[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 3

(8) Shinji didn't really like oral sex before.

He didn't know if it was because his girlfriends were too young, but they would always accidentally touch his teeth, and their technique was very rough. They could only suck a few times before they started to whine and want penetration. Even during 69, they would

get pleasure as soon as they opened their mouths wide and moaned incessantly, not caring about servicing Shinji's penis at all. So, strictly speaking, this was the first time Shinji had experienced the pleasure of oral sex.

He felt wonderfully comfortable, neither mentally nor physically.

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

The most intoxicating thing was her small, soft tongue. Like an intelligent mollusc, as the penis slid joyfully in her mouth, she accurately found the most sensitive areas, stimulating Shinji from various angles with her slightly rough tongue and soft, flexible tip.

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

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

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

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

legs were spread wide, the large veins at the base prominent, her bright red and swollen vulva invitingly opening and closing.

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

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

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

This is what a woman is like. A woman is like a flower, and this kind of woman is a flower that is both beautiful and fully bloomed. The wonderful nectar, the tender stamens, the fully mature flower chamber, accommodate the hardness of a man, exuding a strong allure. It seems as if too much force would break it, yet no matter how deep you go, you will never feel the limit. This wonderful elasticity and abundant lubrication are something that flower buds can never compare to.

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

But this orgasm was too intense. It was clear that she had entered a state of ecstasy, even the tip of her tongue protruding from her red lips.

What followed was a sudden, violent wave that surged inward from the vaginal opening. The sweet pressure was no less than that of a male masturbator at its maximum power. The penis finally couldn't withstand the layers of tender flesh that enveloped it, reaching its limit as it was pulled outward.

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

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

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

However, Shinji didn't expect this to be the end. It seemed that women always become more uninhibited after experiencing something once. After coming out of the toilet stall, the woman naturally asked him to help her clean up the traces on her body, as if they were a couple who had just ended an affair.

Shinji naturally complied, carefully wiping away the traces of passion on her body with a soft, damp cloth, from her back to her buttocks, then to her inner thighs, and even thoroughly wiping the area around her slightly swollen labia with tissue paper.

After wiping everything clean, she still showed no intention of getting dressed. Instead, she propped herself up on the sink, lifted her legs, and hooked them around his neck, saying in a daze, "Darling...can we do it one more time?"

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

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

The woman probably wasn't in much better shape; when she left fully dressed, her legs under her short skirt were noticeably slightly parted...like a virgin who had just been violated.

And in the end, they didn't even ask each other's names. Shinji had a vague, inexplicable feeling that he probably wouldn't see her again.

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

He had ordered the wrong things eighteen times that day; if the boss hadn't been away, he would have been complained about and scrambled to his feet.

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

until his friend returned and took over the shop that Shinji was able to snap out of his daze.

When he got home, it was much later than yesterday. Counting the time, he realized that at this time yesterday, he would have already been in bed masturbating while looking at that nude

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

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

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

(IX) After waking up, Shinji finally discovered a fact.

The photos taken by that camera wouldn't last forever. The photo that had given him such a dreamlike passion had vanished, as if it had never existed, evaporated into thin air.

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

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

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

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

Shinji thought for a moment, then nodded. It was convenient to find suitable women here anyway.

And today was a good opportunity to test his ideas.

He went to the love hotel he used to frequent with his girlfriend, where there was a waitress named Nana whom he had long coveted. Unfortunately, she was the owner's niece, and only worked at the hotel front desk to pass the time because her boyfriend, a high-ranking executive, was too busy with work. She was a strange woman who enjoyed watching all sorts of men and women coming and going from the hotel.

With his abilities, it was impossible for him to get into her bed through normal channels.

But now it was different; Shinji firmly believed that his camera possessed a wondrous magic.

When he checked into the room, he was greeted by another cute-looking waitress, while Nana was engrossed in playing an online game on the computer to pass the time.

She wore light work makeup, which made her eyes appear larger, and her rosy lips changed shape with her expressions, making one want to kiss her passionately. She wore a very simple uniform, a narrow skirt that extended to her knees, concealing her long, shapely legs. But the top could not hide her impressive bust.

That was Shinji's favorite size—not sagging into an ugly gourd, yet still full enough to make a man feel suffocated. Just thinking about burying his face in that cleavage made his blood rush.

Hopefully, it would work. Shinji took the key. Customers like him, who had been working alone for four hours, often needed special services. The baby-faced waitress thoughtfully gave him a pack of tissues. The contact information printed on the tissues was naturally left by girls who were willing to act as a man's girlfriend for hours for cosmetics, designer clothes, and bags.

He casually put it in his pocket and took out his camera.

The staircase was narrow, at a right angle to the reception desk, with a potted plant around the corner. At this hour in the morning, there were no other customers waiting on the sofa.

It was the perfect time. He decisively took out his camera and stuck his little finger into the hole. After a sharp pain, he quickly locked the lens onto Nana's back.

With the cumbersome uniform gone, Nana's smooth back, a source of pride for a 24-year-old woman, was revealed. Even sitting in front of the computer, she naturally straightened her back, the entire back exhibiting an alluring slope.

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

Before she even saw it, Shinji had already dashed up the stairs, run to his room, and rushed in.

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

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

He waited for almost half an hour, but still nothing happened.

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

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

Yet, he so desperately wanted to sleep with Nana, but now there were no results.

Shinji glanced again at the photo of Nana's beautifully curved spine and the plump breasts faintly visible under her armpits, and his penis was completely erect. He smiled bitterly, preparing to relieve himself with his hand.

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

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

"Excuse me... are you Mr. Sudo, the guest who just checked in?"

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

(10) Nana outside the door seemed very conflicted, her hands clasped together at the junction of her skirt and top, rubbing her palms back and forth. Because of her petite stature, she slightly raised her head to look at Shinji's face, seemingly very embarrassed about what she was about to say. Before she even opened her mouth, her fair cheeks were already flushed.

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

Helping you with that? I'd be happy to oblige! Shinji thought excitedly, but his face remained calm. "It's my honor to serve a beautiful woman like you,"

he replied, his voice slightly affected, "So please, just say it."

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

"Something? What is it?"

Shinji vaguely guessed that she was looking for the photograph, but he still asked.

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

so that's what it felt like. Shinji nodded slightly, understanding, and then stepped aside to let her into the room.

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

"Excuse me,"

Nana politely greeted him before entering. She probably misunderstood that there were prostitutes or escorts inside, and upon entering and finding no one there, she looked back at Shinji with some confusion.

Being alone in a hotel for half an hour was a very rare occurrence.

Then, Nana saw the photo on the bed.

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

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

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

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

Nana's legs.

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

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

It seemed this photo really could fulfill her desires; whatever that creation was, it was truly amazing. Shinji silently expressed his gratitude and reverence for the camera, cautiously approaching Nana.

He could see the fear in Nana's eyes, as if she might jump up and run away at any moment, or turn what was about to happen into a rape, but for some reason, she remained motionless, only looking at him pleadingly.

That pleading, doe-like look would only ever ignite the wolfish side of a man.

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

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

The last word was taken into Shinji's lips.

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

"Mmm... mmm..."

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

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

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

"Squeak...tsk tsk...sizzle..."

Accompanied by the sounds of a deep, lewd kiss, a fine stream of fluid trickled down Nana's lips. Her breathing grew increasingly heavy, her breasts, tightly bound by her shirt, heaving as if trying to break free.

Although younger and less mature than Shinji's type, her body was fully mature. He nervously reached out, using his thumb and forefinger to unbutton Nana's shirt collar.

"Ugh..."

Nana protested with a soft moan, grabbing his wrist with her right hand.

"You want it too...don't you?"

Shinji keenly caught the lust in her eyes, speaking to her lips.

Nana trembled, stammering, "No...no. I...I, I don't..."

She probably meant to say she didn't want it, but the last words caught in her throat.

"If you say no, I'll stop."

He stared intently into Nana's eyes, pulling her slender wrist and placing her hand on his bulging crotch, then continued unbuttoning her shirt.

Nana sniffed twice, her slender fingers not leaving the man's genitals, but instead, as if out of control, gently pressing against them, stroking them softly with her palm, her fingers tracing the outline of his penis inside his pants.

One, two, three… Soon, Shinji had opened Nana's shirt to the sides, her red bow tie tossed onto the carpet beside the bed, revealing her cute white lace bra to the man. The half-cup bra exposed most of her ample breasts, the edge of the areola making her cherry-red nipples appear and disappear. [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Spray External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to enter

the center of her full, snowy mounds, the deep cleavage like a narrow black hole swallowing Shinji's gaze.

"Such beautiful breasts…"

Shinji murmured, suddenly unhooking the front of her bra and burying his face in Nana's chest.] His face was completely buried in her cool, supple skin, which felt like melted cream. He pulled Nana's slender waist tighter and pressed her down onto the bed.

Nana grabbed his hair and let out a soft moan filled with strange emotions. Shinji grasped her exposed nipple in his hand and gently rubbed it between his fingers. Compared to the dry, brittle nipples of other girls, Shinji now seemed excited yet patient.

"Why... is this happening?"

Nana murmured in confusion, "Ugh... it feels so strange... my breasts... are so hot..."

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

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

Four hours is a long time anyway, might as well ejaculate first and then play with her slowly. With the eyes of a snake that has caught its prey, Shinji forcefully pulled down his underwear.

(XI) "No, no! Please... please stop!"

As if using all her strength, Nana cried out in a low voice.

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

She hadn't spoken, only groaning slightly in distress.

But when Shinji took off his clothes from his lower body, revealing his hideous penis, and his hand began to climb up her stockings towards her underwear, she cried out no.

"No... we can't continue. I... I want to leave. Please get up."

Nana seemed a little calmer, her eyes were a little flickering, and the blush on her cheeks was still there, making her look somewhat seductive.

Unfortunately, a man's promises are often not to be taken seriously. Shinji had no intention of stopping at all. He just paused for a moment, and his palm continued to move along the smooth stockings.

"You clearly want it, aren't your panties already wet... Your genitals must be itchy too, what are you still resisting for?"

Shinji uttered lewd words, his hand suddenly sliding faster under Nana's skirt.

Just as he expected, the bottom of her silk panties was already soaking wet.

"Ugh—"

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

"Then did you wet your pants?"

Shinji said mockingly, his fingers accurately finding the clitoris between her labia through her panties, pressing, rotating, rubbing.

"Eek... Eek ahhh..."

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

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

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

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

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

"You're soaking wet, take it off,"

Shinji said carefully, not wanting to provoke any more strange behavior from Nana.

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

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

"Nana... I'm coming."

Shinji, panting, pressed his lower body between Nana's legs, rolling up her skirt to reveal her smooth, white thighs above the black stockings.

As the last vestiges of shadow were removed, Nana's secret garden was completely exposed beneath the rolled-up skirt. Sparse pubic hair covered a beautifully shaped, rosy slit; the inner petals were small, curled up within the thick labia majora, carefully guarding her delicate vulva.

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

"Please...don't..."

Nana opened her eyes slightly, speaking weakly, "I'll give you anything you want...please let me go."

These were the words of a woman being raped, but coming from a half-naked woman who had just experienced an orgasm, there was a subtle sense of incongruity.

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

he said, his hand already guiding the head of his penis, pressing his hips forward forcefully, the tip immediately feeling the smooth muscles being pushed aside.

"Ugh—no…I…I'll use my mouth, I can use my mouth to help you, you can make me swallow it, you can ejaculate on my face, please don't…don't come in…"

Nana patted Shinji's chest with both hands, crying softly, even asking for oral sex.

Unfortunately, the intense pleasure around the head of his penis had completely dominated the man's brain, Shinji forcefully pressed down on Nana's struggling body, his fingers gripping her breasts, and thrusting forward forcefully.

Suddenly, the head of his penis felt like it was breaking through something, followed by Nana's reaction, tensing to its limit in an instant.

"Ahhh—it hurts…it hurts so much! Pull it out…pull it out!"

Shinji finally understood why Nana's reactions had always been so contradictory and complicated, unlike the smooth and natural reaction of the voluptuous young woman yesterday.

She was still a virgin!

(12) "Damn it... Waaah..."

Nana sobbed softly, her rounded shoulders trembling slightly.

Shinji stood there, sweating profusely, his huge member still buried inside Nana, stretching her tender, honeyed orifice, which was receiving a male organ for the first time, taut and open.

He wiped away his sweat, some of it dripping onto Nana's chest, a glistening white patch. He stared at her sweaty breasts, a wave of regret washing over him. He hesitated, reluctantly placing his hands on either side of Nana's waist, carefully pulling back.

"Waaah—no... don't move! It hurts..."

Nana's face was pale, and she grabbed his arms with both hands, shaking her head desperately.

Shinji had no choice but to stop.

But this stagnation was truly torturous. The layers of flesh, stretched open, struggled to return to their original size, naturally tightening around the inserted penis. The slippery love honey made the glans incredibly slick, and the mucous membrane sliding along the glans felt like it was sucking on the tip. This sucking made Shinji's penis feel a pleasurable numbness throughout, almost uncontrollably urging him to stir and thrust within that tender orifice.

He looked down, watching the red, tender opening tightly gripping his penis, a bright red line flowing down the snow-white buttocks along the edge of the stretched slit.

Anyway… he was already inside. If he pulled out now, she wouldn't be a virgin anymore. And if her father or boyfriend found out, it would all be over. Why not enjoy it first? Shinji's mind raced, and he gently pushed his hips forward, inserting his slightly pulled-out penis back in.

Nana's honeypot was narrow and shallow, and the tip of his penis easily felt the slightly hard and smooth cervix pressing against the glans, creating a tingling sensation. He swallowed, gently swaying his hips, enjoying the taste of a virgin's flower.

"Ugh... Ugh! No... Don't move..."

Nana looked distressed, shaking her head from side to side.

Shinji, having made up his mind, quickened his pace, shifting his weight to one hand and using the other to clamp down on Nana's breast, pressing his index finger against the engorged nipple, causing the entire mound of pinkish-white flesh to change shape in his tiger's mouth.

"Ugh... It hurts, please stop..."

Nana's nails almost dug into Shinji's flesh, her teeth chattering as she begged for mercy.

But Shinji truly felt that the narrow passage was no longer just being lubricated by the blood of her deflowering. He broke free from Nana's grip, which was hurting him, and grasped her beautiful feet encased in stockings, pulling them apart as he began to violate her more intensely.

"Ugh... ugh—"

Nana let out a long moan, as if unable to suppress the air escaping her nose, arching her back and straining her neck to look at her open legs, an expression of incredulous surprise on her face. The

blood-stained penis entered and withdrew, entered and withdrew, simple and primal, persistent and violent, the delicate petals concave and folded, forming a strange and lewd picture. Nana stared blankly, her eyes welling up with tears, a blush creeping back onto her pale face. She stammered in disbelief, "That...that big thing...is...inside me...?"

Shinji leaned down and kissed her, holding her close. "It'll feel good after a little pain. A place where babies are born, how could something this big not fit..."

She was dazed as he pressed her onto the bed, her legs unconsciously hooking around his waist, her smooth stockings rubbing against his back. "I don't know...when A-Zheng wanted it, I felt so scared...I only wanted to use my mouth. It's all your fault...sob...you took away what I've always protected..."

Shinji licked her cheeks, his hands gently stroking her waist, while his movements with his lower body were as gentle as possible. "You're so beautiful, and you came in here at this time. No man could resist."

"Mmm...mmm...you bad...you bad boy."

She opened her mouth and bit his shoulder hard.

Shinji smiled with satisfaction. He knew this woman had given up resisting and struggling, and was beginning to fully open her beautiful, flower-like body. He decisively increased his strength, thrusting his penis in until he could feel her sparse pubic hair with each stroke, then rubbing her clitoris forcefully before withdrawing.

Nana released her mouth, rested her chin on his shoulder, and cried out, her cries a mixture of shyness and the wantonness of first-time experience. Her cries weren't loud, but they were enough to arouse a man's desire to make her cry out even louder.

Shinji suppressed the urge to ejaculate at the base of his penis, and suddenly lifted Nana up, arranging them in a face-to-face, entwined, embracing position. The elevated body presented her full, prominent breasts to Shinji. He pinched her nipples between his lips, his tongue rapidly flicking at the buds, while his hard penis began to thrust upwards.

Enveloped in the man's fiery breath, Nana's eyes gradually glazed over. Her arms wrapped around Shinji's neck, and with each cry, she involuntarily began to sway her hips.

They both reached climax almost simultaneously. The pleasure was so intense that Shinji forgot to ask if Nana was safe before his semen gushed forth. As the hot fluid hit her wet clitoris, Nana bit Shinji's shoulder again, her whole body trembling violently. Her convulsing vagina seemed to grip his penis, and copious amounts of love juice filled the urgent space, mixing with the semen that had been ejaculated, flowing down Shinji's penis.

"Haa...haa...haa..."

Shinji, holding Nana, collapsed onto the bed, rolled over to one side, and stretched out his limbs, savoring the intense pleasure he had just experienced.

Nana curled up beside him like a kitten, her breathing still rapid. Some semen had spilled onto her stockings, leaving distinct black and white spots. She didn't wipe it away, but instead stared blankly at the bed, her face turned to the side. At the end of her gaze, the photo of her bare back lay there quietly.

Shinji remembered a friend telling him that you shouldn't rush into a second encounter with a girl who had just lost her virginity; you should wait until at least the next day, otherwise the swelling would make her uncomfortable for days. This made him hesitate. Deep down, he wanted to rest before going again, after all, who knew if he would have another chance to play with Nana like this? Yet, the thought that perhaps being gentle with her this time would win her favor and give them a chance to develop a relationship lingered in his mind.

He put his hands behind his head, giving up on thinking, deciding to rest first.

Three or four minutes later, Nana sat up, without putting on clothes or pulling her skirt down from her waist. She remained half-naked, her snow-white body exposed, sitting next to Shinji. She reached out and gently pinched Shinji's genitals. His once-fierce penis had completely softened. "It's gotten smaller... the difference is huge."

"Uh... yeah. Men are all like that, they only get bigger when they're excited."

Not knowing how to continue the conversation, Shinji answered somewhat awkwardly.

"It gets bigger whenever you see a woman's naked body, right?"

Nana's tone seemed a little disappointed, her fingers lightly pinching the base of his penis.

"Not entirely, it only feels good when it's a girl you like."

Shinji answered a question he wasn't entirely sure of himself, looking at her smooth, soft back, and gently stroking it.

She shifted uncomfortably and whispered, "That kind of thing... does it really only hurt the first time?"

Shinji hummed in agreement, focusing on enjoying the delicate skin on her back.

"I feel hot and burning, and it still feels like there's something inside, it's so uncomfortable..."

Nana said coquettishly, it seems that even strangers can experience subtle changes in their emotions after having physical relations.

"Uh... you'll be fine after a rest,"

Shinji said dismissively, calculating that if she was really uncomfortable, he would have to give up and wait for another chance.

Unexpectedly, Nana hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "But... but I... I still want more."

"Huh?"

Thinking he had misheard, Shinji's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at her.

She turned her face away in embarrassment, but her hands were already pulling off the skirt rolled up around her waist, followed by her stockings.

"No..."

he quickly stopped her, "Um... don't take them off, I like you in stockings."

Nana paused for a moment, then pulled the stockings back up to her elastic thighs, and said with a hint of anxiety, "But... why is your... you still so small..."

Shinji backed up and lay on the pillow, spreading his legs wide. He knew the camera had worked its magic, so he smiled and said, "Come and lick it properly, and it will get bigger." Nana frowned

. It seemed that even giving her boyfriend oral sex wasn't something she was very willing to do. It was hard for a woman like this to think that a man's genitals could be easily put into his mouth.

But she still crawled over, kneeling between his legs, blinking as she looked at his penis. She probably hadn't even observed her boyfriend so closely before; her eyes gleamed with both lust and curiosity.

Seeing her about to do it, Shinji quickly ordered, "No, turn your butt around. Spread your legs...yes, lie down, like this..."

Following Shinji's instructions, she assumed a head-to-toe position. Nana's shame swelled to its peak, her body turning pink. "This is...this is too embarrassing...ooh..."

"How could this be..."

Shinji thanked the gods in his heart, then hugged Nana's buttocks, which were trying to escape, and began to play with her still very immature clitoris with his fingers.

Her entire naked body appeared very mature, only her genitals still resembled those of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. Peeling back the foreskin of her clitoris, the exposed pink flesh was so cute it made one want to swallow it whole. He raised his neck, pressed his tongue against it, and began to move it from side to side.

"Mmm!"

The moment she put the man's glans into her mouth, Nana was overwhelmed by pleasure and let out a sweet moan. Her lips, which were circling the penis, tightened involuntarily.

"Don't touch my teeth,"

Shinji instructed breathlessly. While enjoying Nana's clumsy oral sex, he began to relentlessly play with the sensitive center of her body.

Not content with just violating her clitoris, he inserted his fingers into Nana's wet vagina, stirred them, and then parted her tightly closed buttocks, revealing her light brown anus. He placed his fingers, covered in her vaginal fluid, outside Nana's anus, gently massaging it for a while before forcefully inserting them.

Nana's lower body stiffened abruptly. She spat out the already erect penis from her mouth, turning back to look at Shinji in distress. "You...you've made a mistake. It...it hurts there. Pull it out."

"Really?"

Shinji began to rotate his fingers inserted into her rectum, rubbing against the slightly rough intestinal walls, while his other hand began to press hard on her pink clitoris.

"No...no. Don't...there...it feels so strange there."

Nana seemed to lose all her strength, collapsing limply onto him, only her buttocks still sticking out. She made sounds of resistance, but from her swollen, red vulva, drops of honest nectar trickled down.

Shinji patiently played with Nana's anus until she unwillingly reached another climax, then withdrew his fingers, smearing them on her buttocks while laughing, "So even a beautiful woman's anus smells bad."

"Ugh...don't say that..."

Nana buried her face in the mattress in shame, her arms covering her face, as if she felt unforgivable shame for being able to climax from anal play.

Because her legs were still kneeling, Nana unconsciously assumed the most suitable position for the rear-entry position. Shinji got up and knelt behind her, hesitated for a moment, then inserted his penis into her wet, soft vagina.

That anus was so tight that it couldn't even accommodate a second finger; if he insisted on anal sex, it would definitely tear.

Shinji regretfully abandoned his plan to use an embarrassment and focused intently on thrusting into Nana's genitals.

Four hours passed quickly, and at Nana's request, Shinji extended it for another two hours. For six hours, they made love, rested, and made love again, as if possessed. Nana became increasingly bold and proactive. When Shinji was too exhausted to move, she desperately sucked until he was erect, then rode on top of him, writhing and undulating for nearly half an hour before ending their half-day frenzy.

When they finally left the hotel, Shinji even felt tiny stars flashing before his eyes.

Nana never left the room. When Shinji left, she lay on the large bed with her eyes half-closed, her body covered in Shinji's semen, her stockings torn in several places during their passionate encounter, as if she had just been gang-raped, lying motionless.

She didn't ask Shinji's name, and naturally, he wouldn't say it.

As he closed the door, a strange feeling suddenly arose within him: perhaps he would never see Nana again.

(13) After a peaceful day, Shinji arrived at his friend’s coffee shop as promised to help look after it.

Two days of frenzied activity had left him feeling the need for rest. Last night, after returning home, he examined his penis closely and noticed small cuts around it, with the foreskin almost swollen.

Today, he decided not to bring his camera. No matter what beautiful women he encountered, he needed a rest.

With the camera in hand, he'd have plenty of opportunities to play with women he desired later.

He expected the day to pass peacefully as usual, but unexpectedly, a visitor arrived in the evening.

Shinji didn't pay much attention when the girl appeared, assuming she was just a customer. However, after coming to the bar, she didn't order anything but instead pushed a photograph in front of Shinji.

The woman in the photo was beautiful, but that wasn't the main reason for Shinji's surprise. He was shocked because the woman in the photo was the same woman from the bar's restroom that day.

Seeing Shinji's expression, the girl's eyes immediately lit up. "You know her, don't you?"

Had this woman's husband discovered something? Shinji shook his head awkwardly. "I don't know her, but... I've seen her at the shop. What happened?"

The girl's eyes were red-rimmed. She lowered her head slightly, brushed her wind-blown hair behind her ear, and whispered, "She's dead. Yesterday morning, she fell from the balcony... She was my sister..."

Shinji's heart skipped a beat, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He casually wiped it away, feigning sympathy. "That's truly a pity... Please accept my condolences."

The girl suddenly looked up, staring intently at Shinji. "My sister's death wasn't an accident! She's been in a daze ever since she came home the day before yesterday. Something must have happened! I asked my sister's friends; she stayed at your shop for a long time that day. I went to the shop across the street..." "You investigated and found that after my sister went in, you put up the 'Closed' sign. And you just said you didn't know my sister, is that right?"

Shinji felt a bitter taste in his mouth. The news of the woman's death made him panic, and for a moment, the cells in his brain seemed to turn into mush. Only his instinct for self-preservation helped him answer: "I... I really don't know your sister.

She said she wasn't feeling well that day, uh... she seemed a bit dazed, so I kindly let her rest here for a while. Since there was no one else, I had to close the shop. I don't even know her name. I think... you must have investigated in the wrong direction." The girl stared intently into Shinji's eyes, making him feel uncomfortable all over. Yet, he couldn't look away; he could only meet her gaze and pretend to be calm.

"Little sister, if you don't believe me, you can call the police. I swear I really don't know your sister at all. I'm sure she doesn't even know my name; she probably only knows my surname from a name tag."

She shook her head, resting her chin on her hand. "My sister has never been to this coffee shop before. If she's not feeling well, why would she come here to rest? Something must be wrong... You wait, I'll definitely come back to find you."

With that, she left the coffee shop without looking back.

Watching her retreating figure, imagining the woman's mangled body lying on the ground, Shinji suddenly felt nauseous. He bent over, gagging twice, when his gaze happened to fall on a news article.

It was a local tabloid, only reporting trivial matters, placing missing person notices, obituaries, wedding announcements, and the like. What he saw now was a report of a car accident.

The words all blurred from his vision, leaving only the headshot of the deceased.

It was the woman he had photographed on the first day he got the camera, who had died at the same time the next day.

Shinji slumped to the ground, his body turning ice-cold.

(XIV) It's a coincidence...it must be a coincidence. Shinji rubbed his already messy hair, sat on the tatami, the camera in his hand still cold and devoid of warmth despite having held it for a long time.

He desperately tried to convince himself it was a coincidence, but he had specifically checked, and Nana was nowhere to be seen behind the hotel reception desk. This completely shook his confidence.

The only thing he could comfort himself with was that the deaths of those women were accidents and had nothing to do with him.

"Nothing to do with me!"

Shinji roared unconsciously, feeling slightly relieved.

As his mind calmed down, Shinji gradually accepted this fact. He even began to think, so what if the women he photographed died? Those women had nothing to do with him anyway. If it really had such power, wouldn't it be able to be used for many things?

He looked at the camera in his hand and began to plan how to verify the authenticity of this power.

What if it really was just a coincidence, and Nana was just resting at home on sick leave? Wouldn't he have been completely wrong?

A name immediately jumped into his mind.

Tateyama Chie. A senior student, one year his senior, studied nursing after graduation and now works in a small suburban hospital.

The reason he immediately chose this woman was because Shinji had been deeply hurt during his pursuit of her. The almost manipulative rejection made Shinji lose confidence in dating women. Fortunately, a junior student who had always secretly loved him comforted him in various ways, allowing him to regain his self-esteem.

Another reason, of course, was Chie's appearance. She was always the focus of attention at school, with a charming and beautiful face and a sexy and alluring figure, especially her pert peach-shaped buttocks. It was rumored that some junior students could masturbate just by looking at the outline of her buttocks through her short skirt. Such a beautiful buttocks must be perfect for anal sex.

Shinji thought to himself, took out a tube of lubricant and a condom, and stuffed them into his shirt pocket.

This deliberately sealed memory was reopened with the bewitching camera.

(15) "I'm looking for Tateyama Chie. Is she at work today?"

Shinji suppressed his excitement and maintained a calm tone as he answered the nurse's question from behind the reception desk on the first floor of the hospital.

"Ah... looking for Tateyama-senpai? She's here, but she's in gynecology, so she might not be able to help you. I suggest you go to the window over there, hand over your insurance card, and see a doctor directly. Our hospital procedures are very professional; we won't neglect you just because you don't know anyone."

The nurse replied with a professional smile. Shinji

nodded awkwardly, somewhat flustered, and said, "Uh... that's right. I just wanted to ask her about my girlfriend's condition and how to take care of her. I haven't contacted her in a long time, and she changed her number, so I had no choice but to come here.

Sorry to bother you." He finished speaking and ran towards the elevator, afraid of giving himself away.

Gynecology, fourth floor. He took a breath, pressed the button for the fourth floor, and began to plan how to start the conversation when he saw Chie. Should he secretly take a picture and run away, waiting for her to find him? The hospital's location wasn't great, and since Shinji had deliberately chosen lunchtime, there were hardly any people to be seen when he stepped out of the elevator. There wasn't a particularly pungent smell in the

air either; only a nurse at the end of the corridor was carrying a lunchbox towards the duty room.

The nurse definitely wasn't Chie; her buttocks were too thin, clearly indicating little exercise and prolonged sitting—a significant drawback for a young woman.

Taking advantage of the quiet, Shinji wandered around, looking for a suitable spot. This floor, as expected of a gynecology-focused facility, had only two stalls and four urinals in the men's restroom at the end of the corridor, estimated to be at least half the size of the adjacent women's restroom.

He circled around, deciding it wasn't a good place to do anything that might make noise. He wasn't familiar with the layout, and after wandering around, he still couldn't find a place to play with Chie.

He couldn't just take the picture and then rush out to find a hotel room and wait there, could he? What if Chie couldn't find him?

Just as he was scratching his head in frustration, a clear and energetic mezzo-soprano voice suddenly rang out beside him, "Oh, isn't this my cute junior? What are you doing here? Circumcisions aren't done here, you know."

Shinji felt his breath catch for a moment. It was that voice, that voice that always mocked him, that had trampled his self-esteem into the mud until he gave up all thoughts of pursuing her and kept his distance.

"Tateyama-senpai, I heard you work here, and I just happened to be passing by. I had nothing else to do, so I thought I'd come and see you. We... it's been a long time." Shinji

tried to make his expression look natural before turning his profile to face the woman beside him.

Her hair was permed into loose curls and casually draped over her shoulders. Her face was rounder, making her look more mature than before. She was never a conventional woman, and at this moment, she wasn't even wearing a nurse's cap, and the buttons of her pink uniform collar were undone, as if she had just woken up from the duty room. This pink nurse's uniform suited her perfectly, giving Shinji the illusion that she became a nurse specifically to wear such a uniform.

Chie tossed her hair, tilted her chin slightly, and smiled, saying, "Junior, it's been two or three years and you still haven't learned how to fool girls? How pathetic. Tell me, what do you want? Considering I've been ordering you around for over a year, I'll help you if I can."

She paused, leaned closer to him, breathed on his neck, and continued with a smile, "But anything lewd is out of the question. I don't like young boys."

"No...no, I...I already have a girlfriend. Actually, I came here because of her. Seeing you suddenly, I'm a little embarrassed to bring it up."

Shinji quickly racked his brains, trying to make his words sound natural.

"Well... there's hardly anyone around anyway. I'll book an empty room, and we can talk slowly. I felt like something was missing after you stopped contacting me."

Chie chuckled and led him into a room, casually sitting on a bed. Her beautiful legs, clad in white over-the-knee stockings, were pulled up onto the bed, casually crossed like in college, completely unconcerned about the view revealed beneath her stretched-out skirt.

It was that same casual feeling back then that gave Shinji the illusion that he could easily get this woman, resulting in a wasted year and a half without even a kiss.

Shinji tried to pull his gaze away from Chie's full mons pubis, his face flushing slightly. Standing before this woman, he inexplicably felt like he hadn't grown up yet.

"Is there something you're too embarrassed to ask the doctor, that you went out of your way to see me?"

Chie asked with a grin, staring at his face. "Did you get someone pregnant and need me to introduce you to a doctor who can perform abortions?"

"N-no way!"

Shinji started searching his mind for any useful information and made up a story. "Actually...actually, it's...it's because I insisted on trying something new that day, so...so I went in from behind."

"Doggy style?"

Chie blinked. "That can easily compress the cervix and cause some minor problems."

She chuckled. "So you're quite long, little junior. It's not easy for most men to reach the bottom."

This teasing tone annoyed Shinji, so he exaggerated the scenario in his mind. "I... actually, I was... uh... doing her butt. As a result... it seems to be a little injured there. I... I don't know what to do."

Chie paused for a moment, then giggled. "Is it because you're too thick or is your girlfriend too small? You haven't turned into a pedophile, have you?"

Shinji blushed and growled, "Senior! I... I'm seriously asking for your help."

Chie still smiled without any seriousness. "Hehehe... but what good is it for you to come to me? Whether it's homosexuality or anal sex, a damaged anus goes to the proctologist. The only thing I can do for you is give you enough cotton balls to act as anal plugs to prevent your girlfriend from defecating in..." "Inside your pants. But the proctology department has special enemas and plugs, you should go to them."

She glanced at Shinji, whose face flushed and paled in turns, and leaned back leisurely on the neatly folded blankets, playing with her nails. "Next time you come to tease me, please come up with a decent excuse. If it weren't for your beard, I would have thought I was dreaming and back in school. You're twenty-three or twenty-four, right? Why are you still so clueless? Are you still a virgin? Do you want me to introduce you to a beautiful girl who likes younger men? She's very skilled; she could drain you clean in an hour."

Not hearing Shinji's response, Chie shrugged, got up, and walked towards the door. "I have a date this afternoon, so I can't keep you company, junior. If you're interested, you can just visit the gynecology department here. Next time you come to see me, remember to bring something. It's been so long since we last met, and you came empty-handed. You're too..."

She stopped mid-sentence, her hand reaching for the doorknob.

Shinji had already taken out his camera and, without even looking at the lens, pressed the shutter directly at her.

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