Miyuki. "Are you fantasizing about having a romantic relationship with me?" "Please, don't say that..." Miyuki's shoulders trembled as she spoke, tears welling in her eyes. "Alright! To me, all eleven students are exactly the same. Besides wanting your bodies, I want to win your hearts even more." "..." "If you want a special relationship with me, sneak into my room tonight. I'll treat you especially well; that's my teaching method." "I won't go..." "No! You have to come." Fujio said, grabbing Miyuki's wrist. "Ah...we'll be seen..." Miyuki instinctively shrank back, looking towards the courtyard. "Hoo hoo...see, didn't you say you were afraid of being seen?" Fujio smiled wryly, then forcefully pulled Miyuki, grabbing her chin and kissing her lips deeply. "Ugh..." Miyuki was breathless from the kiss, and Fujio's hand caressed her breasts under her gym uniform, rendering her immobile. Her front teeth parted weakly, allowing Fujio's tongue to invade. In any case, it was too far away for the first-year students to see, because there was still a little light in the courtyard, and the lights inside were not yet on. Fujio inhaled Miyuki's scent, his tongue licking the sweet saliva from her mouth. He rubbed her swollen breasts with his palms, searching for her hardening nipples, while Miyuki was already utterly exhausted. Miyuki's tongue moved unconsciously, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Soon, Fujio's lips left hers, and he began to caress her mons pubis, which was gradually swelling beneath her shorts. "Ah…" Miyuki desperately suppressed a sound. Her thighs, still damp with sweat, tightly gripped Fujio's fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it? You're already wet inside. You look so innocent, but your inner desires are so strong," Fujio whispered beside her. Soon, his fingers slipped through the hem of her shorts, parted her panties, and touched her labia directly. Just as she had imagined, his fingers were slippery, and the inside of her labia was warm and moist. Although the captain had sent her here, perhaps Miyuki's body had subconsciously anticipated this moment! "Wow! So wet. You're the type who likes to be raped. What's wrong, are you shy? Your little thing is chasing after men!" "Don't... say that." Miyuki turned her face away, panting as if in a dream, her whole body pressed against Fujio's broad chest. Although she wasn't athletic and didn't know how to do kendo very well, the reason she hadn't quit was probably because she subconsciously liked being abused. Fujio knew from experience that people like this often infiltrated various sports clubs. "It's time to shower. We can continue tonight." After saying that, Fujio stood up. "Ah..." Miyuki suddenly lost her balance and fell to the floor. "Wow! Atsuko, I didn't expect you to have such big breasts." "No, yours is the big one." The first-year students went to shower noisily. In the steam, the mature bodies of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds were vaguely visible. The monk swallowed hard as he peeked, the girls' fragrant scent wafting out through the steam. After the second-year students entered the bathhouse, the air was filled with the unique scent of teenage girls. It was a wooden-plank bathroom, large enough for five or six people to bathe at once. The monk was peeping between the changing room and the firewood-burning area, his hands clutching several pairs of underwear and undergarments. While kendo uniforms were washed together, underwear was washed separately. He stared, drooling, and naturally dripped saliva onto the underwear. At this age, the monk's desire wasn't so much about the frequency of ejaculation, but rather about absorbing the essence of young girls to prolong his ejaculation. Unconsciously, he crumpled the underwear in his palm, finding them small and cute. The white gypsum uniforms were speckled with the girls' sweat and still carried their body odor. The monk, peeping, pressed the uniforms against his face. The sweet, milky scent of sweat assaulted his nostrils, sending a surge of excitement through his penis. The scent from under his armpits was particularly strong. He brought the shorts to his nose to smell them; they were covered in the smell of dirt, dust, and Egyptian fibers, failing to produce the expected scent. The monk smelled the gym clothes and shorts one by one, then peeked through the hole, before bringing the underwear to his nose to sniff. Between handling the clothes and peeking back and forth into the bathroom, he unconsciously pulled down his shorts, revealing his monstrous, thick, and short penis. He rubbed his penis against the center of the underwear, where there were secretions from the girls, pubic hair, and smegma. The monk's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he simply put the underwear in his mouth and licked it. Although it was sweet and sour, it had a peculiar smell, like cheese, which further stimulated the monk's senses. The monk held the underwear to his nose and sniffed it intensely, then looked through the hole to see which one belonged to the girl. The monk's position was higher than the floor, allowing him to observe the girls' every move from above. They were all girls from good families, so naturally they had never experienced real sex, but their breasts were already full and their genitals were mature.It was too far for the first-year students to see, as there was still a faint light in the yard, and the lights inside were off. Fujio inhaled Miyuki's scent, his tongue licking the sweet saliva from her mouth. He rubbed her swollen breasts with his palms, searching for her hardening nipples, while Miyuki was already exhausted. Miyuki's tongue moved unconsciously, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Soon, Fujio's lips left hers, and he began to caress her mons pubis, which was gradually swelling beneath her shorts. "Ah..." Miyuki desperately suppressed a sound. Her thighs, still damp with sweat, tightly gripped Fujio's fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it? You're already wet inside. You look so honest, but your inner desires are so strong," Fujio whispered beside her. Soon, his fingers slipped through the cuffs of her shorts, parted her panties, and touched her labia directly. Just as she had imagined, his fingers were slippery, and the inside of her labia was warm and moist. Although the captain had sent her here, perhaps Miyuki's body had subconsciously been anticipating this moment! "Wow! So wet. You're the type who likes to be raped. What's wrong, are you shy? Your little thing is chasing after men!" "Don't... say that." Miyuki turned her face away, panting as if in a dream, her whole body pressed against Fujio's broad chest. Although she wasn't athletic and didn't know how to do kendo very well, the reason she hadn't quit was probably because she subconsciously liked being abused. Fujio knew from experience that people like this often infiltrated various sports clubs. "It's time to shower. We can continue tonight." After saying that, Fujio stood up. "Ah..." Miyuki suddenly lost her balance and fell to the floor. "Wow! Atsuko, I didn't expect you to have such big breasts." "No, yours is the big one." The first-year students went to shower noisily. In the steam, the mature bodies of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds were vaguely visible. The monk swallowed hard as he peeked, the girls' fragrant scent wafting out through the steam. After the second-year students entered the bathhouse, the air was filled with the unique scent of teenage girls. It was a wooden-plank bathroom, large enough for five or six people to bathe at once. The monk was peeping between the changing room and the firewood-burning area, his hands clutching several pairs of underwear and undergarments. While kendo uniforms were washed together, underwear was washed separately. He stared, drooling, and naturally dripped saliva onto the underwear. At this age, the monk's desire wasn't so much about the frequency of ejaculation, but rather about absorbing the essence of young girls to prolong his ejaculation. Unconsciously, he crumpled the underwear in his palm, finding them small and cute. The white gypsum uniforms were speckled with the girls' sweat and still carried their body odor. The monk, peeping, pressed the uniforms against his face. The sweet, milky scent of sweat assaulted his nostrils, sending a surge of excitement through his penis. The scent from under his armpits was particularly strong. He brought the shorts to his nose to smell them; they were covered in the smell of dirt, dust, and Egyptian fibers, failing to produce the expected scent. The monk smelled the gym clothes and shorts one by one, then peeked through the hole, before bringing the underwear to his nose to sniff. Between handling the clothes and peeking back and forth into the bathroom, he unconsciously pulled down his shorts, revealing his monstrous, thick, and short penis. He rubbed his penis against the center of the underwear, where there were secretions from the girls, pubic hair, and smegma. The monk's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he simply put the underwear in his mouth and licked it. Although it was sweet and sour, it had a peculiar smell, like cheese, which further stimulated the monk's senses. The monk held the underwear to his nose and sniffed it intensely, then looked through the hole to see which one belonged to the girl. The monk's position was higher than the floor, allowing him to observe the girls' every move from above. They were all girls from good families, so naturally they had never experienced real sex, but their breasts were already full and their genitals were mature.It was too far for the first-year students to see, as there was still a faint light in the yard, and the lights inside were off. Fujio inhaled Miyuki's scent, his tongue licking the sweet saliva from her mouth. He rubbed her swollen breasts with his palms, searching for her hardening nipples, while Miyuki was already exhausted. Miyuki's tongue moved unconsciously, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Soon, Fujio's lips left hers, and he began to caress her mons pubis, which was gradually swelling beneath her shorts. "Ah..." Miyuki desperately suppressed a sound. Her thighs, still damp with sweat, tightly gripped Fujio's fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it? You're already wet inside. You look so honest, but your inner desires are so strong," Fujio whispered beside her. Soon, his fingers slipped through the cuffs of her shorts, parted her panties, and touched her labia directly. Just as she had imagined, his fingers were slippery, and the inside of her labia was warm and moist. Although the captain had sent her here, perhaps Miyuki's body had subconsciously been anticipating this moment! "Wow! So wet. You're the type who likes to be raped. What's wrong, are you shy? Your little thing is chasing after men!" "Don't... say that." Miyuki turned her face away, panting as if in a dream, her whole body pressed against Fujio's broad chest. Although she wasn't athletic and didn't know how to do kendo very well, the reason she hadn't quit was probably because she subconsciously liked being abused. Fujio knew from experience that people like this often infiltrated various sports clubs. "It's time to shower. We can continue tonight." After saying that, Fujio stood up. "Ah..." Miyuki suddenly lost her balance and fell to the floor. "Wow! Atsuko, I didn't expect you to have such big breasts." "No, yours is the big one." The first-year students went to shower noisily. In the steam, the mature bodies of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds were vaguely visible. The monk swallowed hard as he peeked, the girls' fragrant scent wafting out through the steam. After the second-year students entered the bathhouse, the air was filled with the unique scent of teenage girls. It was a wooden-plank bathroom, large enough for five or six people to bathe at once. The monk was peeping between the changing room and the firewood-burning area, his hands clutching several pairs of underwear and undergarments. While kendo uniforms were washed together, underwear was washed separately. He stared, drooling, and naturally dripped saliva onto the underwear. At this age, the monk's desire wasn't so much about the frequency of ejaculation, but rather about absorbing the essence of young girls to prolong his ejaculation. Unconsciously, he crumpled the underwear in his palm, finding them small and cute. The white gypsum uniforms were speckled with the girls' sweat and still carried their body odor. The monk, peeping, pressed the uniforms against his face. The sweet, milky scent of sweat assaulted his nostrils, sending a surge of excitement through his penis. The scent from under his armpits was particularly strong. He brought the shorts to his nose to smell them; they were covered in the smell of dirt, dust, and Egyptian fibers, failing to produce the expected scent. The monk smelled the gym clothes and shorts one by one, then peeked through the hole, before bringing the underwear to his nose to sniff. Between handling the clothes and peeking back and forth into the bathroom, he unconsciously pulled down his shorts, revealing his monstrous, thick, and short penis. He rubbed his penis against the center of the underwear, where there were secretions from the girls, pubic hair, and smegma. The monk's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he simply put the underwear in his mouth and licked it. Although it was sweet and sour, it had a peculiar smell, like cheese, which further stimulated the monk's senses. The monk held the underwear to his nose and sniffed it intensely, then looked through the hole to see which one belonged to the girl. The monk's position was higher than the floor, allowing him to observe the girls' every move from above. They were all girls from good families, so naturally they had never experienced real sex, but their breasts were already full and their genitals were mature.

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