Lady Lingniang—with a Hundred Sons

Madam Lingniang—One Hundred Sons

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Prologue

Miko, lying prone, had buttocks that bulged from her waist to the sides—Fujioka's favorite part. The 21-year-old girl's waist was a wasp waist without an ounce of fat, and from her waist down, a new line was drawn, followed by her buttocks protruding to the sides. Supported by her full, firm thighs, her buttocks were round and perky, like peeled eggs, with traces of her high-cut swimsuit remaining on their white surface. Fujioka forcefully thrust his large penis into the apex of the inverted triangle, into the hollow between her buttocks. As Fujioka's lower abdomen and Miko's elastic buttocks slapped together, Miko let out an alluring moan.

The moment the large, inserted penis was withdrawn, the hot, moist mucous membranes produced a sticky, sizzling sound. Simultaneously, the sensation of it entwining with the tip was an indescribable pleasure for the man.

Miko, with her typically petite and delicate figure, was not only exceptionally beautiful but also possessed a keen sensitivity and responsiveness, all of which greatly satisfied Fujioka. Tonight, with her breasts and both hands tightly bound by ropes, Miko's reaction was particularly intense; her wet, hot vagina constantly tightened, giving Fujioka immense pleasure.

This was the second time she had been tightly bound and played with tonight. When Fujioka suggested it three days ago, Miko was initially unwilling, but Fujioka told her it was just for fun, so Miko complied. The result was an unprecedented level of arousal.

Fujioka bent slightly, his hands moving from her waist to her chest, grabbing her full breasts, which were tightly bound by ropes, their beauty rivaling her buttocks, and began to knead them incessantly. Her breasts, gradually tightening, became incredibly elastic as Fujioka kneaded them, her delicate nipples erect. Miko, her back completely soaked in sweat, clasped her hands tightly, her forehead supporting her tightly bound upper body. Her beautiful face flushed, revealing an expression of utter ecstasy, while she emitted sweet sobs.

Fujioka had always had this interest; he thoroughly enjoyed these kinds of videos and novels, and with a friend who owned a sex shop, his supply of such items was plentiful, which he often borrowed to enjoy at home. However, this was his first time experiencing it firsthand.

It wasn't that ordinary sex couldn't satisfy him; however, at least for Fujioka at the moment, this kind of sex was the most stimulating. Perhaps it was because he couldn't repay his loan shark debts and was constantly threatened by the yakuza, and this was a way to temporarily escape the pressure.

Fujioka's whole body trembled, and within Miko's burning, hot body, his large penis began to swell with uncontrollable lust.

"Can I ejaculate now?" To Fujioka's question, Miko frowned, looking impatient. "Come on, Fujioka, hurry up," she replied, her lips trembling as if in a spasm.
Fujioka arched his back, gripping her slender waist tightly, and thrust forcefully, ejaculating.
After receiving Fujioka's machine-gun-like stream of semen, Miko reached the peak of pleasure, screaming almost continuously as she reached multiple orgasms.

Fujioka took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled smoke into the ceiling. This was Miko Kosugi's apartment in Takei. After reaching her passionate climax, Miko, her ropes untied, leaned her sweaty body against Fujioka and fell asleep in the afterglow of pleasure.

But Fujioka, having ejaculated, had completely forgotten his earlier excitement, his thoughts now preoccupied with something entirely unrelated to this. "I had no choice but to do it." Thinking of his promise to Sanjo that afternoon, he muttered to himself. "A customer is waiting to see you in the lobby." When Fujioka received the call from the receptionist on the first floor, he was in the secretary's office next to the president, smoking and reading a weekly magazine.

"A customer is looking for me? Who is it?" "It's…" Surprised by the receptionist's answer, "They said they're from Uchimura Trading Co., Ltd."

Fujioka sprang from the sofa as if electrocuted, throwing away the cigarette he was holding. "I'm coming right now. Ask them to wait in the lobby." Fujioka replied in a flustered tone, then stood up.

He jumped into the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, took out his briefcase, pulled out about ten 10,000 yen bills and put them in his trouser pocket, leaving only a few thousand yen in the briefcase inside his suit jacket.

This was the headquarters building of Taiyo Motors, a major Japanese automaker, located in Kyushu. Fujioka, who had been with the company for six years and was 29 years old, had been unexpectedly selected as the president's secretary this April. In college, he was the president of the swimming club. Tall and broad-shouldered, his youthful and energetic image was quite charming, making him popular among the female employees.

The elevator reached the first floor. Beside the lobby, there were two men who looked like thugs. For a moment, Fujioka felt extremely frightened. Then, trying to act like he was handling business, he approached the two men.

Using a polite and courteous tone, he invited them outside, handed them the 100,000 yen interest, and finally saw them off. However, there was an end-of-year bonus next month, totaling 500,000 yen, while the principal was still several million yen. The loan sharks were truly terrifying.

Fujioka's involvement with loan sharks stemmed from his obsessive horse racing and gambling. Originally, Fujioka was a respectable office worker. Later, his college crush, Higashi Momoko, joined the company, and he fantasized about marrying her one day. Unexpectedly, Momoko married the then-president's son, Yamashita Kunio, who is now the president. This traumatized Fujioka, leading to his relentless horse racing and gambling.

Miko was originally Kunio's mistress, but Kunio abandoned her after marrying Momoko. Miko left the company, and Fujioka reunited with her at a hotel in Ginza. The two quickly became intimate.

Fujioka took a deep breath, reaffirming his resolve. Under pressure from loan sharks, Fujioka decided to carry out a plan he never imagined he would do. Fujioka

drove his car to the Yamashita Mansion. This morning, after leaving Miko's apartment, he had called the Yamashita Mansion from a nearby public phone booth.

"Yes, this is the Yamashita Mansion." The Yamashita Mansion was no ordinary place; Momoko would answer the phone herself. Since being appointed as the president's secretary, he had often met with Momoko, but this time he still felt nervous.

"Good morning, this is Fujioka." "Yes." Addressing Momoko, whose tone had softened, Fujioka spoke in a businesslike tone: "The president forgot his important golf balls and asked me to come get them. May I come now?" "

That person is just forgetful, there's really nothing I can do, I'm sorry to trouble you." "No problem, I'll be right there."

Upon arriving at the mansion, Momoko, dressed in a knitted suit, smiled and greeted him, revealing her healthy, white teeth. The low-cut design that slightly revealed her breasts, along with a string of pure white pearl necklaces around her neck, made Momoko appear even more noble and sexy. Upon meeting her, seeing Momoko, who appeared even more radiant and beautiful, Fujioka felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, but he quickly calmed down and, as Momoko's husband's secretary, greeted her politely.

Although Momoko was now the president's wife, she was still the same as before, smiling warmly as she said, "Which kind of ball did you forget to bring? Please come in and take a look." "Yes, then I'll be bothering you."
Momoko led the way, and Fujioka changed into slippers and entered the house.

Walking ahead, Momoko's buttocks, encased in a white, tight miniskirt, and her slender, shapely legs peeking out from the hem, exuded a captivating sexiness that stirred Fujioka's heart. Her beauty was undeniable, and her voluptuous, sexy figure was universally admired; anyone who had seen her in a swimsuit during her university days would agree. Her round, taut buttocks, her entire body seemingly constricted by something, created an alluring, upward-hanging effect. Her legs weren't just long; the fleshy curves of her feet displayed an extremely provocative beauty.

This body, once the object of his dreams, might now, perhaps, become his own. Fujioka reached into his jacket pocket, finding an envelope containing a photograph. His left breast pounded, his heart pounding so loudly it seemed the whole world could hear it.

"Please look for it; I'll make you some tea," Momoko said, opening the study door and letting Fujioka into the room. At this moment, Fujioka finally mustered his courage: "Madam, um..." "What?" "Actually..." He took a breath, staring at Momoko who had turned around, his eyes filled with guilt. He took an envelope from his jacket pocket and, with trembling fingers, pulled out two photographs.

Momoko took the photographs from Fujioka and looked at them, her entire face turning pale. The first photograph showed a naked woman with her hands tied behind her back, lying face down on a bed, her buttocks raised high as an enema was inserted. The other photograph showed a woman with fair skin covered in sweat, her arms tied behind her back, straddling a toilet, defecating. Momoko's face turned pale not because of the content of the photographs, but because of the beauty distorted by shame in them, her eyes filled with moisture as she reveled in being tortured—that was none other than Momoko herself.

The man inserting the enema into Momoko's buttocks in the first photo is none other than Kitagawa, Yamashita's first secretary. Anyone unaware of their relationship would be astonished by the contrast between Momoko's plump, whiter-than-a-peach-like buttocks and Kitagawa's over-fifty, fat, reptilian appearance.

The two remained silent until Momoko finally spoke: "Where did you get these?" "From Mr. Kitagawa's pocket," Fujioka explained simply. It turned out that Fujioka and Kitagawa had gone to a sauna together. After sweating, they went to the bar upstairs for drinks, and Kitagawa said he wanted a cigarette. "Fujioka, could you please get me some cigarettes?" He was given the key to his safe. While searching his jacket pocket in the safe, a stack of photos fell out, bound with rubber bands. The stack contained about thirty photos. Fujioka picked them up and flipped through them; even he wondered if he was seeing things.

Fujioka, examining the two photographs in his hand again, asked, "Is Madam interested in this guy?"
"No, not at all." "Then why did you sleep with him?" "Ugh... I was forced." "Tie me up, then gave me an enema, and then had photos taken, is that it?" Facing Fujioka's sarcastic laughter, Momoko frowned in shame, looking on the verge of collapse. "I suppose it's what you wanted, Madam." "
Mr. Fujioka, please give me back the photos. Please, you absolutely mustn't tell my husband."
Seeing Fujioka put the photos back in his pocket, Momoko pleaded urgently. "You can't do that! I'm the president's secretary. How can I remain silent about something so important?" "Please," Momoko cried, her eyes filled with tears.

"Well... alright, after all, my relationship with your wife is even deeper than with the president, but there are conditions." Bai's eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes, I will do my best." "Then, please pay to buy back the photos. Five million yen for one, ten million yen for two." "That's too much." "Can't the wife of the president of Japan's largest automaker afford that much?" "Okay... alright."

"There's one more thing." Fujioka said as he approached and grabbed Bai's delicate and supple arms. "The down payment for this contract is... no, I hope you will pay with your body." Bai's beautiful eyes widened as she twisted her body and backed away. "What kind of nonsense is this? Don't joke around." "Look at me, does this look like a joke?" "You shouldn't be this surprised after being embraced by a pervert like Kitagawa."

Bai looked at Fujioka with a look of surprise, contempt, and indifference, but Fujioka stared back at Bai with a look that showed no fear whatsoever. "You're probably thinking I'm this kind of person. It's true, I've always had feelings for you and tried my best to show my best side. Even after you married the president, I felt I was too inadequate. I never imagined that you, who were like a goddess in my eyes, would do something like this with Kitagawa. When I saw the photos, I felt like I shattered..." "I just want to be like Kitagawa, but not like Kitagawa who used force, because there's no need for that. Come on, Momoko, take off your clothes right here." "

Your method is so despicable." Momoko's lips trembled as she glared at Fujioka with reproach. "You're my senior from university, aren't you? You actually exploited a junior's weakness and then threatened her..." Momoko said, her voice almost choked with sobs.

"Madam, I'm here to pick up a golf ball. I'm going back to the president's place immediately. Please answer me right away,"
Fujioka said impatiently. Momoko lowered her head and remained silent. "Is that so? I understand." As he stood up to leave, Momoko called out to Fujioka. "I understand, I'll do as you say." "But, could you please go to the next room while I'm undressing?" Standing between the two beds side by side, Bai Zi said, bowing her head.
"No, you can't do that. I want to watch Bai Zi undress, until she takes off the last piece of clothing." This was the newlyweds' very comfortable bedroom, and the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere gave people a sweet and fresh feeling. "First, take off your stockings. I haven't seen Bai Zi's beautiful legs in a long time." Bai Zi, her face flushed, bit her lip as if half-realizing something, while rolling up her white mini-skirt and reaching behind her to pull the top of the stockings. The young wife's full and beautiful thighs were completely exposed, and soon, along her slender legs, she twisted and pulled off the stockings.

"Next is the blouse." Momoko unbuttoned a button, her hands trembling. The thought of Momoko's torment stirred an unimaginable, dark lust within Fujioka. His Venus, Momoko, was having an affair with his boss, Kitagawa. The feeling of betrayal transformed into a sadistic urge, surging from the depths of his heart. Just a week ago, he could never have dreamed that Momoko, whom he thought he could never have, was now right before his eyes, willingly removing her skirt and blouse. Momoko's body, clad only in a bra and panties, was exactly the same as when she wore a swimsuit in college—unchanged, no, still as fresh as before, yet imbued with a mature and alluring womanhood. This was the body that truly deserved the title of Venus.

"Come on, next, take off the bra." Receiving Fujioka's order, who was barely managing to suppress his excitement, Momoko covered her breasts with one hand and moved the shoulder straps. When the bra fell to her feet, she covered her breasts with both hands, desperately trying to hold back the sound of tears welling up. "Stop dawdling. What else haven't you taken off?" "That's enough, please." "You indecisive woman! If you're annoying, I'll report you to the president right now." Hearing Fujioka's words, Momoko nervously placed her fingers on the high-cut panties at her slender waist and began to pull them down.

Fujioka's eyes were fixed on her full lower abdomen and the base of her thighs. He hadn't noticed before when she was clothed, but when Momoko was naked, he finally understood that her body was far more sensual than he had imagined. Her two full, soft breasts were, of course, undeniable; her abdomen was without an ounce of fat; her legs were muscular and firm; and the soft tips of her thighs—all exuded the allure of a mature woman.

Completely naked, Momoko covered her breasts with one hand and her genitals with the other, like a prisoner awaiting execution, her head bowed, trembling with fear. "Who said you can cover yourself with your hands? You must obey my orders, Madam. Come on, take your hands off and let me see your proud body." "Ugh, Mr. Fujioka... I'm so embarrassed." Panting, she moved her hands down from her breasts, then slowly placed them beside her thighs.

With her feet together, Momoko lowered her head, biting her lip. The shame and humiliation of having to appear naked before a man other than her husband, especially someone like her secretary, was unbearable. Even with her eyes closed, her porcelain-like skin betrayed a creeping, repulsive gaze. Fujioka's eyes moved from the thick pubic hair at the base of her thighs to her Greek-sculpted body, finally settling on her beautifully swaying breasts. The taut muscles of her thighs and the straight, almost Western-looking legs gave the impression of a European woman's feet.

"Madam, please turn around." Covering her face with her hands, Momoko turned, the curve of her neck and back remarkably graceful, the alluring curves of her waist and hips radiating a seductive aura. Fujioka took a rope from his briefcase.

"Put your hands behind your back." Momoko turned around, her face contorting in embarrassment. "Please, stop here, forgive me, okay?" "I can't waste the rope I specially prepared." Fujioka stood up and grabbed Momoko's arm. Momoko struggled and refused, finally kneeling on the ground. "If you don't obey, I'll take the photos to the company, your wife will be kicked out of the house, and even your parents will be disgraced."
"No, please stop talking, you devil." Although Momoko cursed, she still endured the humiliation and accepted Fujioka tying the rope around her body, forcing her to lie on the bed. Momoko's legs were tied to the foot of the bed, and then Fujioka began to take off his shirt. Her long, black hair, which fell over her shoulders, covered Momoko's face, which was turned to the side. Only the sound of her sobbing could be heard. Her arms were tied behind her back, and her legs were spread wide, her whole body was bound in a "V" shape. Fujioka, who had taken off his clothes, knelt between Momoko's legs. "You and the president enjoyed yourselves on this bed, didn't you?" "I don't know..." Momoko turned her face to the side.

The thought of embracing Momoko's naked body with both hands filled him with a powerful sense of conquest and joy. The love that had made his soul tremble since the first time he saw her seemed to resurface. He approached Momoko's lips, which he had never touched before, with almost reverence.

"Ugh... I hate it." Momoko shook her head from side to side, trying to escape Fujioka's earnestly approaching lips. Fujioka instantly became angry, clamping Momoko's face between his hands. "Even if you say you hate it, you can't escape it." He roughly pressed his lips against Momoko's boat, then greedily sucked on it. Momoko kept her mouth tightly closed, but Fujioka didn't force her. His tongue began to crawl back and forth on Momoko's beautiful face, her sharp nose, her tightly closed eyes, her delicate chin, even her nostrils and ear holes were covered with Fujioka's saliva.

"I hate it, stop it, Mr. Fujioka... Ahh, I hate it." Momoko screamed. For a lady of high society, having her entire face licked was a terrible humiliation. On the contrary, Fujioka's sadistic lust was further aroused by Momoko's beauty, which was distorted by humiliation, and her crying and screaming.

"How does it feel to have your face licked like a dog by your husband's secretary, madam?" he said, gently biting Momoko's nose. As Momoko's moans turned into sobs, Fujioka pressed his lips against hers again. This time, Momoko offered little resistance, seemingly resigned to accepting Fujioka's lips and letting his tongue enter her mouth.

Sucking on his wife's saliva, Fujioka fully savored the taste of her delicate tongue. Then, he began to caress the sensual body before him. Momoko's soft skin, the fullness of every part of her body that he touched, moved Fujioka, especially her rich sensuality, which was unimaginable from Momoko's usual innocent appearance. Her
beautifully shaped, firm breasts trembled gently with each heartbeat, her snow-white skin and pale pink nipples seemed to be begging for a man's touch. Fujioka used his tongue to suck on one nipple while kneading the other breast.

Although he harbored resentment towards Momoko, the act of actually touching her body with his own hands, and the sensation of his tongue tracing her skin, triggered an indescribable surge of excitement and desire. When he initially devised this plan, he intended to utterly ravage Momoko's body, who had betrayed him. However, the excitement burning deep within him had numbed his anger. Now, he had long forgotten about revenge; all he felt was tenderness, a desire to fully satisfy the body of the woman he secretly loved.

His persistent caresses unconsciously stirred Momoko's sensuality. He swirled his tongue around his young wife's pink nipples, glistening with saliva. As she breathed heavily, the buds gradually hardened, and when gently bitten by his teeth… "Ah…" A sigh escaped Momoko's lips, almost uncontrollably.

He then began to knead her nipples from the center outwards, stroking them back and forth. Fujioka used various techniques, tracing his tongue over her nipples, biting them with his mouth, and licking them upwards several times. "Ugh, ah, ugh..." Momoko frowned, her neck tilting back, her fair and beautiful face gradually turning pink. Fujioka's gaze shifted to Momoko's garden, the slightly raised and endearing tip of her lower abdomen, where thick, dark pubic hair grew, and below, her legs were clamped together, her slender vulva a tender pale pink.

"Ah, w-what are you doing?" Awakening from the intoxicating pleasure, Momoko made a flustered sound, as Fujioka lifted her waist and placed a pillow underneath her. "Oh dear, I hate it, don't look!"
Momoko's round, firm thighs were spread wide open in a pitiful manner. She struggled desperately to move her unrestrained body. Before Fujioka's eyes, the lovely garden at the base of her thighs was completely exposed. Through the narrow slit that was slightly open, one could glimpse the sticky, moist flesh. Fujioka, half-believing, used his fingers to pull the pink slit taut to the tip.

"Ah, I hate it... Ah..." Instantly, Momoko, her limbs stiffening, cried out, shaking her head frantically, the muscles in her thighs spasming. "Even if you hate it, how do you explain being this wet, madam?"
"No, I don't know." "Don't play dumb. Look at this." He put the honey-like fluid he had scooped up with his fingers to Momoko's nose. "Oh dear, I hate it... I'm so embarrassed." Momoko's face turned bright red, like a little girl.

Even seeing Momoko's moist, glistening body, Fujioka didn't find it obscene. Although he didn't show it outwardly, he was very pleased with Momoko's reaction to his caresses. As if expressing his feelings, Fujioka suddenly pressed his lips to the delicate labia between her long legs.

"Ah..." Momoko's sweat-drenched face convulsed, and she gasped for breath. "Stop, stop, that place, ahh, no, please..." Fujioka, holding her thighs down, buried his nose in the soft pubic hair, tracing his tongue along her vulva several times, then inserting his tongue into the lower part of her vulva, and then pushing it upwards.

"Ugh..." The convulsing screams abruptly stopped at that moment, turning into intermittent moans of unbearable pain. Thinking about it carefully, perhaps this was Momoko's first oral sex experience. No, it must be. Because it was her first experience, she didn't know how to defend herself, so it was easy for him to penetrate her.
In fact, when Fujioka's fingers spread her vulva open, it was as if fresh juice was about to burst forth, and hot nectar dripped down like foam.

He inserted his tongue into Momoko's wonderfully fresh body, the surrounding mucous membranes and rich, moist petals enveloping his tongue. Momoko, who had been crying out loudly, unconsciously became docile, her occasional sobs interspersed with sweet sighs. She must have received absolutely no love from Yamashita to have messed around with that lewd and despicable middle-aged man like Kitagawa. However, from today onwards, things would be different. He would love her, he would thoroughly love every part of her body.

His tongue, inserted into her body from the entrance, moved in and out, making sounds and stirring, then Fujioka continued towards the pink pearl peeking out from between the narrow petals. The moment Fujioka's tongue touched the pink pearl, her upturned breasts and raised buttocks bounced together.

"Ah..." Momoko let out an unexpectedly soft and seductive sound. It had only been a light touch, but due to her dissatisfaction with her newlywed life, Momoko, whose body was being thoroughly caressed, reached the peak of pleasure when all her sensual pearls were struck. The sudden spread of sensitive sensations caused her taut abdomen to bounce, and her mature thighs to tremble. Momoko tried to control herself, but she couldn't resist the sudden impact. Sobbing, Momoko
felt ashamed of her sensitive reaction, but the numbing sensation that reached the core of her body made her eyes moist with intoxication. At this moment, Fujioka had no time to laugh at Momoko's quick reaction. Now, his young wife, who had reached orgasm through his tongue, exuding a sweet and delicious taste, her beautiful naked body was presented before him, and Fujioka himself was filled with the excitement of about to ejaculate.

Fujioka once again traced his tongue across Momoko's lower abdomen, then down to her sides and armpits. Momoko, who had already reached orgasm, was defenseless. Suddenly, her upper body began to arch. Even so, out of caution for losing his young wife, Momoko, looking down, let out a small sound, "Ugh, ah, umm." She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to suppress the sound.

Fujioka, as if back in his university days, was incredibly innocent. He cupped his hands around the young, elastic breasts bound tightly by the rope. His young wife, already in a trance-like state, had her nipples bulging boldly and surprisingly. Her body, concealing a cool soul, and possessing a healthy, Venus-like appearance, seemed to grant her a richer range of sensuality than others.

As Fujioka gently played with the pale pink nipple, his tongue pressed against hers,
Momoko involuntarily pursed her lips, letting out a sigh—a more distressed and acute sound than before. Her swollen nipples rose even higher at the peak of her breasts, and Fujioka began to gently cover them with his lips, gradually increasing the attraction.

"Ahhh..." Despite trying to clench her teeth, Momoko let out a sweet sob. Her upper body, tightly bound by ropes, arched backward, her breasts bulging. Fujioka pressed his lips against the other nipple, his hot, thick penis aimed at the base of her lower body, and carefully inserted it.

"Ah, ahh..." Although it was just a momentary shock and contraction, Momoko's body, with the tip of the large penis inserted, was filled with a fresh flush of red, trembling from the joyful impact. Fujioka's large penis, bathed in burning, scalding nectar, strangely spasmed, tightly joined together. Fujioka's overwhelming pleasure made the large penis swell even more. Fujioka

held Momoko's shoulders tightly with both hands, closed his eyes, and even if he died like this, he would not regret it. If he were to die inside Momoko, he would exchange his life for it. However, the passion stopped before reaching climax, which could only be described as a miracle. The penis was still pulsating inside Momoko's body, and he could continue to caress it. The first time he penetrated the body of the woman he loved most, surrounded by burning nectar and mucous membranes, and with the soft tightness of her labia, it would suck upwards, as if it were inhabited by another life, so alluring.
Fujioka slowly began to twist his waist. He knew he could only hold on for a short time, but even if he didn't move at all, he wouldn't last long. Several rhythmic movements would not only satisfy his own desires but also stimulate Momoko's senses. "Oh...oh..." Momoko's intellectual face trembled as she held her breath and sighed. When he reinserted his penis, she let out a sharp sob. At the same time, the increased contraction and attraction of her body created an indescribable sweetness from tip to base.

It was unbelievable. He had ejaculated twice with Miko just yesterday, but the sensation in his penis was still terrifyingly acute. Making love with Miko was wonderful, but now, having sex with Momoko, Fujioka was experiencing pure feelings and desires for the first time in his life. Therefore, the sensation in his penis was more acute than usual, and the pleasure burning and expanding from there was also more intense.

"How is it, Momoko?" After five rhythmic thrusts, Fujioka looked at Momoko's face and asked, "You're so wet from making love with your husband's secretary, aren't you ashamed?" Fujioka's tone was sarcastic as he spoke to Momoko, who had once betrayed his secret crush. "No..." Momoko's face flushed red, her body filled with desire, and stimulated by Fujioka's youthful blood throbbing, her upper body arched so that she couldn't breathe.

"Although you say you hate it, you must feel it, right? Are you this wet when you're with Kitagawa?"
"Ugh..." Momoko frowned and shook her head. "Tell the truth, you like the caresses of middle-aged men, right?"
"No, I didn't make love with Kitagawa." "Don't joke around, seeing your body, which man wouldn't want to hug you?" "That man... is impotent." "What?" Fujioka recalled those thirty-odd photos, indeed none of them were of sexual intercourse, but rather of people tightly bound, using catheters or having enema devices inserted, all of them were like that. Therefore, Fujioka understood the reason for Momoko's sharp reaction. Perhaps, her affair with Kitagawa couldn't satisfy her—no, it was merely stimulating and sensual, accumulating within his young wife daily, forming a sediment-like lust.

"But, between Kitagawa and the president, you prefer messing around with Kitagawa, don't you?" "No, I don't know..." "Tell me honestly." The gradually rising excitement and joy made Fujioka unable to control himself, so he grabbed Momoko's hair and asked her. "My husband only has a very ordinary enthusiasm for nightlife." "Therefore, Kitagawa led you to a particularly pleasurable world." "Please spare me." "

I'll ask you one last question: who's better, me or Kitagawa?" "This..." Fujioka grabbed Momoko's chin, turning her face towards him. "Momoko, tell me the truth." Momoko opened her eyes, looking at Fujioka with eyes so wet they were almost wet with tears. She brought her slightly trembling lips closer. "Of course it's you."

Fujioka couldn't contain his excitement. He suddenly hugged Momoko, pressing his lips to hers, kissing and thrusting, before erupting violently. Momoko let out an unprecedented whimper, her naked body trembling violently as she was tightly bound. When Fujioka's tongue entered her, Momoko, still dazed, didn't resist at all, instead entwining her own tongue with his.

Although reluctant to part, Fujioka got off the bed after the deep kiss, untying the ropes binding Momoko's legs. Momoko opened her eyes slightly, swallowed, and sighed absently.

"Momoko, please sit cross-legged." After finishing his cigarette, Fujioka said, holding the ropes that had bound Momoko's legs. Momoko, beginning to awaken from the afterglow of her orgasm, lay naked on the bed, only raising her head.
"Please spare me." Thinking of her position and seeing Fujioka's expression as he held the rope, she couldn't even cry.

"You can't do this, Momoko, no, Madam has such a beautiful body. I know you'll feel something when you're tied up, and I'm going to thoroughly train you. I don't want to lose to that Kitagawa." "..." Momoko, with a very obvious reaction, gritted her teeth, unable to refute. But then, as if suddenly remembering something, she said, "Don't you need to deliver the ball to the president?" Fujioka smiled slyly. "That was just an excuse for me to come here. Come on, do as I say."

Saying this, he spread Momoko's legs, which were pressed tightly together, wide apart.
Her overlapping legs were quickly bound with rope. "Like this, lean your upper body forward." He wrapped the rope around Momoko's neck, who was bowing her head, and then connected the end of the rope to the rope around her feet. Momoko, who had played sports in her school days, had an extremely flexible body.

"How is it? Does it look interesting?" Fujioka combed his long, glossy black hair upwards and looked at Momoko's face.
"It's...it's painful, Mr. Fujioka." "Don't worry, this will make you feel better." With that, he grabbed Momoko's shoulders and pressed her back, like a roly-poly toy being spun around. Momoko lay back on the bed, her legs tied with ropes that were connected to the rope around her neck, her private area facing the ceiling, completely exposed.
"Ugh...please...please." "It suits you well, doesn't it, ma'am?" Fujioka took a small bottle from his purse and opened the cap. "I prepared this especially for you, ma'am. If you apply this, you'll be like a bitch in heat, wanting men. You'll see once you try it."

While watching Momoko's tightly closed lips, Fujioka scooped some lotion with his fingers and began to apply it intently to the blooming garden between her plump legs. Using his fingers to open the door, Fujioka applied the lotion to the fleshy walls, while Momoko only occasionally let out a "ah" or "ooh" sound like a sigh, frowning and enduring the annoying finger movements.

"Let's apply it here too." Fujioka applied the lotion to the area below the garden, secretly panting, on the small anus. "Ah, what are you doing...don't put it there!" Momoko cried out in embarrassment. "I know you're really aroused here, aren't you? In the photo, aren't you being played with here by Kitagawa, looking completely dazed?" Fujioka jokingly rubbed Momoko's pitiful anus with the middle of his finger.
"Stop, please, this is too embarrassing." "Then, answer my question." "N-I don't know, about such things." "Is that so? If it's not someone you truly love, then it must be quite difficult. By the way, how many times a week do you and the president have sex?" "That kind of thing... is none of your business." "Don't you know? If you don't tell the truth, this thing will be inserted into your anus." Fujioka aimed the cap of the pen in his hand at the anus.

"Oh, wait a minute, I said...twice a week..."

"Oh, then, which part?"

"Ah, that...the normal part..." "Anything else?" "Only this, really." Momoko answered in a spasmodic voice, and Fujioka put the pen away. "With such a sexy body, Mrs. Fujioka must be able to accept every part of her body." "Sexy body..." "A woman like Mrs. Fujioka is one in a hundred, no, one in a thousand, with such a beautiful body structure." As he said this, Fujioka lit another cigarette.

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