The tetralogy of desire

Chapter 1 A Requiem for Humiliation (1) The funeral of Motohiko Jonouchi, chairman of the Toho Group, was held in grand style in Seijo, Setagaya Ward. The cause of death was drowning caused by a sailboat accident, at the prime age of forty-four... After untying the sash of her mourning clothes, Kazumi placed her hands on her chest. She was busy all night until the end of the funeral, and probably hadn't slept for two days. Although she was only twenty-six years old, once the tension was relieved, she felt exhausted. She had to deal with not only the funeral home staff and hundreds of visitors, but also the magazine staff and the swarming cameras. Despite that, she didn't feel sleepy at all. She felt hot all over, and from the tightness of her chest under her clothes, she knew it was due to unsatisfied desire. When she touched her white and sagging breasts with her fingers, she let out a "Ah..." The sensitivity was almost beyond imagination. If you ran your hand from the foot of her breasts all the way up the ridge to the top, there was an indescribable beauty to it. Her body trembled as she bent her toes, clad in white socks. Perhaps it was the sweet impact that lingered so long in her memory! Her two years of marriage with Kihiko hadn't been entirely happy. Especially in the last year, they'd been sleeping in separate rooms. Though she felt dissatisfied, she didn't want him to give her a perfunctory embrace. And this feeling, with the end of her husband's funeral, wanted to burst forth all at once. Opening the hem of her mourning clothes, she revealed a pair of shapely feet. Although her legs below the knees were so slender, her thighs above the knees possessed the fullness of a married woman. And at the bottom of those thighs, white panties encased her, the bulging, alluring shape sending waves of pleasure through her body if she lightly touched them with her fingers. If she were to push those bulges upwards with her fingers, the pleasure would be indescribable. Even now, she felt as if she was about to overflow. If that were the case, it would be irreversible. Until now, whenever she had a carnal desire, she always used her reason to suppress it. When she put her hand back on her sash, she suddenly heard a sound downstairs. Kazumi thought it might be her imagination! Because the maid and the driver had already returned to their respective rooms. Although Kazumi had heard of thieves who specifically targeted funeral incense burners, a house like theirs didn't seem so easy to break into. That's why Kazumi was particularly careful. She straightened her mourning clothes and went out of the bedroom. A sliver of light shone from the Japanese-style room downstairs, which served as an altar. "Who's there?" Kazumi called out and opened the paper door that was only a few centimeters open. At the same time, someone stuffed a cloth into her mouth from behind. She screamed and struggled, and when she inhaled the medicine that had seeped into the cloth, she (2) regained consciousness because she felt a slight pain in her wrist. When she opened her eyes, she found herself surrounded by darkness. She writhed, her brows furrowed. Her hands were bound above her head with rope. Her feet, however, were able to stand on the ground, providing some support and slightly reducing the pain in her wrists. Her mouth was gagged tightly with a towel. Kazumi couldn't understand why this was happening. She only remembered being drugged (could she have been kidnapped...?). Just then, a bright light appeared before her. Exposed to the camera's light, Kazumi, despite her discomfort, tried to avoid the glare and peered forward. She saw a funeral altar ahead, confirming she wasn't kidnapped. Between the two bright lights, a video camera was set up. A man walked behind it. Kazumi's eyes widened as she saw the man wearing a mask that only revealed his eyes and mouth. He was only wearing blue briefs. He was about 180 centimeters tall, with no excess fat, and possessed well-defined, brown muscles. The front of his briefs was bulging. Kazumi quickly and awkwardly averted her gaze. The man leaned forward as if to show off his assets, his eyes behind the mask cold and filled with a beastly lust as he stared at Kazumi. The beauty of the former news anchor, once known as the "beautiful anchor of Toho TV," remained unchanged by time. The mourning clothes of this already captivating young woman exuded a poignant charm. Moreover, as a wife, Kazumi possessed not only the clean beauty of an intellectual beauty from her news anchor days but also the mature beauty of a company president's wife. Kazumi shrank back in fear. At that moment, she suddenly felt that the man's gaze seemed very familiar. The man silently moved behind Kazumi, reaching forward to her breasts and groping them without restraint. "Ugh...ugh..." Kazumi groaned from under the towel. A rope hanging from the rafters bound her arms, and she desperately pulled on it, her body curled up. Ignoring her reaction, the man's hand continued to reach into her delicate, firm breasts, kneading them. Feeling deeply uncomfortable, Kazumi trembled all over. There was none of the sweet sensation she had experienced in the dormitory. Only disgust and terror remained. Once the man's hand moved away from her breasts, it moved to her waist, then her small buttocks, leaving the mourning clothes behind and groping her without restraint. Kazumi twisted her body, trying to discern the man's intentions. He wasn't a thief; clearly, what he wanted wasn't money, but her body. But he wasn't just a simple pervert. He had even prepared lights and recording equipment. And he chose to commit the crime on the night of her husband's funeral. It seemed there was a specific purpose. The man's hand grabbed the hem of her mourning clothes and her white bra, pulling them up from her feet. Kazumi desperately pressed her hands together to prevent it, but it seemed impossible to defend herself; that single rope was enough to strip her of all resistance. He pulled the kimono up to her thighs, revealing slender, shapely, and full legs that would have been perfectly suited to the tight mini-panties. When he rolled them up to her waist, they were finally hidden by the kimono's sash. Kazumi turned her face away, unconsciously arching her legs, trying to escape the camera lens. Besides the white pants, she was also wearing white briefs. Normally, briefs weren't worn with a kimono. She hadn't worn them during the all-nighter either, but today, because it had been a long time, she wore them—a simple, unadorned type. However, it was a daring cut, with a thin string connecting the waistband, and at the back, between her buttocks, a thin fabric covering her buttocks, revealing her two rounded mounds. It was a provocative type of brief, not commonly worn with Western-style dresses. However, when wearing a kimono, the shape of the panties is not revealed due to the material of the fabric, so there is no embarrassing situation. However, when the funeral is held in front of her husband's altar, wearing such a thing under her panties always makes Kazumi feel very embarrassed. The man grabbed the two hemispheres that seemed to be about to break the panties. "Waaah..." Kazumi, who was huddled up in fright, suddenly trembled on her snow-white neck and lips. Her lips were tightly bitten. The man then reached for her chest and tried his best to remove the mourning clothes. At this moment, her two full breasts also popped out. (3) The two full breasts that popped out from the mourning clothes were a bit out of place with her intellectual appearance. Her slender figure seemed to have two hanging clocks on it. Like her buttocks, they were perfectly hemispherical, and the nipples in the center were slightly raised as if they were suspended by a thread, and they were a light pink color. The man used his five fingers to scoop up the two fleshy mounds and knead them with abandon. Kazumi trembled. It had been over a year since she had exposed her skin to a man, even had her breasts fondled. But this kind of kneading wasn't caressing; it was more like promiscuity. It was a young, wild, hungry caress. He was a tall man with large hands, and his caresses made the breasts full and firm. The man's lips sucked from her neck to her ears, one hand continuing to knead her breasts, while the other hand reached down to her abdomen. A chill seemed to creep over her body, and Kazumi desperately tried to curl her legs up. The thick fingers that slid down to her abdomen, through her white panties, caressed the top, beginning to explore the deeper, softer bottom. He grasped the top with his palm and, with his four remaining fingers, began to rub the deeper part. Kazumi tightly clamped her legs together. As the wife of the president of the prestigious Dongbang Television, or during her time as a news anchor, and even as the daughter of a renowned empress during her student days, she had never been treated like this by a man. At least in the present world, no one was allowed to make such a move against her, and she never imagined that such a thing could actually happen.But now, a complete stranger was wantonly toying with her body, fondling her acknowledged beautiful breasts, humiliating her buttocks, and touching the bulge in her panties. It was a nightmare. It perfectly mirrored the fantasies she had while masturbating in her dorm room. The man then moved his hand and lips away. From behind, he touched the edge of her panties with his fingers. Closing her eyes, He Mei instinctively turned her face away. Her panties were pulled down from her buttocks. (She was about to be violated…) In despair, her anger erupted. It was the behavior of a despicable man. If he wanted to violate her, he could have removed her mourning clothes while she was unconscious and hugged her however he wanted. But he didn't do that; he mainly wanted to record her face as she suffered from shame and humiliation. If she resisted and struggled, she would only fall into his trap. Despite her thoughts, she couldn't simply submit when the man's hand invaded her skin beneath her mourning clothes. She couldn't just sit and wait to be violated. In the era of news anchors, Kazumi's popularity as a ratings announcer wasn't solely due to male support; she also had a large female audience. She was widely recognized as a role model for "working women." Kazumi believed that in today's Japanese society, women should be working. The notion that men are better suited for social life than women is incorrect. Suitability for social life isn't based on gender, but on individual abilities. In fact, she knew some men around her who were better suited for housework. Kazumi also believed that modern society must at least achieve gender equality. But to have this basic right destroyed by such vile violence was utterly intolerable. Kazumi looked at the man who removed her underwear with extreme anger and hatred. The man silently grabbed the rope binding Hemei's arms again and pulled her to the side. Hemei's eyes opened in fright. Although her hands were deprived of their freedom, her lower limbs could still move freely, so it was not so easy for the other party to make a move. But her well-proportioned thighs were eventually forced open by the man. Although he was aroused by the lust of a beast, the man still looked quite calm. After fixing the ropes on her left and right feet to the pillar, the man took out a transparent bottle from the corner of the room and stood there. Since she could no longer resist, she spread her legs improperly under her mourning clothes. Hemei looked at the man standing in front of her with fear and pulled down her underwear. Suddenly a huge penis was exposed. In that instant, Hemei was deeply attracted by the thing that jumped out. It was brown and made a beautiful shape towards the ceiling, and the front was so swollen. Hemei turned her face away in panic. It was the first time she had seen so-called evidence of lust. (4) It was not just big. There were several protrusions on its surface. I'd heard of underworld men having pearls or similar things adorning their penises before, but this was the first time I'd ever seen it. The man poured olive oil from a bottle and smeared it on his penis in front of Kazumi, seemingly boasting. His thing certainly deserved praise. The man seemed to want to apply olive oil to Kazumi's lower abdomen as he approached her. Humiliated and uneasy, Kazumi desperately pulled on the ropes binding her hands. The man smeared olive oil all over Kazumi's hairy, vibrant, and glossy labia. His thick fingers penetrated deep into the seemingly boneless opening of her labia, spreading them open and continuing deeper, filling them with a sticky fluid. Of course, except for the most sensitive little pearl, her entire body was carefully coated with olive oil. Kazumi closed her eyes, but her brows were furrowed, and she bit down hard on the towel in her mouth. She was probably about to be violated. She was already aware that her body would be opened and penetrated by that lustful man, and there was no escape. She was resigned to this, but her lower body was being teased by the man's fingers at will, and she felt a deep longing—it had been a year since she had been held by a man. Not even by her husband. And now, on the very night after her husband's funeral, her body was to be violated by a stranger's fingers. The man walked behind her and smeared olive oil on her well-defined anus. With her mourning clothes pulled up, exposing her buttocks completely, the man reached out his demonic hand. "Ugh..." Although she knew resistance was futile, Kazumi still curled up in a final act of resistance. But after the man's wrists subdued Kazumi's slender body, he used the strength of her spread thighs to try and force his penis into her anus from behind. Despite her cries of resistance through her gagged mouth, and her hands pulling at the rope, the man's penis plunged into her body in that instant. Her pale face convulsed, and her peach-like buttocks felt as if they were being split open. While the impact was somewhat forceful, it didn't actually hurt. This was due to the lubrication. And although the man appeared rough, he hadn't been violent yet, at least not from his movements. The inserted tip then slowly advanced from below. He probably thought that without this, her body wouldn't be able to cooperate. But no matter how carefully he entered, the impact and pressure gradually increased. She felt as if she were suffocating. Until now, she had only been with her husband and two boyfriends from her student days. Comparing this man's penis to those three was like comparing an adult to a child. And she had never given birth. Therefore, Kazumi's body slowly expanded in response to the unknown size. It wasn't just large; the hardness of steel and the heat of a branding iron were all new to Kazumi. Soft breaths escaped from Kazumi's small nose. Her limbs had exhausted all their strength and had given up any instinctive resistance. That was due to the oppressive force of that weapon, that vigorous penis! And if things went wrong, it might even damage her body! The volume of the penis already inside Kazumi was twice that of any other penis she had ever experienced. And it was only halfway in. This wasn't entirely based on Kazumi's own feelings. She also saw everything in the mirror on her left side. In the mirror behind the open door, she saw her mourning clothes pulled up to her buttocks, and a tall man behind her, holding her buttocks. Even more terrifying was that, although the man's presence was already felt within He Mei's body, there was still a distance of several centimeters between their waists, and He Mei's buttocks and the man's waist were connected by a brown penis. This wasn't just because the man's penis was so long and large, but also because He Mei's body still had to endure what she could no longer bear, both mentally and physically. The man seemed to understand He Mei's feelings, so he stopped thrusting and began to withdraw. He Mei relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, a mournful groan escaped from deep within He Mei's throat. The withdrawn penis was immediately thrust in and out again, beginning a rhythmic pumping motion. Of course, this would be the action of the perpetrator in a rape, but the impact of that penis was simply too great; it was unimaginable what it would be like to have it going in and out of her body. With the help of olive oil, and despite her own will, the man was able to advance at a certain pace. Because her limbs were weak, she relied entirely on her buttocks to endure the assault. Since she had already been raped, all she could do now was satisfy this man's desire as soon as possible! (Just a little more patience...) Let the humiliation and shock of being raped go, try to think of the bright side! That's how Kazumi encouraged herself. Maybe just a few more minutes, five minutes at most! No matter how painful, it will eventually end. The man moved in and out rhythmically. Kazumi had long arms and legs, and a luxuriously slender waist. Her snow-white skin, combined with her black mourning clothes, possessed a sinful, alluring quality. And she had curves in all the right places. She displayed her flesh without reservation, and looked so young and vibrant, her entire figure perfectly symmetrical. And that curve from her chest to her buttocks alone was enough to drive a man mad. That's roughly it. Those three men from the past always seemed to ejaculate quite prematurely when attacked from behind. Normally, they could last five minutes, but when attacked from behind, they usually only lasted about half that. But...I've never felt particularly dissatisfied before; I always thought that making love with a man was just like this. But there are always exceptions, like this man with his penis inside me right now. It's been over five minutes, probably over ten! But the man seems to be mechanically and accurately performing repeated in-and-out movements. Not slow, not hurried, as if he has plenty of time, he's been going in and out of her fragrant anus for a full ten minutes! (Ah...ah...) Because of the different sensations in her anus, Kazumi cried out. The penis that had been rhythmically moving in and out of her body then began to move deeper. But not in a hurried way, but with small, precise movements. Ah! It probably can't go any further! But what even Kazumi finds strange is that her body is gradually resuming the rhythmic in-and-out movements of the previous ten minutes, probably a warm-up for the upcoming activities! Experiencing the deeper impact of the penis, Kazumi's body feels as if it's about to fly away with pleasure. The penis, which had been inside her for a full ten minutes, relentlessly tried to make Kazumi feel its unique touch. "Oh...oh...um..." With those small movements, the penis went even deeper inside her, and Kazumi's cries under the towel grew more and more intense. If the man were to thrust all the way through in one go, Kazumi would probably cry out even more intensely, and might even faint! Gradually, the penis reached the point of contact, and Kazumi's anus and the man's waist were joined together, tightly joined together. And Kazumi was experiencing for the first time the feeling of her uterus making noises. Compared to the previous three men, this man was more capable. Even if that wasn't the case, this man should be the first among all the men who could make Kazumi feel warm and open her body to welcome him! Although she didn't want to admit it, the only one who could reach her uterus directly was this violent man! Apart from letting Kazumi take a little sedative at the beginning, he didn't use any violent methods at all. If there was any violence involved, it was probably the penis that was penetrating her body. Then, Yaxin began to move in and out again, this time not gradually, but rapidly. Kazumi couldn't believe it; such a large penis could actually enter and exit her body. Sometimes Kazumi wondered if something else was entering her, and looked in the mirror. But at the same time, moving between her buttocks and the man's waist, it was undeniably a penis. That brown penis reminded one of a black man's wrist, but what was even more astonishing was that her anus could actually hold that penis, allowing him to pull it in and out. Sometimes it seemed like this anus and penis were a match made in heaven. What started as an activity that should have lasted only about five minutes had already continued for nearly thirty minutes. The size of that penis, and the length of time it took to pull in and out, were all firsts for Kazumi. And after thirty minutes, the man's rhythm hadn't changed at all. If there was any change, it was probably that the man's upward thrust had increased. When the penis reached the cervix, the man's lower abdomen pressed against Kazumi's buttocks. At that moment, although their bodies were in this state, they were not yet completely out of control. It was just that their original restraint had disappeared, and they were beginning to act openly. Kazumi gradually felt panicked. No matter how the penis penetrated her, all she felt now was shame. It had been more than a year since her body had been touched by a man. But being ravaged like this made her body feel it particularly deeply, almost to the point that she could never forget it. An unease began to appear in Kazumi's mind. After the man released his hand from her waist, he took out the olive oil tucked in his kimono sash and applied it to her breasts. Of course, the rhythm was still continuing. "Hmm... Oh..." Kazumi arched her upper body, and without her noticing, her breasts had become very firm. Her breasts were already more than twice as elastic as normal, and now, stimulated, they had become even larger and firmer, which was unbelievable. Moreover, her nipples were still slightly raised, probably because she hadn't given birth yet! But her current appearance was definitely abnormal. She had experienced this before when someone touched her in the second-floor dormitory, but never to this extent. It was probably because she had been raped by that man, her body penetrated, causing delusions of humiliation and disgust, resulting in this phenomenon! And that feeling of disgust seemed to be growing stronger. But those two breasts completely betrayed He Mei's will. When the man grabbed her large breasts and played with them from top to bottom, her vagina gripped his penis tighter and tighter. With her large breasts being tightly grasped, He Mei felt her body being pressed inward more and more, and her vaginal opening growing larger and larger. At the same time, she suddenly felt something hot expanding inside her, from a point to a surface, but the man remained nonchalant, continuing his pulling and inserting movements. This post was last edited by szy123 on 2011-08-01 00:0031 Edit Your user group cannot download or view attachments (5) "Madam, breakfast is ready." "Okay, I'll be right there." This is how Kazumi answered the housekeeper Yoko on the internal phone. While untying the belt of her nightgown, she opened the door and chose a white dress from dozens of outfits. She took off her nightgown, which covered her full breasts with white underwear and panties. But the white panties she was wearing now were not the super revealing ones she wore yesterday. One-third of her buttocks were covered, and there was a belt about two centimeters wide at the waist. The sides covering her genitals were decorated with beautiful ribbon flowers. She put on the dress from the feet and put on pantyhose that were almost transparent. She tied a refreshing green belt around her waist. After tidying up her half-length curly hair that was hanging over her shoulders, she walked downstairs. But then she remembered the nightmare from last night. The place where she was raped from behind for an hour while wearing mourning clothes appeared in front of her, which made Kazumi faint from fright. When she woke up, she was already in her bed in her dormitory on the second floor. Her clothes were perfectly intact. (Could this be a dream?) Still groggy from the medication, she went downstairs to check and found that the lights and video camera in the Japanese-style room near the altar were gone. Kazumi shook her head, realizing it wasn't a dream. Although her memory was somewhat hazy, her body remembered perfectly. From her thighs to her lower abdomen, she still felt the sensation of being penetrated by a huge foreign object. It was like the feeling of first encountering a member of the opposite sex. And it wasn't just that; there was an unusual heat in her thighs and chest. Olive oil—the thought flashed through Kazumi's mind. In fact, she smelled of olive oil emanating from her body. Kazumi returned to her dormitory, immediately took off her mourning clothes, and went to shower. She washed herself with high-end French soap. There were no external injuries, only the rope binding her wrists. Standing there, she suddenly felt very tired. Although she hadn't been violently assaulted, being suspended by her arms might have unintentionally injured her muscles! Even without physical injuries, the mental torment and the exhaustion of running around all night to the funeral were enough to leave Kazumi exhausted. She lay down and, due to sheer fatigue, fell asleep immediately. It was already 3 a.m., and she woke up at 7 a.m. Even with a deep sleep, it still felt insufficient, but strangely, Kazumi's body still felt very energetic. When she took a shower and went to bed, the olive oil between her breasts and thighs had completely disappeared. But looking at it, she still felt itchy and hot there. Perhaps it was because she hadn't received any caresses for over a year. But it didn't seem to be just that. Was it simply because of the olive oil? She had serious doubts. Indeed, olive oil could be quite effective when raping a woman whose hands and feet were restrained. But applying olive oil to her breasts seemed a bit illogical. And the intense heat was even more pronounced than before she fell asleep. That was probably because she had been thrust into there by that huge penis for over an hour! The feeling was less like pain and more like an unbearable heat. Her breasts were much larger than the night before, making her bra a little too big. But Kazumi suddenly concluded that applying oil to her breasts was probably to make them easier to rub! The burning sensation in her body was actually due to her own desires, which had awakened. Even a violent man was forced to make love for an hour. For a twenty-six-year-old woman, she was in her healthiest physical and mental years. If she made love with a man without feeling passion, that would be unnatural! Of course, that doesn't make her base or promiscuous. Because the senses burn, it's a reaction to being raped. But in that raped intercourse, all she felt was disgust and shame. Therefore, she would rather die than be raped again. She entered the cafeteria and sat at the long table that could seat ten people. She was quite used to eating alone. Since sleeping in separate rooms from her husband, they only ate together every morning, and Kazumi ate dinner alone. It was probably because her husband was too busy; even when he wasn't busy, he would go to Ginza every night. Moreover, he hadn't been home for the past month. Although the funeral was held last night, he had been missing since the yacht accident, and his body was found on the coast not far from the accident site a week ago. Of course, it was badly decomposed, but the gold watch was miraculously still there, so it was determined to be her husband. Even so, the mansion seemed rather quiet after the funeral. What was the meaning of the marriage with Jonouchi? Two years should still be considered the honeymoon period... But less than a year after the marriage, the couple had a falling out, and according to Jonouchi, she interfered with his work. Desire on-air (02) Original work: unknown Scan proofreading: csh Chapter 1 Requiem of Humiliation (6) Toho Group is a media giant with hundreds of affiliated companies such as Toho TV, Toho Broadcasting and Toho News, and more than 10,000 employees. It was built by Jonouchi's father's generation, and Jonouchi inherited the family business as the only son. Although some say that Toho is a proprietary television company, and that hereditary succession is strange, Jonouchi's father is not at all surprised. Jonouchi is not only a director of Toho Television, Toho Broadcasting, and Toho News, but also the head of the group's highest decision-making body. He wields immense power within the group, which he fully utilizes. Several years ago, he unilaterally made personnel changes affecting over 700 people, shocking the public. Because of this, an "anti-Jonouchi faction" has emerged within the group, especially in the last year. Besides holding the titles of chairman of this media empire and head of the highest decision-making body, Jonouchi is also the head of a religious group called the "Demon King Society." Of course, religious activities are a matter of personal freedom, and others have no right to interfere. However, he has placed members of the Demon King Society within his media empire and highest decision-making organization, granting them various privileges. In fact, the chairman of the "Demon King Society" has been a member of the Jonouchi family for generations. Therefore, the members treat Jonouchi with the same reverence as a deity. The Demon King's Society even published newspapers and released Jonouchi's works to its members. While called "releases," it was also a way to make money. They even advertised that the more you bought, the more fortunate you would be. The unfortunate ending for Kazumi and Jonouchi stemmed from Kazumi's unwavering faith in her husband, despite finding their methods strange. However, since her days as a news anchor, her sense of justice had been stronger than most. Seeing the rift in their relationship, the anti-Jonouchi faction seized the opportunity to release Kazumi. Of course, none of the anti-Jonouchi faction members were members of the Demon King's Society, so they planned to promote Kazumi to head the anti-Demon King's Society. But Kazumi didn't immediately agree. While she agreed with the anti-Demon King's Society's principles, she disliked being used by the anti-Jonouchi faction, though her personality was difficult to fathom. Ultimately, she agreed to help the anti-Jonouchi faction rebuild the Toho Group. At this time, Jonouchi died. The plan, which had been shelved for a month due to his death, was brought up again after the funeral. (7) After bringing the food up, Yoko bowed and left. She was a fair-skinned, twenty-year-old housekeeper. Silent and steady, she was also a very good cook and was well-liked by Kazumi. Although she had no appetite, she was afraid that she would not be able to stand it if she did not eat something today. When she picked up the black tea, she suddenly saw the driver, Miki, standing in the corner of the dining room. He had rolled up the first button of his shirt and was wearing a lemon-yellow tie. He looked very dashing. Miki was her driver. If she were not his master, Kazumi would have liked to praise him a few times! "What is it, Miki!" Kazumi looked at Miki coldly with a reproachful look. "Good morning, madam." Miki's neat brown face revealed his white teeth. He was the driver that Jonouchi had hired half a year ago. Although he was a good driver, he was not polite. Although Kazumi had taught him how to greet people a few times, he only had the enthusiasm for it for three days. Because he did not have any respect for his master, it was a waste of time to teach him. But he was undeniably handsome, with long arms and legs, a firm bottom, a broad chest, and youthful, tanned skin. He seemed more suited to be a model! He was only interested in women and cars, and always dressed impeccably. He didn't treat Kazumi like a hostess, but rather as a woman, and often deliberately tried to get her attention. Sometimes, however, his behavior amused Kazumi. Other times, his shamelessness and stubbornness were infuriating. Before coming here, he seemed to have worked as a gas station clerk. This was completely incongruous with Kazumi's status. Therefore, when Miki treated her as a romantic interest, Kazumi felt insulted. "How are you?" Miki asked with a half-mocking smile, leaning closer. Kazumi frowned. "Knock before you come in." "Oh, no! I just wanted to ask if you're alright?" she said, leaning closer. "Please show some respect!"Suddenly, Kazumi noticed the scent of olive oil on Miki. She was taken aback, but Miki still smiled at her, flashing her bright white teeth. Kazumi thought it might be a coincidence. Miki wore a perfume with an olive oil scent, and the man from yesterday had used olive oil. But Miki's next words shattered Kazumi's self-comfort. "Remember? Madam! It matches exactly what you suspected. You probably won't believe me if I just say it, so I'll show you the evidence." As he spoke, he pulled down his pants and took out his penis. Kazumi suddenly dropped the spoon in her hand. The penis wasn't fully erect, but it was larger than other men's, making it memorable. The protrusions on its surface also explained everything. Yoko opened the door, revealing her face. "What is it, Madam?" "Nothing!" Kazumi said, covering the dropped spoon with her slipper. Because Miki's back was to the door, Yoko didn't see anything. After Yoko left, Kazumi bent down to pick up the spoon. At that moment, Miki stretched out his leg and straddled Kazumi's chair. "You seem to have remembered already!" he said, grabbing the front of her dress with his hand. "Ah! What are you doing?" The spoon fell again, and Kazumi hunched over in Miki's arms. "Of course, we'll continue doing what we did yesterday..." Miki said casually, then unbuttoned his dress. "Don't joke around." Kazumi grabbed Miki's hand, trying to leave. "If you don't calm down, Yoko will come to see again. If she sees my affair with my wife, will it be okay?" "What affair?" "If you don't remember, I'll show you yesterday's videotape." Miki grabbed Kazumi's waist as she was about to get up and leave, then brought his lips close to her ear. "It's a beautiful picture!" Upon hearing this, Kazumi felt disgusted, even her hair felt like it was coming off. She grabbed Miki and put her hands on her body. "Let go of me, get out of here!" "If you say that, I'm going to make several copies of that videotape and circulate them throughout the company." (8) Kazumi turned and glanced at Miki. As a driver who was using someone else's services, he was actually threatening his master. This kind of thing was absolutely intolerable. "The former beautiful news anchor, the new widow of the Toho Group, real sex scenes. Everyone will be thrilled to see it, especially those from the Jonouchi faction." "Don't do that!" Kazumi interrupted him, her face trembling. "But don't worry, as long as you do as I say, I will never publish it." "What is your purpose?" "You should know! Ever since I was hired by your family, I've been captivated by you, madam. Just once is enough, I want to have a romance with you." "Don't dream." "Are you kidding me? I know that you and your master haven't been together for a year. Twenty-six years old should be the age when you know the joys of lovemaking. But for a year, you've been alone in your room... It's such a pity. So I've come to..." "Is that why you did it?" "Of course there are other reasons, I'll tell you later. In the future, you should eat!" "I don't want to eat." "Eat! Otherwise, Yoko will be strange. Besides, you'll be very busy all day." When Kazumi and Jonouchi got married, due to Jonouchi's insistence, Kazumi became the owner of a related company, but that became the root of Jonouchi's later suffering... "Then please let go of my hand, madam..." Miki ordered Kazumi to let go of the hand that was preventing him from unbuttoning her clothes. As Kazumi reached for the bread, her second and third buttons were undone, revealing her breasts. "No...don't..." Kazumi couldn't bear it and tried to cover herself with her hands. "Don't you realize your situation? If you don't do as I say, from today onwards, you'll become a videotape." Kazumi bit her lip and let go. Gradually, her breasts, covered by the white bra, were revealed. Just like last night, Miki used his hands to lift her ample breasts from below. Kazumi frowned, wanting to escape Miki's caresses as soon as possible. As she put the bread into her mouth, she also picked up a small bottle. "It'll taste good if you swallow it with this." Miki opened the cap of the small bottle and poured the fragrant liquid into the black tea. It tasted good indeed. "It's done, let go!" Miki then stood up and readily put his penis back into his pants. "If you're ready, just say so." He walked out with a theatrical tone. "Now, please wear stockings with suspenders!" As she reached the door, Miki turned back and said, flashing her white teeth. Kazumi was truly stunned. An hour later, Kazumi emerged from the entrance hall, dressed in a black dress. Yoko came out to see her off. "If you arrive at the company, please come to my office," Kazumi instructed Kashiwagi, the leader of the anti-Jounouchi faction and vice president of Toho Television. It was predictable what they would discuss. Jounouchi's death had left the presidents of the television and broadcasting companies vacant, as well as the chairman of Toho Group's highest authority. Although someone was currently acting, a formal candidate would eventually need to be chosen. It would probably take about a month to decide. Therefore, the Jounouchi faction and the non-Jounouchi faction were vying fiercely for the position of the new chairman. Currently, there were twenty directors on the board, four each from the Jounouchi and non-Jounouchi factions, with the remainder being neutral. Therefore, by bringing the neutrals into their camp, they could control the situation. Miki, wearing a gray suit, stood beside the BMW, waiting with the back window open. His eyes, as usual, were fixed on Kazumi's entire body, seemingly appraising her. Kazumi usually rolled her eyes at him, but today she averted her gaze and sat down in the seat next to him. Black signifies a sense of loss, but Kazumi's attire did not diminish her charm in the slightest. The skillful tailoring of the clothes accentuated Kazumi's well-proportioned curves. The skirt was narrow, with her thighs spread about twenty centimeters apart, and her white skin revealed Kazumi's youthful vitality and enthusiasm for her work. (9) Feeling that Miki was staring at her thighs in such an explicit way, Kazumi sat in the car in a very skillful manner, a way of sitting that revealed the woman's character and competence. Some women, when wearing miniskirts, easily reveal their true colors when they sit down, but Kazumi was more experienced. Therefore, after settling into her seat, she immediately brought her legs together tightly and then made a vertical "T" shape with her feet. Miki closed the car door with a smile. "Goodbye!" Yoko nodded politely. Miki drove the BMW away. As soon as they reached the road, Miki adjusted the rearview mirror and watched her furtively. Understanding Miki's intentions, Kazumi grabbed the hem of her miniskirt and hid her thighs. "You really did what I said." Hearing Miki's voice, Kazumi raised her head. "You're wearing stockings." "That's right!" she replied resentfully in a harsh tone. "Then let me see!" "Roll up your skirt so I can see!" "You're not kidding, are you!" "I'm serious! You're the one who's kidding. I should have told you to show me when we got in the car, but I held back because Yoko was there. But now it's just the two of us, "Miki..." Seeing his attitude, Kazumi was determined to keep her skirt covered; the user was actually ordering her around. "What are you still doing there? If you don't flip it up by the next traffic light, I'm going to get angry!" It was practically a threat. The traffic light 200 meters away was approaching, and Kazumi closed her eyes. With trembling hands, she flipped up her miniskirt, revealing her full and beautiful thighs. When the car stopped at the traffic light, Kazumi quickly straightened her skirt. "Who told you to fix it?" Miki's sharp voice came from behind her in the rearview mirror. "Didn't you see? I changed into stockings as you said." "I want to see even more clearly. I want to enjoy driving while looking at my wife's thighs all the way to the company. Hurry... hurry, show it to me when the light turns green." At that moment, Kazumi really wanted to jump out of the car. Watching the pedestrians coming and going on the crosswalk, although it was such an ordinary scene, inside the car, it felt like another dimension. "Why are you doing this?" Kazumi asked him challengingly, her words implying, "If you're going to hug me, then hug me openly!" "I like my current job, although I'm still not satisfied, it's better than being a gas station clerk. But if my master dies, I'm worried I'll be fired. Haven't you always wanted to kill me?" Indeed, that was true. "That's why I made that videotape. And making my wife completely mine is a good way." "The traffic light is about to change!" Kazumi felt as if she were locked in an invisible lock. But if she obeyed him so blindly, what would the consequences be? Kazumi turned her head to the side. Suddenly, she saw a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses in the back seat of the taxi on her right.The man kept staring at Kazumi's face. The light turned green, and Kazumi swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She pulled her glasses up again and saw those thighs when the car started moving again. From the taxi parked alongside, the middle-aged man was still watching Kazumi's face. "Madam, spread your legs wider." Kazumi stared in astonishment at Miki's back. In the rearview mirror, Miki could clearly see Kazumi's soft lower body. The thing under those silk thongs was definitely clearly visible. "Shouldn't you be satisfied now!" he said in a reproachful tone. Although the car was moving, other cars would usually pass by, and the passengers would usually look at the young woman in the BMW with surprised eyes. Although her lower body wasn't actually exposed, Kazumi was terrified. "Madam, don't try to be unreasonable! Do you want more people to see you with your legs spread wide open? I don't care at all!" His tone was calm, but it carried a hint of insistence. This sent chills down Kazumi's spine. "You're so despicable!" She raised her voice without flinching. "Madam, are you plotting a rebellion?" "Isn't that right? Aren't you plotting against your master?" "Master? Is it you, Miki?" Kazumi was at a loss for words. "If you continue this rebellion, I will no longer forgive you. Do as I say!" Kazumi looked at Miki with a contemptuous gaze she had never shown before. This man couldn't be treated with normal reason. He was simply a cold-blooded animal or a demon. "Do you still want to continue your rebellion?" Kazumi returned his gaze with utter disgust, slightly loosening her tightly closed knees as a form of reply. The short miniskirt that had previously covered her thighs was now pulled up completely by her spread legs, gradually revealing the inverted triangle of her white silk panties, the bulge between her thighs becoming increasingly prominent. (This should be enough, right?) She muttered to herself after spreading her legs forty degrees. "A little wider." Undeterred by Miki's merciless command, Kazumi widened her fleshy thighs even further, the angle proportional to the degree of her humiliation. But Kazumi didn't show it on her face. She maintained her composure, gazing at him with perfect decorum. "A little wider." After a slight twitch of her brow, Kazumi unhesitatingly spread her legs to ninety degrees. That should shut things up, right? This was the first time anyone other than the three men she had sexually with had ever seen her dressed so formally and in such a position. "If you opened your legs like that, you'd get boos at a striptease show." Kazumi was still furious. (She was definitely going to insult and humiliate her.) Gritting her teeth, she spread her legs to a full 120 degrees. Looking down, she saw her thighs peeking out from her overalls, the bulge at the tip making a shameful gesture. The panties weren't pure white, but a sophisticated gray. They were visible beneath her black miniskirt, perfectly complementing her mature lower body. "Open them a little wider." "That's too much." The humiliation and anger erupted in her voice. "What?!" Holding back her words, Kazumi, in a burst of energy, widened the 120-degree opening to 150 degrees. Any further and she couldn't go any further. "Truly the most beautiful news anchor in the world. She looks beautiful in every pose." "From now on, whenever you ride in my car, you must assume this pose, understand?" It's infuriating, but I just can't say it out loud. "Y-yes..." I replied with a slightly disdainful tone. Miki chuckled coldly and said, "We still have some time, let's go somewhere else." As he spoke, he turned the car onto a side road. "Get out!" Kazumi crossed her legs, straightened her miniskirt, and followed Miki out of the car. (Last posted by zlyl on 2011-5-2 13:)44 Edit (10) It was a corner of the drinking street. Kazumi was pulled by the hand into a small alley further inside. The drinking street in the morning was like a dead city, and the public toilet at the end of the alley where the sun never shone was Miki's destination. This was the first time Kazumi had ever stepped into this place. But actually, no woman dressed in black was more suitable for this scene than Kazumi. "Put your hands there." As soon as they entered, Miki pointed to the sink there. There was a mirror with a missing corner on the wall. Kazumi put her hands on the sink, and Miki, standing behind her, pulled up her black miniskirt with both hands. "Don't move, Kazumi." With her back bent, Kazumi stared blankly at Miki in the mirror. The driver was actually calling his owner "Miki..." This was practically treason. At that time, the miniskirt was completely pulled up, and the part below the waist was completely exposed. Her perfectly rounded buttocks curved as if drawing a semicircle, and the high-waisted gray panties clung tightly to them, decorated at the ends with the straps of garter stockings. There wasn't a single flaw, like a finely cut gem. And when she bent over, her curves were perfectly revealed. And Miki's hand, as if peeling fruit, smoothly pulled down the panties. Kazumi quickly closed her eyes, trembling. On her way to work, her driver took her to a filthy toilet in a deserted bar district, leaving her incredibly dirty. But in truth, she thought being raped wouldn't be so bad. Compared to being fondled in the cafeteria, or being forced to do strange things in the car, being raped seemed much better. After the panties, gleaming with the light of a young woman, were pulled down, Miki took out olive oil from her shirt and smeared a clear, sticky substance on her penis. "Open your legs, Kazumi." Kazumi seemed to have come to terms with it, spreading her high-heeled legs to the sides. Miki rubbed his own penis with his palm, the tip of which pointed towards the ceiling, radiating an aura of "A woman's ass, even without any teasing, will make a man's heart flutter." Miki's confessional-like words gave Kazumi a feeling that was hard to describe—a mixture of nausea and pleasure. Miki's hand then rubbed the forty-centimeter-wide opening with the sticky substance. "Ah...ah..." Kazumi cried out. The olive scent that she had washed off during her bath last night assaulted Kazumi's nose again. It was probably just psychological! The scent seemed stronger than yesterday. "What did you put on?" "Olive oil, of course, to make you feel better." "You're lying." "What's wrong?" This morning, as soon as she woke up, she felt an intense, burning pain deep between her breasts and thighs. "Actually, Kazumi, if you don't need the oil, if you're already wet, then it's fine not to apply it." Of course, that's impossible, Kazumi swore to God. But Miki's penis was indeed quite large, and his stamina was superhuman. But if you think that can make a woman happy, then you're sorely mistaken. A woman's body is much more complex. Erogenous zones aren't just the genitals and breasts. Miki is too young to understand those areas. Even if he has the skills in that area, my body won't fall for it, Kazumi thought, because there was no love between them. Miki placed the bottle on the sink, then grabbed the area near her buttocks, aiming his penis at her breasts. Kazumi tensed up, remembering the impact of last night. But because it was already covered in oil, his penis slid in easily. Although it was faster today, her buttocks still felt a bit cut open. If Miki hadn't held her waist, her upper body might have been raised by ten centimeters or so! What Kazumi's body could feel, besides the sense of shame, was also a strong sense of nostalgia. "Ah...ah..." The insertion of the penis caused Kazumi's upper body to arch and her hair to flutter. When it was halfway in, the penis paused briefly before resuming, with the same gentle, rhythmic movements as last night, before thrusting forward again. Otherwise, Kazumi's body would be in excruciating pain. But today's pace was faster. About five minutes later, the penis had reached the bottom. The pain was so intense that Kazumi couldn't move. And the penis inside her began to move again. The reason for the unforgettable, burning sensation she had felt from last night until this morning was finally clear. It was because the penis had been going in and out for an hour. Having this aftereffect was quite normal. It seemed that neither skill nor love mattered; his youth allowed him to still arouse a woman's senses. But even so, what Kazumi felt during intercourse was shame and disgust. And if that in-and-out motion continued for several hours, she would become numb. She was also angry at Miki's cunning. Although he lacked the techniques for making women happy, his penis was truly extraordinary. It was even faster than last night. As Miki aimed and thrust in and out, he removed the black coat by one of the gold buttons, pulled out her breasts from her silk bra, and then from another small bottle, Kazumi was assaulted by that touch and unconsciously moved her body. This time it wasn't olive oil, but jasmine, and the thick liquid was applied to her full breasts. The vigorous rubbing gave Kazumi an indescribable pleasure. The feeling was the same as when having sex from the buttocks. With skill, even just playing with the breasts can sometimes bring pleasure. But Miki's mechanical caresses didn't easily bring the burning pleasure to a higher point. The play ended after thirty minutes. Desire on-air (03) Chapter Two Desire on-air (1) Her dignified and intellectual beauty seemed a little distorted. And her mouth, stuffed with a towel, was panting. Two breasts were exposed outside the black mourning clothes, and the thighs were spread wide to the sides. The man's hands rubbed the breasts, while a large, bronze-colored penis was inserted into and pulled out of the dark hairy area of his genitals. Although it was somewhat cruel, it exuded sensual beauty. Soon, the masked man pulled out his penis, walked to the video camera, and reached out his hand, and the video ended there. The president of Toho Television, Yajima, was still there. This was the villa of Yotsuya Jounouchi. Jounouchi used this place as the meeting place for the Jounouchi faction during his lifetime. Yajima was introduced by Jounouchi's father, Norihiko, and since joining Toho Broadcasting Company, he had risen rapidly, and his current position was naturally due to Jounouchi's capable assistant and the driving force behind maintaining Toho Television's triple crown in viewership ratings. He had a romantic haircut, gray hair parted in a seven-thirds ratio, and a dignified appearance with glasses. His face shone with excitement. "How was it?" Startled by Miki's voice beside him, he picked up the Lark card and lit it. "Well done," he replied in a spirited voice. Then he glanced at Miki. "Not bad." It turned out that Kijima wasn't interested in Jonouchi's plan to eliminate the anti-Jonouchi faction. First, they needed to exploit Kazumi's weakness, who was at the forefront of the anti-establishment faction, then bring the neutrals under their wing and seize their weaknesses—or create one if necessary. The latter was quite common in this world, but regarding Kazumi, it was far too dangerous. Indeed, suppressing Kazumi would be the most powerful way to strike at the anti-Jonouchi faction. But failure would be too risky. The Jonouchi faction had immense faith in Miki. Kijima ultimately decided to use this method because Jonouchi's death had pushed them to their limits. They used a carefree young man. If they failed, they would treat him as a lone offender, but this young man won. "How's the work with the neutrals going?" "Probably soon. But if we're just using scandals as leverage, there's always a chance of something going wrong. We should add, 'What do you mean by 'what if'?'" "I heard it from Mr. Jonouchi. Salaried workers always value their lives, so it might work, but sometimes if the effect is too strong, or if they're forced too quickly, the rat might turn into a leopard." "Hmm, that's possible." "Therefore, we need to give them something else to taste." "I see. As expected of someone Mr. Jonouchi chose. Anyway, I'll leave the rest to you. So, when will the plan be completed?" "In two more weeks." "Okay, is there anything else you need?" "I'd like to borrow this apartment from you tonight." Kijima seemed a little confused. "Sure, but please don't mention that I agreed to lend it." "Okay, but this fee, along with the military supplies, will require an additional two million yen from you." "Isn't five million enough?" "If you add that, Madam, there will be four opponents, so..." "I understand. I'll ask my secretary to add more." Miki nodded slightly, took a videotape from the VCR, and put it in her bag. Kijima glanced at him sideways. "It would be better if you left it with me, in case something happens..." "Don't worry, I'll take this one along with the tapes from the other four directors in two weeks.""I'll exchange you for that 30 million yen in work compensation. Goodbye." Leaving behind a somewhat resentful Yajima, Miki left the room. After walking around for a while, she hailed a taxi. "To Toho TV." Miki said, then leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face. "30 million yen, too cheap." After returning to the TV station building, she called Kazumi to the empty director's office. "It's time for sex again, get your ass out." Kazumi looked at Miki with a rather disgusted expression, then pulled up her black miniskirt with her buttocks forward. Miki deeply inserted his penis. (2) "Yoko? It's me. I'll be going home late tonight, so you should go to sleep early! Goodnight!" As Miki hung up the receiver, he immediately reached out from behind and hugged her waist. This was a villa in Yotsuya, Jonouchi. The downstairs apartments were rented out, while the entire seventh floor was used as Jonouchi's residence. Tonight was Kazumi's first time stepping into this place. Besides being a gathering place for the Jonouchi faction, I've also heard that Jonouchi brought a woman here. But Miki certainly knows how to pick her spots. If she stays at home, Yoko might see her. If she goes to a motel, she's afraid of running into acquaintances, especially at this time. Today, she heard something unpleasant from Kashiwagi, the vice president of Toho Television and leader of the anti-Jonouchi faction. It turns out that the Jonouchi faction, led by President Kijima, is hiring private investigators or some strange people to dig up past scandals of the neutral faction, hoping to use them to bring them under their wing. "There's no time left. I'd like to ask you, madam, to personally persuade those four neutrals." Kashiwagi lowered his bald head, looking at the widow's melancholy face. It's really inappropriate to be doing this now, and it might even fuel her desire to come back again. Although the four neutrals had insisted on meeting tonight no matter what, she later insisted they do it tomorrow—persuading them isn't easy. But it's necessary to get the company back on track. She couldn't just stand by and do nothing; a sense of mission and justice sustained her. Accepting Miki's actions was merely a small personal matter. But how could she accomplish something as important as the company's if she succumbed to such a small thing? "Come here..." Miki pulled her around the waist and led her to another room. The room, about ten tatami mats in size, had mirrors on three walls, with a bed in the center. "Tonight, let's become lovers and have some fun." Miki said in a mocking tone, hugging Kazumi's waist from the front and forcing his lips against hers. His hands covered her miniskirt and her tightly wrapped buttocks, and he began to fondle her with a playful grin. Kazumi just frowned and pursed her lips, remaining motionless like a statue. She showed no expression or reaction no matter what she was subjected to. Kazumi had made this vow before coming here. It was the only and greatest resistance she could offer. And that would also make Miki lose interest. Once last night, and twice today, Kazumi had been penetrated by Miki. The third time was indeed less painful than the second, and the second time less so than the first, but afterwards her body felt hot and thirsty. No matter how big Miki's penis was, or how long the lovemaking lasted, Kazumi only felt humiliation and disgust. It would be the same from now on, so she had to endure it. She closed her eyes, closed her heart, and simply treated herself as a model. "You won't be happy with that hard erection, madam." Miki, who was playing with her buttocks with his hands, then moved to touch her shoulder-length hair. He cupped it from bottom to top, then pressed his lips against her cheek. Kazumi trembled slightly; it was a kiss that was almost imperceptible. Miki repeated this several times, then moved behind her, cupping her hair to expose her ears. Kazumi looked at herself in the mirror. No, she also glanced at Miki. When he kissed her, Kazumi felt it was just a coincidence. His body had been on top of her countless times since last night; this caress was simply a different kind of love. But as his lips drew near her ear, the occasional kiss continued. Each time his lips lightly caressed her, Kazumi's thighs tightened. After only a few kisses, her body, which she called a wall, gradually softened. Something was probably wrong! Suspicion arose in her heart, and she looked at the lips close to hers. Her defenseless body was assaulted, and a sweet pleasure surged through her. It was probably just her imagination! Kazumi thought. But whenever Miki's lips approached, the flower within her ignited, and that extremely pleasurable sensation would spread to her thighs (it was probably just a hallucination!). Kazumi found it unbelievable and looked in the mirror again to confirm. She was the widow of the chairman of the Dongbang Group, and that young driver was caressing her body. He was using extremely despicable means to ambush her, the most despicable man, for Kazumi's body and to protect himself. Because of this man's seduction, her erogenous zones had reacted. It was highly unlikely, absolutely impossible. Her body began to fear Miki's caresses. But things had come to this point, and it was unavoidable, yet Kazumi wasn't flustered at all. Her body was already adept at handling the various attacks Miki had launched since last night. If he switched to a softer approach, she could simply be on guard. But Kazumi had underestimated tonight's lovemaking. She gritted her teeth to be careful. Miki made a gesture as if combing her hair with one hand, while the other hand cupped her round breasts, a completely different way of holding them than before. It was a very gentle way. And even then, he didn't forget to caress her ears. He breathed on her face and used his tongue to enter Kazumi's mouth, making a very subtle tongue-to-tongue movement. He didn't immediately insert his tongue completely, and he used the side of his tongue to brush the edge of her ear. He licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, and when Kazumi stopped exhaling and tightened her cheeks, he repeatedly attacked that spot as if he were skillfully threading a needle, using the tip of his tongue to attack that defenseless erogenous zone. In fact, if he chose that one spot to attack, Kazumi would be unable to resist. That ear was indeed one of Kazumi's erogenous zones. But like other women, it was just one of many erogenous zones. Therefore, although she did not dislike being touched there, it was just a part of foreplay, but Miki seemed to think that it was her only erogenous zone, and attacked it thoroughly. And Kazumi was indeed flustered. (3) How should she defend herself? Kazumi only realized now that there were so many sexually sensitive areas in the ear, but at least her aversion to Miki and the intensity of her rejection were still as strong as yesterday. Oh, no, the three sexual encounters last night and today had a great psychological impact, and her body was also very tired, but her mental willpower had not weakened. Therefore, she tried her best to resist the attack of Miki's tongue. But Miki's tongue skills weren't static. He skillfully utilized the tip, sides, and various parts of his tongue. He also used his breath and lips, along with his hands, to caress her hair and breasts. When defending against the tongue's attack, other areas couldn't be attended to. And when that area's defenses were breached, the nerves throughout the body couldn't be stimulated. Thus, those blind spots' erogenous zones were gradually aroused. Miki's lips then began attacking behind her ears. Kazumi inhaled deeply and frowned in pain. She could no longer pretend to be expressionless. Kazumi seemed helpless against the caresses on one ear, and the pleasure traveled from the ear all the way to the center of her body, not just stimulating the area around the ear. The burning desire of being penetrated by Miki's penis made her feel refreshed. The same caresses then began on her other ear. Although it wasn't a wolfish approach, Miki's attitude wasn't one of simply finishing, which frightened Kazumi. The three men she'd been with so far had all put in considerable effort in their caresses, and all of them harbored affection; those actions were, of course, intended to help Kazumi reach the prelude to intercourse as quickly as possible. But with Miki, it was a forced, desperate climax, completely lacking the spontaneous, youthful passion. Although they'd had intercourse nearly three times, she hadn't released her pent-up desire. Perhaps she had a huge misunderstanding about this man! Kazumi reflected on herself. "Stick out your tongue, madam." Kazumi closed her eyes and took a breath. Just now, when she was kissed, her mouth was tightly closed. But now she had to open her lips and stick out her tongue. Although she'd been violated three times, the humiliation of having her tongue sucked by someone she disliked was a different matter entirely. And that wasn't all. Given the erogenous zones she'd just experienced from having her ears touched, she was instinctively afraid of the aftereffects of the kiss. "Are you scared?" The tall Miki looked at Kazumi's face. She seemed quite embarrassed, so Kazumi quickly tightened her face, looked down, and stuck out her tongue. There was an unease, as if something inside her had been ripped out. Miki touched the tip of her tongue with the tip of her own and drew a circle.Kazumi closed her eyes, her brows furrowed. A moan escaped her throat involuntarily. It wasn't just a simple, sweet sensation. That sweetness spread from the tip of her tongue throughout her tongue and mouth, making every part feel warm. "Stick your tongue out a little more." Kazumi hesitated at Miki's instruction. Letting it out any further would be suicidal. And it was best not to let him know that she had been aroused by him. For the young man, being kissed by his driver and showing a reaction made him feel like a prisoner about to be executed. Kazumi stuck her tongue out a little more. Miki's tongue then touched the trembling side of her tongue even more carefully. "Haha..." With rapid breathing, a soft sound escaped from deep within her throat. After playing with her tongue from the surface to the inside, Miki's tongue curled up and slipped inside like another creature, like a small insect crawling along a branch. Each movement indeed stimulated the erogenous zones in Kazumi's mouth, and the sensation showed no signs of abating. Her entire mouth was ablaze with desire, as if

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