The complete book of "Tearing the Bodysuit"

Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 Lewd Copulation
Chapter 2 Shameful Practice
Chapter 3 Uncontrollable Masturbation
Chapter 4 Painful Loss
Chapter 5 Shameless Prank
Chapter 6 First Oral Sex Chapter
7 Insertion from Behind Chapter
8 Childish Teasing Chapter
9 Fierce Rampage Chapter
10 Unbearable Lust Chapter 11 A
Terrible Incident Chapter 12
Cruel Tyranny Chapter

1 Lewd Copulation

"Oh dear, I forgot something again." A girl in a school uniform cried out in surprise at the ticket gates at the station. The girl hurriedly checked her watch; it was 10:30 PM. "

I only realized I forgot something after I got to the station. How unlucky." The girl lamented to herself.
"Ah... Oh well, I guess I'll have to go back to school." To bolster her courage, she turned and ran back the way she had come. A girl in a school uniform running on the street at 10:30 PM seemed illogical. What was her reason for having to go back to school...?

This girl's name was Ito Minako, sixteen years old, a first-year student at the private Aimee Girls' High School. Tomorrow's first period is the English exam, but I forgot my textbook at school… It must be there, in the locker in the gymnastics club's changing room… Minako is a member of the gymnastics team at Aimi High School. She practices every day after school, which is why she gets home so late. Especially lately, she's been practicing very hard, and usually doesn't get home until after 11 PM.

Because they're preparing for the national competition, the gymnastics club is undergoing rigorous final training to save face.

Minako is confident in gymnastics because of her excellent athletic ability and physique; she's chosen gymnastics as her extracurricular activity since middle school. However, Minako's confidence crumbled immediately after entering Aimi High School. Girls of Minako's caliber are everywhere, and Aimi High School's gymnastics team consistently ranks in the top four at the Tokyo competition every year.

Minako deeply regrets joining the gymnastics club, but her innate curiosity and fearlessness of the daily rigorous training drive her to become a star athlete. Therefore, even if she forgets her English textbook, she goes back to get it; and she studies all night to get first place. Minako possessed this quality.

Shouting the slogan, "A win-win for both gymnastics and academics!" she ran through the shopping street, entering the dark path leading to school. Her ponytail and skirt swayed in the wind as she continued running, clutching her heavy schoolbag. The sight of a girl in a school uniform running along the deserted road after 10:30 PM was striking, and her beautiful face could captivate anyone's heart.

If a homeless person or pervert saw Minako running wildly in the dark, they would surely attack her without hesitation. Even a normal man would find it difficult to remain calm after seeing Minako's beauty.

She wondered if the school gate was still open, if the clubroom door was locked, and if Kazama-sensei was still there… The new gymnastics club was behind the gymnasium, the last of all the sports clubs' clubrooms. Minako nervously and quietly ran to the unlit gymnasium.

The darkness filled her with fear. She ran to the clubroom, groping in the dark for her familiar wardrobe, searching for her English textbook.

“Found it.” Minako gently closed the wardrobe door, looking back at the long, dark corridor, a sense of disappointment washing over her.

“Kazama-sensei has already gone back…” She had initially held onto a sliver of hope that Kazama, the PE teacher and new gymnastics club advisor, was still at school. But seeing the darkened instructors' room filled Minako with immense disappointment. Just as she was about to leave the gymnasium, a powerful sense of dread paralyzed her. She heard voices coming from the empty instructors' room.

A chill ran down her spine. With all her might, she turned her head towards the instructors' room.
It was pitch black. Could someone be there? What were they doing in there with the lights off? Or was it just her imagination?

As Minako tried to continue, she heard a low, menacing voice again. There was no mistake! Someone was in the instructors' room. Was it Kazama-sensei?

Curiosity surged within Minako, far outweighing her fear. She cautiously made her way towards the instructors' room, step by step. Reaching the front door, Minako strained her ears, listening intently.

This time, she clearly heard a man's voice. The teacher was still there… Just as Minako was about to speak to the teacher in the room, she stopped herself. This time, she heard a woman's voice. She couldn't make out the content of their conversation, but it was undoubtedly Kazama and the woman talking.

"Who is it?" Minako wanted to leave quietly, but the curiosity of a sixteen-year-old girl was stronger.

She lightly grasped the doorknob and turned it to the right. A crack appeared in the door, revealing a dim light. But she could still hear the low voices talking.

"What if I get caught? It's wrong to peek into other people's privacy, I'd better go home quickly…" Thinking this, Minako's hand pushed the door open instead, creating a gap large enough to stick her head in. Without hesitation, Minako poked her head in.

She thought it was Kazama sitting at his desk, so she was disappointed when she realized he wasn't there. But she immediately saw Kazama's back and felt a surge of excitement. In the dim light, Kazama was sitting there with his back to his desk.

Minako's playful expression vanished instantly, replaced by astonishment, and then fear. Behind Kazama's muscular figure in a white shirt, a woman's hand, painted with red nail polish like a snake, reached out.

Kazama-sensei was kissing a woman! That hand belonged to that woman… Niijima Emi!
Why was the woman kissing Kazama the beautiful new gymnastics coach, Niijima Emi? It was unbelievable that Kazama-sensei and Coach Emi had such a relationship.

This was the first time Minako had ever witnessed a man passionately kissing another man. Minako almost fainted from shock. So the Kazama-sensei she liked was actually this kind of man, and this woman happened to be Coach Emi from the same department.

This was too much! He was indifferent during practice, and then did this after the students left—it was absolutely unforgivable!

Ah… another kiss… After the long, passionate kiss, Emi said in a soft voice,
“Take it off…” Emi was wearing a striped leotard. After leaving Kazama, Emi lay down on the gymnastics mat next to him. Kazama stared at Emi's voluptuous body in her leotard, then, as if suddenly stimulated, he took off his shirt and reached out to Emi's shoulder.

Minako opened her mouth wide, but dared not utter a sound.

"Teacher! Don't do such lewd things here..." Minako cried out in despair. As if bound by a tight band, Minako couldn't move, only standing there staring.

Minako's position created a blind spot for the two, a situation that might make her decide to continue peeping. And if she changed position, she might make a sound. If she stayed, she would see something she didn't want to see. Minako's heart was almost breaking, but she couldn't leave.

Kazama slowly pulled down Emi's bodysuit from her shoulders. Just as he was about to see her breasts, Emi pressed her hands against them.

"Don't be rough...slowly...okay?" Emi looked at Kazama with seductive eyes, swaying her body like a child, of course already noticing the erection in Kazama's jeans.

Kazama's strong hands gripped Emi's upper body, and he began to suck on her lips. The softness of Emi's lips made Kazama feel his groin throbbing painfully. His tongue slipped into Hye-mi's mouth.

Hye-mi's tongue immediately met his, and their tongues intertwined. Soon, a sensual reaction arose in Hye-mi's body. As he sucked Hye-mi's tongue into his mouth, a painful sound came from her nostrils.

Breathing was already difficult, but Hye-mi desperately endured it, refusing to leave the man's mouth.
Kazama unhooked the front of her bra and began to caress her breasts; Emi did not resist. Emi's full breasts were reminiscent of ripe fruit.

Kazama pinched her nipples, then pulled down her tight-fitting clothes. Her round buttocks made it difficult for Kazama to pull down the clothes, but Emi gently lifted her buttocks, allowing Kazama to easily remove both the clothes and her panties.

Completely naked, Emi finally pulled away from Kazama's mouth, panting, "I want...I want to touch my body...Takuzo...I love you." Emi called Kazama's name, constantly writhing her body.

Kazama held the naked Emi in his arms, and like playing a guitar, began to caress her body. His gentle caresses of her slender waist and full buttocks elicited soft moans from Emi. Kazama placed Emi's body on his lap. His left hand caressed her red nipples, while his right hand caressed her clitoris; immediately, nectar clung to Kazama's fingers.

"Ah... Takuzo... Touch me... Touch me more..." Emi raised her chin, revealing her pink neck, pleading incessantly. Kazama's fingers slid easily into her fleshy hole.

"Oh... Did your fingers go in? Ah..." Kazama rotated his index finger inside her fleshy hole, observing Emi's reaction, and then joined in with his middle finger.

"Do you know how many are in? You're all wet here, it went in very easily." "Ah... You're bullying me... How many are in... Ah... Rotate harder..." Just as Kazama felt his fingers inside her fleshy hole were about to soften, Emi seemed somewhat satisfied with the stimulation, and then actively stroked Kazama's pants. He immediately began to pull off his jeans and underwear, revealing his erect penis.

"Ah... It's already like this... It seems to be in a lot of pain." After saying this, Emi grasped his penis with one hand and rubbed the glans with the other.

"How is it? Does it feel good? No one would do this to you, would they?" Kazama didn't like Emi's tone of voice, but he didn't refute her. Hui Mei was a very good person; both her taste and oral sex skills could fascinate men.

Hui Mei looked at Kazama with moist eyes, a tender smile on her face, then lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth. She made soft, sucking sounds, rubbing the glans with her tongue.

Kazama loved watching women's expressions during oral sex. He believed that any proud woman looked most beautiful when sucking a penis. Kazama was a man who held this view. Hui Mei also liked having men watching her oral sex, because it allowed her to gauge the level of their arousal.

"Your sucking technique has improved a lot." Hearing Kazama's praise, Emi spat out the glans from her mouth and said resentfully, "Honestly, I only do this to you. Who are you comparing yourself to? If you do this with other girls, I'll kill you!" "Don't say such terrible things, beautiful female coach." "Don't interrupt!" "The students will be terrified if they see you like this." "You're so stupid. There are no virgins among the girls in the new gymnastics club." "I don't believe it. Aren't all the girls in the new gymnastics club virgins?" "Who exactly have you set your sights on? Keiko Saotome? Yamaoka? Or Mami Nakahara?... But you don't seem interested in young girls. Even those with experience as men are just little girls. Could it be the advisor, Mariko Sasaki, that arrogant woman..." The Mariko Sasaki that Emi was talking about was Emi's classmate in high school and university. They had practiced new gymnastics together since they were very young, but Mariko gave up new gymnastics after injuring her leg. Now she is a Japanese language teacher and advisor for new gymnastics.

"Has Keiko Saotome been with men before?" "Of course. Who knows if she's a rich heiress or a lady from a prominent family? Who knows what she's doing behind the scenes." Keiko Saotome is the best gymnast in Aimi High School. Her figure, beauty, and technique are undeniably impressive, a result of hard work. Her occasional cold expression makes her seem unapproachable to most people. As the only daughter of the chairman of a pharmaceutical company, she's a genuine heiress.

While gossiping about other women, Emi straddled Kazama, grasping his penis and aligning it with her vulva.

"Ah...so good..." With her hands on Kazama's chest, Emi moved her hips up and down, making soft, erotic sounds from their point of contact.

"Right, I forgot about that girl." Emi continued to move her hips.
"Who is it?" "Minako...Ito Minako...she's the only one still a virgin..." Kazama lay beneath her, remembering Minako. That petite girl with surprisingly sexy breasts and buttocks. Was she really still a virgin? Kazama, thinking of Minako's captivating eyes and cherry-like lips, thrust upwards with a counter-attacking motion.

"Ah...ah...I want it...but not yet...ah..." Minako, who was secretly watching this scene, was startled when she heard Coach Emi say her name.

He assumed she was a virgin, committing this lewd act while calling her name...it was too much...but he was right.

Minako couldn't move at all; if she moved even slightly, she might be discovered peeping. How could she face Kazama-sensei afterward? However, that thing was so big, it was truly surprising, and the foreskin was open. The penis in Michelangelo's David that she saw in art class was like a child's, or was it still foreskin...? Kazama-sensei's was reddish-black, ugly and frightening...Ah...how could I think of such a thing...The beautiful and spirited coach who practiced the new gymnastics was actually having a relationship with the Kazama-sensei she admired...Emi was unaware that the Ito Minako she had just mentioned was peeping nearby, preoccupied only with having sex with Kazama.

“Emi, it’s my turn to take the initiative.” Kazama stood up and said, “Lie down and raise your butt.” “From behind? That’s rare.” “Is it okay to do this once in a while?” “Yes, even if it’s a little rough, I don’t mind.” Emi showed no shame whatsoever, her face pressed against the soft cushion, her snow-white buttocks raised high. Her labia, engorged from the piston-like motion, looked sexy amidst the curled pubic hair.

Kazama grasped his honey-scented penis and aimed it at Emi’s opening. Then he thrust it in violently. He immediately began vigorous piston-like movements.

“Ah…no…too fast…slower…ah…” Kazama ignored Emi’s pleas. Instead, he pulled Emi’s hands behind her back, preventing her from taking any action. Emi wasn’t unprepared for Kazama’s sadistic behavior, but naturally, she had to play the role of the masochist. The pleasure was more intense than she had imagined.

“Keep going… ah… Takuzo… fuck her hard…” As Kazama thrust violently into Emi’s vagina, he inexplicably thought of Minako Ito. But Minako was watching their ugly sexual act… At that moment, Minako felt an urgent need to urinate, and her lower body was already unbearably itchy. Minako gently pressed her hand between her thighs from under her skirt.

“Ah…” She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Ah… I’m experiencing pleasure… I’m experiencing pleasure… Looking at Kazama, she saw him, sweating profusely, about to change positions with Emi. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Minako immediately turned and ran out. She needed to get home early… She had an English exam tomorrow…

Chapter Two: Shameful Practice

Emi Niijima was murdered! Her naked body lay in the center of the gymnasium. The new gymnastics ribbon was wrapped around her neck, discovered by the clerk that morning. When Minako arrived at school, the classroom was in an uproar over the incident. This was the first murder since the founding of the private Aimi High School, and the school administration and teachers could not hide their distress.

The beautiful female teacher of the new gymnastics club has been murdered. Minako saw Emi just yesterday, and she was having sex with Kazama-sensei in the instructors' room. Is Kazama-sensei the murderer? Minako was terrified and wanted to scream. She couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe Kazama-sensei was the murderer.

Why was Coach Emi killed? Kazama-sensei was the last person Coach Emi was with. What happened between them after I left?

If I continued to spy on them, would I witness the murder?
Being killed naked means that she was killed before she could even put on her clothes after having sex with Kazama-sensei… Minako imagined Kazama wrapping a dance ribbon around Emi's neck and couldn't help but shudder. Where is Kazama-sensei now? Does he know about this? Or has he already run away…? No, Kazama-sensei isn't that kind of person.

Amidst confusion and doubt, Minako heard the lunch break bell. In the crowded corridor, someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder; it was her Japanese language teacher and new gymnastics advisor, Mariko Sasaki.

"Ito, assemble in the clubroom immediately, it's very important." Minako immediately connected the dots, thinking it must be about Coach Emi's murder. Many team members had already arrived in the clubroom, and she saw Takuzo Kazama.

Minako breathed a sigh of relief; the teacher wasn't the murderer after all. He hadn't run away… Minako looked at Kazama, trying to glean something from his expression… but Kazama stood expressionless in the center of the room.

The clubroom wasn't large to begin with, and with Kazama, Mariko, and fifteen team members, it felt very crowded. Among the crowd, there was a stranger—surely a detective.

Minako observed this sharp-eyed man from a corner of the room. A muscular body, a protruding belly, and not particularly long legs; overall, he seemed rather large.

"I'm Igarashi, in charge of this case. As you all know, Ms. Emi, the coach of the new gymnastics club, was murdered this morning, strangled with the dance ribbons you all use every day. We must do everything in our power to investigate this cruel case..." The team members were tense about the sudden murder and the arrival of the detective.

Minako instinctively felt disgusted with Igarashi, ignoring his continued nagging, and turned her gaze to Kazama.

Kazama, with his head slightly lowered and eyes closed, seemed to be trembling slightly. Whether he was grieving for his lover's death or feeling intense anger towards the murderer, to Minako, Kazama was desperately trying to control his impulses.

"The person in charge of this club is Ms. Kazama, right?" Detective Igarashi suddenly said to Kazama.

“Yes.” “What time did you practice until yesterday?” “I remember… around 10 p.m..” “So you practiced that late. These lovely girls, still at school so late…” At this moment, Mariko suddenly interrupted, “There’s a competition next month, and a qualifying round in ten days, of course we have to train rigorously.” Detective Igarashi seemed surprised by Mariko’s protest, but still said to Kazama, “After practice ended at 10 p.m., who was the last one with the victim?” “Probably… me.” “Probably, what do you mean?” “After practice, we talked in the instructor’s room for an hour, and then I left alone.” “And the victim?” “She said she had to stay and organize some data…” “So, the victim was alone in the physical education instructor’s room after 11 p.m., and then someone came… and killed her.” “Detective, do you think the murderer is an insider, and you’re suspecting me? That’s going too far.” “You were the last one with the victim, and then she was killed by someone. We’re in charge of investigating this.” Teacher Kazama seemed to want to speak, but seeing Igarashi’s expression, he shut his mouth. Kazama-sensei lied, saying he was discussing something with Coach Emi in the instructor's room... but wasn't it actually sexual intercourse?

Minako thought it was understandable that Kazama-sensei concealed the truth from the detective; no matter what, he couldn't admit to having sex in the instructor's room late at night. Of course, Minako couldn't say she had seen it. Detective Igarashi asked the students a few questions and then left, saying he would come back later.

After class in the afternoon, the entire team gathered in the gymnasium again. The thought of Emi lying naked on the gymnasium floor terrified many. When Kazama began his address, everyone became tense again about the selection competition in ten days.

"We've practiced to this level, and to give up now, I don't think the late Coach Niijima would want that. No matter what happens, we can't stop. Only winning this competition is the best tribute to Coach Niijima, right?" "Yes!" All the trainees answered with sorrow. And so, the new gymnastics club began practicing again today.

Ito Minako was no exception. She desperately wanted to sweat more, not thinking about anything else, telling herself that she had to practice with all her might now. First, everyone did flexibility exercises together. Then, they practiced their own events individually.

Keiko Saotome, eighteen years old and a third-year student, was the best athlete at Aimi High School. Her graceful movements made her an object of admiration for Minako and other lower-grade students.

"Minako, what are you daydreaming about!" Minako then noticed that upperclassmen Ranko Yamaoka and Mami Nakahara were standing on either side of her. Minako inwardly cried out in alarm, but there was nothing she could do, because these two often bullied her.

Minako always had to obey her upperclassmen's orders. Not only did she have to wash their bodysuits, but she also had to wash their bras and panties. If their bodysuits were torn, Minako had to mend them.

"Minako, do you know?" "What is it..." "It's about Coach Emi's body." Ranko seemed unable to resist revealing information that only she knew.

"I heard she was lying naked on the ground here. Her neck was wrapped with the coach's usual dance ribbon... and her thighs were spread wide apart..." "Ah... please don't say it." Hearing Ranko's lewd tone, Minako couldn't help but cover her ears with her hands.

"Don't pretend to be so serious. I haven't finished yet." This time it was Nakahara Mami's turn to speak: "Before Coach Emi was murdered, she was raped by the killer. I heard they found the killer's semen in her vagina." Minako's face changed drastically. The scene of Kazama and Emi having sex like wild beasts was clearly visible in her mind.

"Was it a rape while being strangled? The blood type can be easily determined from the semen; the killer is easy to catch. Maybe it's Kazama-sensei." "How could that be..." Seeing Minako's panicked expression, Ranko and Mamiko couldn't help but chuckle.

"I overheard Detective Igarashi talking to the clerk this morning." Minako was shocked again. If semen was found in the physical exam, it was undoubtedly Kazama-sensei's.

Killing Coach Emi after Minako left was the most reasonable guess. Why move the physical exam to the very center of the gymnasium? Why did the killer do something that would allow others to discover it so early?

"Ito, come here." Minako, who was thinking about the murder case, was startled when Kazama called her.

"Ito, you don't have time to chat. Your worst skill is ball handling. Show me right now." "Yes." Kazama-sensei was going to give Minako individual training, which meant she could escape Ranko and Mami's entanglements and receive guidance from her most admired teacher. Minako immediately performed excitedly in front of Kazama-sensei. The new gymnastics routine

included individual techniques like ribbon dancing, ball dancing, and stick dancing, as well as group projects, requiring familiarity with each item. Minako had been practicing since middle school, but she wasn't proficient enough. She played with the ball in her palm and tossed it high into the air. During this time, she also had to perform splits, forward rolls, and other movements, all of which had to be graceful.

"Stop!" Minako's performance was interrupted.

"What kind of jumping is that! It's like a frog jumping. Your legs aren't even straight, and your toes aren't even moving. It's not just about using force!" "Yes." "..." "Stand here." Minako stood at attention in front of Kazama as ordered.

"Raise your left leg to my shoulder." Feeling somewhat embarrassed by Kazama seeing her raise her leg from the front, Minako told herself it was training, so she raised her left leg.

The moment she raised it, Minako's left leg suddenly landed on Kazama's shoulder, an inevitable result of Kazama leaning towards her as she raised

her leg. But Minako panicked, and with her left leg on Kazama's shoulder, she couldn't put it down. "Also, straighten your hip joint." After giving the order, Kazama pulled Minako's waist towards him, while raising her left leg to 180 degrees.

"Ah! It hurts... Teacher..." "Your thigh is too hard here, it needs to be able to straighten." Kazama said, while massaging Minako's thigh like a massage therapist.

In that place…please don’t do this…Kazama-sensei, why are you torturing me like this?
…Why do I have to pose in such an embarrassing position in front of you… Minako blushed deeply. But she encouraged herself, telling herself this was practice, and it was a special training session Kazama-sensei had given her, so she couldn’t be shy… “Your body is swaying! Use your hands to maintain your balance!” Kazama reprimanded her without hesitation. Sweat beaded on Minako’s skin.

"Switch legs!" Minako placed her other leg on Kazama's shoulder. She noticed Ranko Yamaoka and Mami Nakahara watching and whispering. They'd definitely say Kazama-sensei was biased; girls' jealousy is terrifying. She was worried she'd be bullied because of this… "Ouch…" Kazama pulled Minako's raised leg over his head. Minako felt even more embarrassed; her white bodysuit was soaked with sweat, and her thin panties were almost see-through.

She spread her legs 180 degrees, her buttocks naturally sinking into the crease. Not particularly full, but her firm, snow-white buttocks were mostly exposed. The bodysuit clung to her skin, affecting her movements… Ah… Kazama-sensei's hand touched her inner thigh again… Don't rub there… I can't stand it… Ah… It touched my cleft… My waist too… It's sexy there… Teacher… I don't want to… After lowering her thighs, Kazama made her sit on the floor and begin upper body bending exercises. She had to spread her legs, bend her upper body forward, backward, and to the sides. Due to Kazama's forceful pressure, Minako endured a pain that felt like her bones were about to break.

Minako realized she had reached a state beyond her control. When physical strength is pushed to its limit, the body feels strangely relaxed, and the mind enters a state of emptiness. It's as if her body is floating in mid-air, and she's looking at her body from another place.

Minako felt herself becoming wet. Through her thin, tight-fitting clothes, she could feel Kazama's fingers, and she couldn't help but feel excited and tense, experiencing an indescribable pleasure.

When Kazama's breath hit her neck, it felt like an electric current ran through her body. Kazama's fingers seemed to know her erogenous zones, massaging precisely in those spots. "

Teacher…don't do this…I can't take it…his fingers are there…he'll find I'm already wet…" Just then, Minako sensed something unusual, and her whole body tensed up. "What is it? Ah! It touched my back…it's not Kazama-sensei's fingers…it's his penis!

And it's erect…what should I do…Kazama-sensei pressed his erect penis against my back and twisted it…No!" "Don't do this... Kazama-sensei is too dirty... Don't touch my body... I saw that you touched the genitals of the deceased Emi-sensei. And you even lied to the detective. Didn't you feel anything when you saw Emi-sensei's body? Are you such a cold person? Don't you care that your lover died?

Teacher, please tell me, it really wasn't you who killed Emi-sensei... What are you thinking? Teacher is too dirty! I hate you, teacher."

Minako was caught between reality and fantasy, and went into a state of mental disorder. As if a thread had suddenly snapped, Minako fainted.

Kazama looked surprised, but immediately recovered and shouted, "Come help! Take her to the infirmary. It seems like she's anemic." When everyone gathered around, Sasaki Mariko picked up Minako.

Chapter 3: Unable to resist masturbating .

After returning home, Minako collapsed onto her bed without taking off her uniform. While receiving individual instruction from Kazama at the gymnasium, she fainted for some reason. When she woke up in the infirmary, Minako was completely naked. Mariko must have seen the sweat-soaked bodysuit and taken it off along with her panties. However, Minako remembered that her private parts were soaking wet; Mariko must have seen it.

Why did she faint? Kazama-sensei's hands were all over her body, forcing her into difficult positions. Although it hurt, it also produced an indescribable pleasure. And I hated Kazama-sensei; I probably cried. Then I fainted… When she woke up in the infirmary, Kazama and Mariko came in and said, "You can go home and rest now." Minako rarely went home so early. Lying in bed, she stared at the ceiling.

She thought… the competition was coming soon; she couldn't stay like this. She had to practice. She had to overcome herself first to have a chance of winning. Everyone must still be practicing right now. Thinking of this, Minako felt restless. Minako suddenly jumped out of bed and took off her school uniform.

Wearing only her underwear, Minako stood up straight and took deep breaths; she was going to do her pre-workout warm-up exercises in her room.

Minako's room was on the second floor, with a south-facing window offering a view of the scenery.
You can see out from inside the room, and you can see in from outside. Minako's house is a detached house on the second floor, and there are houses with the same structure across the road.

One of the windows was slightly opened, and a boy poked his head out. He immediately pulled back, because he saw Minako exercising in her underwear. The boy quickly closed the window and hurriedly went to get his beloved SLR camera. He attached the telephoto lens and fixed the camera on a tripod.

The distance from the boy's window to Minako's room was about fifteen meters. Looking through the telescope, you could clearly see Minako in her underwear.

Unaware that someone was spying on her with binoculars, Minako prepared to take off her bra and put on a bodysuit. When she unhooked the back hook, the bra immediately fell off, revealing her almost transparent, snow-white breasts. These were virgin breasts that no one in the world had ever touched.

She threw the bra on the bed, and then peeled off her panties like peeling a layer of skin from a peach. Minako's buttocks weren't particularly full, but they were still very sexy. She took out her practice bodysuit from the closet and put it on. Because she was in her own room, she wasn't wearing a bra.

She placed one leg on the windowsill and began doing stretching exercises.

One…two…three…, one…two…three… Leaning her upper body back to its limit, then bending forward. As she practiced the flaws Kazama had pointed out in the gym, Minako remembered the feel of Kazama's fingers.

That's right, it was Kazama-sensei's fingers that touched me there. I felt a numbing sensation, a sense of fear, yet also a feeling of pleasure… An inexplicable surge of sensation coursed through her body, and she passed out… Unconsciously, Minako began to caress the places Kazama had touched during practice. From her breasts through her tight-fitting clothes, then around her navel, the curve from her waist to her buttocks, and finally, her moist vulva… When her fingers moved from her pubic bone to her clitoris, Minako let out a soft cry and collapsed onto the bed. She felt her breathing quicken, and an itching sensation spread through her body. It was as if there was an unbearable unease.

"Kazama-sensei…" Minako involuntarily uttered the name of the man she admired.
This passion, suppressed by reason, began to run wild. The summer sun was slanting, but it streamed into Minako's bed through the south-facing window.

A desire arose in Minako's mind to masturbate naked in the sunlit room.
Her mother was out; no one was home… She wanted to masturbate freely in the room with the window open.

Minako writhes on the bed, removing her sweat-soaked bodysuit. Completely naked, Minako felt an overwhelming sense of openness and shame, trembling with excitement. Minako was going to perform a masturbation act. She loved this feeling of self-performance. She

wasn't without guilt about masturbation, yet she also had the thought that it was wrong for a sixteen-year-old girl to masturbate. Some of her classmates openly discussed masturbation methods. Minako intentionally avoided that topic, feeling shame and believing that such a pleasurable secret shouldn't be spoken aloud.

Minako wasn't a girl who masturbated every day, but she would masturbate two or three nights a month when she couldn't sleep.

Now, masturbating naked in the sunlight, pleasure preceded guilt. A strong itching sensation ran through her lower body, and she involuntarily clutched her breasts.

"Kazama-sensei..." Minako called out the man's name. As

the camera shutter pointed directly at Minako on the bed, the boy pressed the shutter with trembling hands.

Click! Click! Click!

I can't believe I've had such a good opportunity. Finally, I succeeded. This is the first time that girl has come back so early. And she's so boldly naked; I'm sure I can get the best photos. I must submit this photo to a magazine.

This was such a daring posture! Such a cute and innocent girl, masturbating with the window open… The boy, peeking through the window, pulled down his pants and began rubbing his penis. To him, the girl didn't seem to be indulging in pleasure, but rather enduring immense pain. He had peeked into girls' rooms before, seeing them undress or put on clothes, but this was the first time he'd witnessed masturbation.

Clatter…clatter…God! Please don't let her find out I'm watching. And please don't let her stop masturbating.

And don't close the window to protect the secret… The boy prayed to a god he had never seen or believed in, his hand still gripping his penis tightly.

Like waves constantly crashing on the shore, Minako's desire grew increasingly intense. When reason made her feel ashamed, the intense desire overwhelmed reason. Minako closed her eyes tightly and extended her loving tongue to lick her slender white fingers. Sometimes she kissed them, sometimes she deeply inserted them into her mouth to suckle.

Soon, her saliva-covered fingers moved to her nipples, and the small nipples became erect.
"Ah…ah…" A moan escaped Minako's lips.

As her fingers pinched her nipples, pleasure spread throughout her body, centered on the nipples.
"This finger is Kazama-sensei's finger, the finger a man uses to caress me..." Minako chanted in her mind like a mantra, moistening her dry fingers with her mouth.

This time, she reached for her mons pubis, where the pubic hair was very sparse. For a moment, Minako hesitated whether to touch her most sensitive spot. The moment she touched it, she experienced pleasure several times stronger than her nipples.

Minako rubbed her clitoris; she knew she could get indescribable intense pleasure there.

Today, she wanted even stronger pleasure, something impossible to achieve with her past methods.
She wanted to insert her hand, but couldn't; Minako had never had such an experience before. Her clitoris
overflowed with nectar, and as her fingers slid between her legs, her body went numb. All she wanted now was for a man to hold her tightly in his strong arms. Just then, for some unknown reason, Minako suddenly jumped off the bed, naked. She rummaged through her sports bag.

Minako lay back down on the bed. Minako stroked the vibrating rod with both hands, then suddenly put it in her mouth and sucked on it.

For Minako, this was oral sex practice; she had never licked a man's genitals before.
She knew that such caresses were common during intercourse and had seen similar photos. However, she didn't know how to use her tongue.

This was, of course, Minako's first time using such a tool. She desperately wanted to master oral sex, hoping to receive praise from her lover and bring him joy.

As a virgin, Minako didn't yet know how to please a man, but at this moment, she was thinking about the lewd behavior she had witnessed last night with Coach Emi and Teacher Kazama.

Late at night in the physical education room, Kazama and Emi's bestial acts, especially their bizarre positions—Emi holding Kazama's penis in her mouth—had all been witnessed by Minako with wide eyes.

Now, Minako desperately wanted to imitate Emi's actions. How could she become such a seductive woman?

Would Teacher Kazama treat her like a child and ignore her? What would Teacher Kazama think of her? Am I not sexy enough...? Of course, compared to Coach Emi, my body isn't as voluptuous, and my breasts are smaller... As long as Kazama-sensei teaches me well, I'm sure I can become a sexy woman too.

Minako thought, feeling uneasy. To dispel this unease, she practiced oral sex even more enthusiastically with the vibrator. But a fake is still fake; no matter how hard you try, you can't make it real. Minako spat the vibrator out of her mouth and slid the rounded end between her legs. Because her clitoris was overflowing with nectar, the vibrator made a lewd sound when it pressed against her opening.

"Ah..." Minako couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. Before she knew it, Minako's thighs were spread wide, assuming a position to receive a man. Her wet vulva was facing the sunlight streaming through the window.

The boy who had been secretly filming Minako masturbating had just changed the film, his brow beaded with sweat. This constant peeping felt like a form of asceticism, because he didn't know when this drama would end. The boy's erect penis was already aching with excitement.

The boy, who was pressing the shutter with his right hand and rubbing his penis with his left, suddenly drooled nervously because Minako suddenly assumed a doggy-style position, her buttocks facing directly at him. Now, everything was clearly visible. The boy knew he had reached his limit of restraint and pressed the shutter button one last time.

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