Female teacher in school uniform

"It looks like it's going to rain!" The view outside the window suddenly turned dark. Just moments ago, the early summer sun was shining brightly, and even with the window open, it was still hot and sweaty. A distant rumble of thunder echoed.

Nanami Yoko's eyes left her textbook, and she slowly pulled out her chair and stood up. She walked to the window and gazed at the sky outside. On the school's sports field, a group of track and field students were shouting and training in formation.

"Miss Nanami, it looks like it's going to rain. We might get soaked by the time school ends..." Her second-year homeroom teacher, English teacher Shimojima Reiko, told Nanami Yoko from behind.

"Ah, but I've only prepared a small portion of the lessons..."

"It's exhausting. I remember now, when I first started my teaching internship, I was teaching a senior girls' class.

"But when I stood on the podium, my face turned bright red, and I didn't even know what I was saying to the students!"

"I've already taught two lessons today... My hand holding the chalk is trembling, and although I try to calm myself down, the thought of all those eyes watching me..." said Nanyouzi.

At that moment, a male teacher said, "I'm leaving now!" and left the research office.

Besides Nanyouzi and the English teacher, Shimojima Reiko, there were three other teachers left in the research office.

Finally, it started to rain. The students on the playground all ran into the track and field club room next to the gymnasium.

Thick gray clouds obscured the sky, and the thunder grew louder and closer. The other teachers turned on their lights.

"It's raining!" Reiko Shimojima said as she closed the window. Yoko followed suit.

The clock on the wall read 5:30. School ended at 5:45.

"Sorry, I have to go now!" Reiko Shimojima returned to her seat and began tidying her desk.

Yoko returned to her seat two desks away from Reiko Shimojima.

The physical education teacher, Yoshio Nagura, stood behind Yoko Minami, patted her shoulder, leaned down to look at her face, and asked, "How's it going? Two days of internship, getting used to it?"

This physical education teacher was about 1.8 meters tall, muscular, and had a robust physique. However, Yoko didn't have a good impression of Nagura. He also served as a student counselor. She only observed two students and felt they were all afraid of and disliked him.

However, Nakura's hand remained on Nanami Yoko's shoulder. Through Yoko's shirt, one could clearly sense her extreme thinness.

"Oh! How should I put it? My legs are still shaking after only two days of internship!" Nanami Yoko said.

"However, it seems the students are quite interested in Miss Nanami!" Nakura said.

"Is that so?"

Yoko tried to avoid Nakura's hand on her shoulder, and she slowly swayed her body, causing Nakura's hand to slide down her back.

"Especially the male students, they all get uneasy when they see a teacher as young as Ms. Minami!"

"Wow! Professor Nagakura! I bet you also have feelings for Ms. Minami!" Reiko Shimojima said with a hint of sarcasm. Nagakura

withdrew his hand from Minami's body.

"Professor Shimojima, you're newly married and in the throes of passion with your husband, aren't you? At my age, I've already lost interest in my wife! How wonderful it would be to have a young and vibrant woman like Ms. Minami!"

Nagakura shook Yoko's shoulder again before walking towards a corner of the research office. He picked up the microphone and announced to the students remaining on campus that it was almost time to leave school.

"It's a really annoying thing. Minami, you'd better be careful around those students! They'll cause trouble soon!"

"Ah..." Yoko glanced sideways at Nagakura. He had already gone to Minami's seat and started smoking.

The rain was getting heavier, the raindrops pattering against the windows, a sound that could be heard even inside the research office.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, a sharp, pale light flashed across the campus, and the air inside the research office trembled slightly.

"It's raining harder, everyone, I'm leaving now!" Shimojima Reiko jogged out of the research office.

Yoko was still hunched over her desk preparing her lesson. She was starting to prepare for tomorrow's class.

Yosuke Kagawa, who had been mentoring Yoko for two weeks, went to the school's education committee as soon as class ended. He instructed Yoko to organize and summarize her reflections on the day's teaching and place them on his desk.

Yoko suddenly remembered Otsu Masahiko. A surge of heat rose in her chest,

and Otsu's face flashed into her mind. "I won't see you for two weeks," Otsu murmured, holding Yoko tightly in his arms three nights ago. He had even bitten and sucked on her ear.

Her breasts, beneath her blouse, felt swollen, and her nipples began to itch. Her legs were crossed and pressed tightly together under the table. Her thick thighs felt numb and tingly.

The school janitor, Watanabe Hiroji, entered. He was a man nearing seventy, with graying hair.

"Ms. Minami, the principal wants to see you."

"Is it me?"

"Yes! The chairman is with him too."

Yoko could easily guess what the chairman was planning next, having deliberately left him and Yoko at the restaurant.

"Principal, don't leave!" Yoko tried to call out to the principal, but the words didn't come out; her eyes were moist and alluring.

"Looks like a typhoon's brewing... Hey, Ms. Minami!" the chairman said.

"No, I've had enough to drink, and I'm about to excuse myself..." Yoko said.

"Don't worry about the rain, I'll drive you home!"

"No, I've really drunk too much!" "

Then, you drink with me, just let me drink..." The chairman's eyes gleamed as he downed his drink in one gulp, his wrist still wrapped around Yoko's neck.

"Please don't do this!" Yoko instinctively trembled, trying to escape the chairman's grip, shaking her upper body.

But Chairman Hisamitsu continued gulping down his drink, then pounced on Yoko, kissing her red lips and pouring his sticky substance into her mouth. Their bodies were tightly intertwined as they collapsed beside the table.

Yoko swallowed the wine mixed with sticky saliva, and for a moment, everything went blank, her consciousness blurring.

Her school skirt was lifted, revealing her full thighs and legs clad in pants, shimmering in the dim fluorescent light.

"Don't be so scared. You'll be a teacher at our school next year. Yes, a school with beautiful teachers will be even more famous..." Hisamitsu said smugly.

The chairman again forced Yoko to drink, the sticky liquid sliding down her throat and into her stomach.

Her stiff body immediately felt a burning excitement. Yoko's body became weak and powerless, her wrists limply extending, her breasts, encased in her school uniform, rising and falling.

Hisamitsu's hand combed through Yoko's forehead hair, the skin between her hairlines further arousing the man's desire. Hisamitsu's lips kissed Yoko's forehead, his tongue licking it, and Yoko closed her eyes and shook her head. The chairman licked her brow, sucking on her eyelids, using his tongue to pry open Yoko's eyelids, directly touching her eyeballs.

"Ah, ah..." Yoko groaned softly, but her voice was even softer than before; something gel-like seemed to have dissolved into her retina, making her feel uncomfortable, and Yoko moved her upper body away from the chairman's tongue.

The chairman's tongue then licked her other eye, using his fingers to pry open the eyelid and lick her eyeball.

"Stop licking me..." Yoko cried out. The hot breath from the chairman's nostrils made her feel unbearably itchy. His nose, cheeks, ears—Yoko's face was relentlessly licked by the chairman, leaving her face covered in sticky saliva, and her slender neck felt sticky too.

The chairman stroked her breasts through her school uniform, her elastic breasts being pressed against him with varying pressure.

Despite the terror of being sexually assaulted by a man, Yoko's body felt comfortable, experiencing waves of pleasure from the chairman's tongue teasing her. The tips of her nipples stung, like being electrocuted, and sparks flew deep within her lower abdomen.

"Ah...uh...don't...please stop!" Yoko cried weakly. Each time the chairman kissed her, she would arch her body and twist slightly.

She raised her chin, leaned back, her forehead furrowed slightly, her tightly closed eyes blinked, hot breath escaped from her half-open mouth, veins bulged in her neck, and her face was flushed.

Squeak, squeak—Yoko's fingernails gripped the tatami mat, while the chairman's tongue continued its relentless assault. Powerless to resist, Yoko was truly angry now.

Only the sound of rain outside echoed in her ears, and her mind and body felt as if they were being swept away by a flood…

Yoko's school skirt was lifted, her pantyhose and underwear were torn off, and the chairman bent Yoko's full, tightly closed thighs, beginning to roughly entangle her. The lust of this womanizing chairman, Hisamitsu, was aroused. After feasting his eyes on Yoko's skirt, his lecherous eyes were fixed on her young breasts. Her school skirt was pulled up to her waist, leaving her lower body exposed.

Although Yoko resisted, this female college student was becoming drunk. The psychological impact of being sexually assaulted and abused began to stir. Her immature body, stepping into this adult world for the first time, seemed hesitant.

A horrifying, lewd grin spread across Chairman Hisamitsu's fat, oily face. He watched Yoko's contorted, pained expression, his eyes gleaming with lust. His large, bony hands caressed Yoko's lower abdomen.

"Ah, ah..." Yoko murmured, unable to speak, as she slid upwards again.

Yoko's flat lower abdomen bulged. From any angle, her belly seemed to protrude high. Below Yoko's hill, a young spring gushed forth from the grassy ground. Along the valley floor grew a patch of oval-shaped grass, its tips intertwined, still glistening with damp dew.

"The meadow of young women is truly beautiful! A body as beautiful as Yoko's contains the essence that can make a man young again." Chairman Hisamitsu didn't call her by her name, but simply by her beautiful name, "Yoko." He was confident that he could hold Yoko in the palm of his hand.

Hisamitsu's fingers moved between Yoko's legs, while his other hand removed her school uniform, caressing her full breasts, his fingertips playing with her pink nipples. Yoko's body rose and fell, like a white worm dug out of the soil, constantly tumbling and rolling.

"No, this is too stimulating, no! I have to calm down! I... I'm drunk, you got me drunk with drinks that aren't suitable for me..." Yoko cried out incoherently.

When Hisamitsu's fingers touched the cleft between her legs, she felt a tingling sensation, as if deliberately enticing the man's fingers, the entrance to her pubic garden immediately contracted. Deep within the cleft of Yoko's lower abdomen, she felt the muscles stirring, spurting out something hot, clear nectar sticking to the chairman's fingers, even pulling out a thin strand of sticky fluid.

"Ah...uh...please, don't...stop!" Yoko's voice disappeared into the sound of rain. Hisamitsu's fingertips parted Yoko's valley, digging out the flower bud hidden deep within the cleft like peeling a bean pod. The clitoris, exposed from the center of the ring-shaped cleft, was a pale pink color. It trembled pitifully, as if being tormented by a demon. The chairman's fingertips caressed the protruding clitoris, and Yoko's body suddenly sprang up as if springy, her chest swelling, her pink nipples erect from the stimulation.

"The bud is fresh. Older women don't react much when touched by men. But Miss Yoko trembles all over with just a slight touch. Look, here..." Hisamitsu gently flicked the bud, and Yoko's body arched back sharply.

"Ugh... ugh..." Yoko cried out like a pigeon. From deep within her throat, hot breaths continuously escaped, and nectar was squeezed from the depths of her pubic area, flowing down between her legs...

Hisamitsu lowered his face, licking the sweet spring flowing from her vulva, his fingers kneading and stimulating the clitoris.

"The most beautiful alkaline taste, women of this age are at their best. Older women have a strong cheese flavor, mmm..." The chairman's tongue licked intensely along the crevice of her flesh, and at this moment, Yoko also bent her body faster.

The chairman spread Yoko's thighs wide, peeking at the fleshy petals, which were trembling slightly. The chairman's thick tongue went into the crevice, sucking and licking, making a "squeaking" sound. Yoko was really worried that he would suck out even her internal organs. She felt as if her lower abdomen was melting, and she felt her love juices overflowing...

She suddenly felt that she might die like this! If she could really die, that would be good. Rather than being played with by men like this, perhaps dying would feel like happiness! Her consciousness became blurred. She felt her whole body burning, a thin membrane covering her vision, her body floating lightly, as if she were riding the clouds.

Hisamitsu's fingers dug into the sweet spring, teasing the pubic hair, rubbing against the fleshy walls deep within her womb. Yoko returned from her dream to reality. Now she felt as if she had reached the summit of a mountain. In sync with the man's fingers, her breathing became rapid, and her breasts hardened. When the clitoris inside her pubic bone was caressed, she immediately felt the urge to urinate.

"Ah, ah... I'm peeing, let me into the bathroom... quick! The bathroom..." Yoko cried out, but her words were incoherent.

Yoko lay on her back, her head touching her ankles, her body arched like a bridge. Her hands gripped the tatami mat, struggling to maintain her balance while moaning like a pigeon. The chairman changed his finger movements, like a piston, his fingers sliding in and out of her vulva, kneading the pink clitoris, which swayed and appeared and disappeared. "

Ugh, ugh, ugh..." Yoko's urge to urinate grew stronger. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, her thighs convulsing, stiff as iron.

"Ah, the dew is overflowing..." The chairman pressed down hard on Yoko's mons pubis, his fingers penetrating the deepest part of her lower abdomen. Hot, sticky fluid oozed from the crack, emitting a foul odor that assaulted Hisamitsu's nostrils. Yoko's foot shot out, kicking the edge of the table. With a clatter, the sake bottle rolled across the table, finally settling at Hisamitsu's feet.

The room filled with the stench of alcohol. As the spilled liquor soaked the chairman's socks, he began to unbuckle his belt, taking the opportunity to pull down his trousers. Hisamitsu assumed an indecent position, his fat-covered lower body exposed.

The chairman's groin was burning with desire; a thick patch of stiff pubic hair stood erect, his lecherous member pointing straight up. Hisamitsu gripped his own member, rubbing it against Yoko's genitals.

Just then, the phone in the corner of the room rang, its ringing echoing throughout the room, vibrating the stagnant, warm air.

"Damn it, of all times, the phone had to come at this time!" Chairman Hisamitsu blurted out, his fingers probing wildly at Yoko's lower abdomen, continuing to vigorously tease her vulva to prevent her desire from cooling, before grabbing the phone.

Yoko couldn't hear the ringing anymore; she had been completely lost in the chairman's caresses, her body curled up in a ball, consumed by lust. She threw her head back, panting heavily, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, pupils disappearing beneath her eyelids.

The call was from Principal Daiuchi.

"Almost done! Hey, listen to her smug moans, she's a pretty good girl, with a little training she'll be even better!" Hisamitsu finished speaking and pressed the phone receiver to Yoko's mouth.

"Ah...ah...uh~" Yoko shook her head. Her permed, wavy hair was now disheveled.

"Chairman..." Principal Ouchi gasped, imagining the chairman and Yoko entwined at this moment, and his heart fluttered.

"Let's start making love now, can you listen one more time?" the chairman shouted.

"Yes, sir—see you later!" Principal Ouchi said.

"Okay, goodbye!" Hisamitsu slammed the phone down. Then his hand caressed Yoko's breasts.

"Hey, Yoko, let's have some fun. Don't hold back, you should moan loudly..."

Hisamitsu knelt between Yoko's legs, holding up his undignified member, folding Yoko's body in half and inserting it.

"Ah..." Yoko cried out in a drawn-out voice, her blood rushing through her body, her whole body trembling with excitement. When the chairman penetrated her deeply, Yoko felt a certain pressure, and her consciousness became blurred...

Hisamitsu carefully observed the expression on Yoko's face, his waist thrusting violently up and down. He was already flushed with excitement, his eyebrows dancing, his mouth tightly shut, holding his breath. When his undignified member vibrated inside the woman's body, in that instant, he also stopped moving, his upper body falling onto Yoko.

Yoko clung tightly to the chairman's upper body. As her arms, wrapped around his back, gripped his shirt, Chairman Hisamitsu, already at the height of his lust, ejaculated inside her.

Yoko's hand, holding the chalk, trembled slightly.

The students' gazes stung her back, especially the male students' eyes, which, like hungry beasts, stared at her greedily, as if wanting to lick her. Underneath her shirt, she wore only a bra, which cast a shadow on her breasts, barely visible. Yoko thought how much better it would have been if she had worn another shirt underneath; she felt a pang of regret.

This was the fifth class. Last night's torrential rain had brought incredibly good weather today, leaving her feeling like she'd swallowed a lead weight and depressed. This morning, she felt a burning, throbbing sensation in her head. She couldn't even remember what she'd said on the podium.

Last night, she'd been played with and assaulted by Chairman Hisamitsu Takeo at the restaurant. Even after Principal Ouchi Kazunari, who had deliberately avoided the room, returned, Yoko was still in a daze.

To escape the two men, she rushed into the next room, took off her school uniform, and changed into her own skirt. Her skirt was stained with the chairman's semen, and although she was wearing underwear, a lot of Hisamitsu's semen was still flowing between her legs. As she folded the tissues, preparing to wipe herself, the restaurant owner came to call her.

The owner led Yoko to the shower, fully aware of what had just happened. However, she didn't mention it to Yoko.

Yoko found this kind of owner terrifying; the owner told her, "Please go take a shower!"

Yoko had no choice but to go with her!

Studying the school uniform was indeed just an excuse; they wanted to possess her body. When the two men told her to wear the school uniform, she complied without noticing the trap set by the wolves. Perhaps Yoko wanted them to give her more points for her internship! Therefore, Yoko didn't want to offend these two men; she only wanted to leave them with a good impression.

As a result, she had no choice but to drink sake, which she absolutely couldn't drink, and she drank too much.

Yoko took a hot shower, scrubbing herself from head to toe with soap and rubbing her body vigorously with a towel until her skin was almost raw. She spent a lot of time cleaning her genitals, and thinking about how she had been deceived by two men, Yoko could

n't help but shed tears. Yoko had considered calling the police, but if she did, everything she had would be destroyed. No, first her family, and even her relatives and friends would become victims!

Yoko inserted her fingers into her private parts, rubbing and scrubbing, trying to thoroughly cleanse herself of the filth Hisamitsu had left inside her.

If she had kept quiet, perhaps what was happening now wouldn't have been such a big deal—this thought suddenly occurred to Yoko. Thinking about this, she understood the psychology of women who had been raped; they all ended up crying and falling asleep. But now, she too was beginning to think about swallowing her anger. It was a terrifying experience, so she had to try to forget it.

Yoko continued showering while crying.

The female employer was a little uneasy. After Yoko had showered for thirty or forty minutes, she peeked at her.

Yoko returned to the room where she had been drinking and was again urged to drink by the two men. After just a shower, her drunkenness quickly subsided. Perhaps after experiencing humiliation once, Yoko had developed some kind of immunity; she wasn't as terrified or nervous as before. Yoko only wanted to get a passing grade on her educational internship.

This time, it was Chairman Hisamitsu's turn to say he was going to take a shower and leave. Yoko knew the chairman was lying. However, she couldn't handle what would happen after Hisamitsu left.

Drunk, Yoko was taken to the next room and embraced by Principal Ouchi on the bed. She threw herself into his arms like a doll, but eventually broke down in sobs. The lingering effects of the chairman's assault aroused her again. When the principal penetrated her from behind, she made a sound like a wild animal, swaying her naked body.

After the act, she was made to drink with two men.

In the pouring rain, the two beastly men hailed a taxi to take her home, arriving after 11 PM.

Yoko was even angrier than before, and her tears had dried up. She couldn't sleep even after crawling into bed, cursing the two men. Her cursing only aroused her, and the memory of being sexually assaulted by the men stirred her blood and aroused her desire.

(Since you've already raped me, go ahead and dismember me. Why not just cut me into pieces, rendering my genitals unusable? Wouldn't that be better?)

Unconsciously, Yoko reached into her underwear and stimulated her vagina. Her anger finally exploded.

(It would be better to make it unusable! Arousal is no good! It would be better if it bled!) — Yoko mumbled these indistinctly to herself as she ran her fingers around her vaginal opening and scratched the deep folds of her lower abdomen. Her masturbation was finally unrelated to being raped; she felt her body burning with desire.

She fell asleep just before dawn, engrossed in finger masturbation until she was completely exhausted.

She was woken by her mother. If her mother hadn't woken her, she would have been late for school.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin rough and wrinkled, and it even looked like it had sores. Therefore, she had to put on heavy makeup.

As she entered the school, she was mindful of the stares of those around her, feeling adrift and uneasy.

Director Hisamitsu always arrived at school in the afternoon, and while Principal Ouchi Kazunari usually made appearances in the research office, today he remained hidden in his office, refusing to come out.

(Perhaps the principal has realized his crime of insulting the teaching interns! Therefore, he is ashamed to see me and is hiding in his office; that must be it.)

Yoko thought to herself. She didn't want to see the principal's face either; if she did, she would inevitably be consumed by rage. She suddenly touched her chest, trying to calm herself.

Yoko had two classes in the morning and one in the afternoon—her assigned teaching internship for the day.

Yoko turned around at the podium, and all the students' eyes turned to her. She gasped, wanting to hug her chest; she felt as if she were standing naked on the podium, filled with shame and humiliation.

At the back door of the classroom, Yoko's tutor, Yosuke Kagawa, sat listening to the lesson. Mr. Kagawa had transferred from another school the year Yoko entered high school, and thus, Yoko had received two years of his instruction.

Mr. Kagawa wore a light brown short-sleeved shirt, sitting with his legs crossed. Wearing thick glasses, his small eyes behind the lenses were fixed on Yoko as he lectured.

"The main points I just covered can be summarized as follows," Yoko said, putting down the chalk. Yoko's eyes met Kagawa-sensei's. As her gaze fell upon the podium, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

The tension in the classroom seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sudden burst of noise that spread outwards.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson!" Yoko said.

The class monitor gave the command, and all the students stood and bowed to the teacher.

Yoko, textbook in hand, walked down the corridor. She felt tired, as if carrying a heavy load on her shoulders, her whole body feeling sluggish.

"Teacher, please teach us third-year students!" Three students approached her, blocking her path. Yoko, who was 1.65 meters tall, looked up at the three boys.

A strong odor of male body odor wafted towards her.

"Hey, teacher! If you can't teach our class, please have lunch with us!"

"I'm sorry, I teach second-year students. You're all about to take your university entrance exams, I'm not qualified to teach you!"

"Well, chatting is fine too, we want to hear about all aspects of university life!"

Three male students surrounded Yoko, each taller than her, looking down at her. A female student walked by, and one of the boys even reached out and lifted her skirt.

"Ugh! Indecent!" A round, childish-looking female student, short in stature, probably a first or second-year student, glared at the boy and ran away.

"You're making indecent jokes!" Yoko said.

"It's so much fun making these girls scream! Want to try it, teacher?"

"Please don't joke around!" Yoko said, walking past the male students in front of her.

"So prim and proper!"

"You can do it when you have free time!" Yoko felt a little scared. But she remained calm and waved to them.

She returned to the staff office. As soon as she reached her seat, Yosuke Kagawa, who had returned to the office earlier, stood beside her.

"You're quite impressive as an intern! Those students are starting to take an interest in you today, aren't they? They're both scared and obedient!" Kagawa said.

"My heart was pounding the whole time I stood on the podium. Honestly, I don't even know what I was saying!" Yoko said.

"No, no! Perhaps it's impolite of me to say this, but I know that Ms. Minami was quite well-behaved in high school. Compared to your student days, you're completely like a teacher now."

At that moment, the physical education teacher, Yoshio Nagura, entered. He was dressed in sportswear, and his expression was strange.

"What is it?" Kagawa asked him.

"As usual, all the students are drawing figure paintings, their minds are blank, they can't hear anything. Ms. Minami, I've reminded you repeatedly to pay attention to those students. These guys' eyes light up when they see a vibrant female college student..." Nagura walked past the two of them, his face full of anger, his steps heavy, and went to his seat.

"What happened between you and the students?" Yoko asked Kagawa in a low voice.

"Something always happens. Even if you keep a close eye on the students, you'll still encounter some who resist!" As Kagawa said this, Yoko immediately recalled the scene of the three male students surrounding her in the hallway earlier. It

was already the sixth period of the day. Yoko didn't have any classes. After the sixth period, she was going to tutor the second-year class, taught by Kagawa Yosuke, for extracurricular review.

She went to the restroom and then went to check on the school grounds.

"Ah, ah..." Yoko yawned. She stretched her arms behind the school building, taking deep breaths.

It seemed there were no students having physical education class at this time. Not a single student was in sight. The sound of students singing drifted from the music room, carried by the gentle breeze across the campus.

Next to the school grounds was a row of small rooms belonging to the sports department, resembling a large tenement courtyard, with several doors.

Yoko stood at one end of the row, her eyes fixed on the badminton practice room where she had studied at her alma mater. Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Just as she was about to go closer to take a look, she heard a faint sound coming from the very back of the badminton room.

Who could be there at this hour? It was during class time; surely no students were there!

At the far end of the badminton room, there was a reinforced concrete partition wall, about five meters long.

Yoko felt a little flustered; her heart was pounding. She held her breath, trying to hear what was going on.

She couldn't make out the conversation, but it was definitely someone talking. This must be some random person unrelated to the school sneaking into the badminton room!

The students' chorus could still be heard, but Yoko's ears paid no heed. The air around the campus seemed frozen, and Yoko shivered.

She cautiously peeked into the badminton room. Her breasts stiffened.

"Ah?!" Yoko exclaimed involuntarily. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to back away, but it was too late.

Two male students were hiding there, squatting like they were defecating, secretly smoking. One of them, upon realizing Yoko was spying, sprang to his feet like a bull, grabbed her ankle, and dragged her into the badminton room.

"What do you want to do? Ugh..." Yoko's neck was grabbed, and her mouth was covered with a hand. Yoko desperately scratched at the two students with her nails, twisting and struggling.

"You're an intern, right... be quiet!" One of the male students standing in front of her threw his cigarette butt at his feet and stomped on it with his leather shoe.

Both male students were around 1.8 meters tall. They had both taken off their school uniforms, wearing only shirts.

"Don't be so talkative!" The student standing in front of Yoko reached inside her shirt and grabbed her breast. In that instant, the male student's eyes were filled with lust.

"Let go... ugh..." One of Yoko's heels came off, and she fell to the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to calm down?!" Yoko's breasts were being pinched and squeezed by the male student, her upper body burning with pain.

"Hey, next year, to stop this beauty Yoko from screaming, let's have sex with her right here!"

"Won't that be inappropriate? Doing that kind of thing..."

"Anyway, she came to me herself, so I have to seal her mouth with my body. Besides, I haven't tasted a woman's flesh in so long, my little brother is practically crying with impatience!" said the boy pinching Yoko's breasts.

Yoko's mouth was gagged, and her neck was tightly embraced by the male student's arms. Yoko saw stars, her whole body was weak and powerless, and her originally fair face was flushed red. Yoko's top was unbuttoned at the chest, and her bra was pushed up to her neck.

"Takeshi, are you sure this is alright?" A male student named Minami, who was holding Yoko's neck, asked softly.

"Are you scared? Things have come to this point, and you're guilty too!" Takeshi sucked on Yoko's breast, his tongue licking the nipple haphazardly.

"Aren't these beautiful breasts? Have you ever had sex with a man?" Takeshi vigorously rubbed Yoko's other nipple. Every time he grabbed Yoko's nipple, she felt a dull pain.

"Fine, if that's the case, then I'll have sex with her too!" Minami loosened his grip on Yoko's neck, and Yoko's knees suddenly bent, causing her to fall and slip off her other high heel.

"I wanted to drag her into the badminton club's little room, but the door was locked, damn it! Hey, next year,

open the gymnastics mat here and let her lie on it."

Next year, following Takeshi's orders, opened the gymnastics mat, revealing its cotton filling. It was still damp from last night's rain.

"Your clothes are dirty, that'll be terrible. Take off all your clothes!" Takeshi said.

"Please let me go. If someone sees us, your mistake will be irreversible," Yoko said.

"Ugh, you, the teacher, seduced us first. Of course, we students also want women. You should know we experience sexual frustration. Helping us students resolve our sexual anxiety is also a teacher's job!"

"That's outrageous..." Yoko resisted.

"If you yell and scream and someone sees you, you'll be even more ashamed than us!" Wu Zhi said.

Yangzi was stripped naked by two male students. Perhaps due to the chilly, sunless weather, Yangzi was shivering. Her clothes were crumpled into a ball and placed against the wall of the badminton room. Yangzi's shoulders were pressed down, and she lay sprawled on the gymnastics mat. Her back was pressed against the mat, and her body was sinking.

A chill ran through her; she turned pale with fright, her whole body trembling.

Wu Zhi pulled down the zipper of his pants and pulled out his erect penis. Although his penis was erect, his experience with women was still superficial; he was still a greenhorn, too inexperienced to even engage in flirting before wanting to immediately mount her.

"Next year, let me go first!" Wu Zhi raised an eyebrow, his lips tightly pressed together, desperately suppressing the urge to ejaculate. He parted Yangzi's thighs, ready to thrust in immediately.

"Ugh..." A sharp pain assaulted Yangzi's body; she desperately tried to push away Wu Zhi's shoulders pressing against her. Perhaps her vagina had been chafed from last night's intense sex; Yangzi was in extreme pain.

Wu Zhi swayed his hips; his penis felt almost nothing during penetration, just like masturbation, a simple, linear thrusting. Next year, he also took off his pants, spread his legs, grasped his erect penis, and leaned back.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Yoko's face was twisted, she only felt a burning sensation in her lower body, without any pleasure.

A woman's body needs considerable foreplay and caressing. Only this kind of foreplay and caressing can arouse a woman's sexual arousal and make her lower body lubricated. But Takeshi's thrusting movements remained unchanged. When his uterus was pressed down, Yoko only felt a stinging pain and numbness in her back.

Next year, he just tilted his head back, his fingers holding his penis and masturbating, Yoko's eyes blurry as she saw his lower body.

"Ugh..." Takeshi's upper body pressed down on Yoko's body, his hands wrapped around Yoko's neck, his shoulders pressing against her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. She felt his penis throbbing against her lower abdomen, and sticky semen shot out inside her.

"I...can't take it anymore!" Minoru screamed. But he still held onto his penis, and his semen shot out in a parabolic arc, hitting Takeshi, who was hugging Yoko at his feet, on the back of his head, slowly dripping onto Takeshi's black hair.

Takeshi got up. The overflowing semen slid down Yoko's cleavage, even staining the gymnastics mat with a sticky mess.

"Idiot! It's been so long since we've had sex, you came in a flash!" Takeshi said defiantly.

He pulled his shirt sleeve out of his pants to wipe his penis.

Minoru put his pants back on. Both of them were still panting nervously.

"Hey, hurry up and put your clothes back on!" Takeshi placed the crumpled shirt on Yoko's full breasts.

Yoko slowly got up, her throat making a gurgling sound; she couldn't speak. She was afraid her facial expression had changed, and if she didn't quickly redo her makeup, the other staff and teachers at school might think she was acting strangely! Just as Yoko suddenly remembered these things, Takeshi grabbed her underwear from her chest and said,

"We'll keep your underwear for you. If you want it back, you'll have to have sex with us again. We'll contact you later!" After saying this, Takeshi held Yoko's underwear to his nose, sniffing it repeatedly.

As soon as Takeshi and the two students left, Yoko quickly put her clothes back on. Since she didn't have underwear, she simply put on her socks. As she zipped up her short skirt, the semen that had accumulated on her lower abdomen slid out, flowing onto her silk stockings and then down her thighs.

If she didn't wash herself quickly, she might get pregnant! A wave of terror washed over her.

(Oh, Masahiko-kun, what should I do? Please help me!) Yoko called out Otsu Masahiko's name, a handsome man's image flashing in her mind.

She entered the school building; it was still during class time, and the corridors were deserted.

The semen had already reached her knees. She went into the restroom, and standing in front of the mirror, Yoko trembled uncontrollably. The woman reflected in the mirror was a bloodless doll, with a paste-like substance at the corner of her mouth.

Yoko rubbed her face with both hands, feeling incredulous at what she was doing. Her face was covered in a slippery substance, and a pungent stench, similar to raw chestnuts, filled her nostrils.

"Ah…help…" Yoko muttered to herself again.

She thought to herself, if anyone found out, she would go crazy; she would faint!

She stared at her reflection in the mirror through her fingers. The image in the mirror also showed someone covering their face with their hands, staring at her through their fingers.

"Haha…uh…" A wave of sorrow washed over her. She tried to force a smile, to laugh from the depths of her heart. Perhaps after laughing, she could forget all the unpleasant things.

She removed her hands from her face, her palms sticky with a slippery liquid.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Yoko stiffened instinctively and turned off the tap in the sink.

The noise from the hallway flowed behind her.

She washed her face, not caring that she'd washed off her makeup and gotten her hair wet. Water splashed onto her coat.

Hearing footsteps, Yoko pushed open the door to the last stall. She looked inside and realized it wasn't a toilet, but a storeroom with cleaning supplies. Students were entering the restroom. But Yoko didn't have time to hide in the stall. She didn't want to see anyone, so she quickly hid

behind the door of the cleaning supplies storeroom.

As she closed the door, students stood in front of the toilet stall door, only three stalls away from the convenience store where Yoko was hiding. They heard a loud bang—the sound of the wooden stall door closing.

Yoko clutched her chest tightly, holding her breath, afraid to make a sound. More female students entered. The sounds of doors closing and running water mingled together.

The restroom immediately returned to silence, like the receding tide.

Yoko glanced at her watch. In ten minutes, she would be going to her first-grade, second-class tutoring session. Before that, she absolutely had to put on some makeup. She rolled up her skirt to her waist, pulled down her pantyhose, and noticed something unpleasant between her legs—a residue of semen. Most of that boy named Takeshi's semen had probably leaked out. Yoko couldn't leave the restroom.

There was nothing to wipe herself with. Yoko could only crumple her pantyhose into a ball and use it to wipe her pubic area. She laboriously twisted her body, inserting her fingers into her slit, focusing all her attention on her genitals.

Yoko thought how great it would be if she had brought a portable basin. At the same time, she wondered if she was having inappropriate thoughts, or if she was acting a little strange.

"Ah!" Yoko heard a groan coming from a toilet stall, startling her so much her heart nearly stopped.

"Ah, ah, oh... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

The woman's groans came from the next stall. This woman hadn't realized Yoko was hiding in the storeroom. She thought no one was there, and she was just masturbating alone in her stall!

Yoko listened intently to the sounds from next door.

"Ah, ah, deeper..." A warm breath passed by her feet, and she could clearly hear the sound of penetration.

It must be someone using a plastic dildo to masturbate. Even female students masturbate in the bathroom!

Yoko could almost feel her own heart pounding, and she was afraid the female student next door would hear.

Then, a dildo appeared before her eyes, one that her lover, Masahiko Otsu, had bought while drunk. Otsu always insisted Yoko use a plastic dildo. A real dildo finishes, but a dildo doesn't ejaculate. Otsu said he enjoyed watching Yoko's expression of pleasure when she masturbated with the dildo, and had stubbornly insisted she use it.

(Ah, Masahiko-kun! I want to be held by Masahiko.) She felt as if she hadn't been sexually assaulted by a male student, and a heat was rising in her lower abdomen.

"Ah...uh...insert it again...insert it..." The female student was also engrossed in masturbation, the artificial penis seemingly speeding up the thrusting.

Yoko was also aroused. Her pubic area, covered by a skirt and trousers, felt itchy and numb. Yoko really wished the female student next door would finish and leave quickly. Otherwise, Yoko wouldn't make it to her counseling class. Couldn't she do masturbation at home?

Yoko thought about banging on the wall to warn the female student next door to be aware of her presence. Would that be appropriate?

Yoko was about to get angry.

"Ah, so good...I'm going to die...uh..." The female student's moans came from her nostrils.

The bathroom door opened again; the female student next door had probably noticed someone had come in. The female student remained silent.

With a soft "thud," the girl who had been masturbating left. The next girl flushed and left as well. Yoko finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her body relaxed; she felt like she was about to collapse in the storeroom. As

Yoko left the storeroom, her skirt revealing her nakedness, a chill running up her legs from her toes. Yoko threw her crumpled pantyhose into the toilet bowl and flushed it away. She flushed it once, but the pantyhose wouldn't come away; it wasn't until the third flush that they finally disappeared.

Yoko stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She saw that her face was slightly flushed, and there was a faint bruise under her eyes. But she still had to keep a close eye on the students' review.

She brushed her hair aside and went out into the corridor. Students walked back and forth in the corridor.

Yoko's body burned with shame. She hadn't put on makeup. What was even more embarrassing was that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. The students didn't notice any of this, but even so, Yoko still felt as if she were walking naked, and was extremely ashamed. Her thighs were stiff, and her knees trembled and clicked.

Several teachers were resting in the research office, and Yoko kept an eye on their eyes.

Yoko opened a cabinet in a corner of the research office and hurriedly put on makeup in front of the mirror on the cabinet door.

"Oh dear! Ms. Minami! What happened to your pantyhose?" Reiko Shimojima stood behind Yoko and whispered in her ear.

"Ah! Huh?!" Yoko was speechless for a moment. She turned around, her expression stiff, her hands trembling.

"My pantyhose are torn..." Yoko said.

"Do you have any spare pantyhose?"

"This..."

"It's alright, I have mine if you don't mind!"

"No, that's too..."

"It's alright! Just use mine! You're worried about the students' eyes if you don't wear pantyhose, aren't you?" Shimojima Reiko said.

Shimojima Reiko took out a brand new pair of pantyhose from her drawer and quietly handed them to Yoko. Whether she had pantyhose or not wasn't that important; what was more important was that Yoko wanted a pair of underwear.

"I'm so sorry, I'll return them to you after I buy them." Yoko took the pantyhose and went back into the restroom.

During the review class, the students' eyes were all on Yoko's every move, making her feel uneasy.

Before, when Yoko wore shorts to class, she was always worried about the students' gazes, afraid that the crease of her underwear would be visible under her skirt. But now, whether the students looked at her underwear or not, would it be easier for them to figure out she wasn't wearing underwear? All sorts of anxieties washed over her.

When her gaze met a student's, she felt dizzy, as if she were about to fall onto the podium. She quickly braced herself on the desk with both hands.

Yoko returned to the research office; she needed to write a work report for the day and submit it to her homeroom teacher, Yosuke Kagawa. Because the semen hadn't been completely wiped away, she felt a hardness in her genitals, and it seemed like there were dried residues of paste between her legs; any movement caused a chafing sound, creating an uncomfortable sensation.

Yoko believed the underwear wouldn't be left unreturned, but she feared that a student like Takeshi might smell it and masturbate. Or perhaps he would boast to other students that it was underwear worn by the intern teacher, Yoko!

It was a truly terrifying thought. As time passed, the horror of reality intensified, and her hands trembled uncontrollably as she wrote the report.

Takeshi, the student, didn't contact her proactively. Yoko decided that instead of passively waiting, she should take the initiative to contact the other party. On her third day of internship at the school, Yoko didn't even know the names of the two students who had attacked her, or what grade they were in.

She only knew their names from when they called each other "Takeshi" and "Next Year.

" Yoko checked the student roster, one by one. After thirty minutes of investigation, she found out the two students' names. They were from the third grade, class three. One was named Ebizawa Takeshi, and the other Tanabe Next Year. Yoko quickly wrote down their addresses and phone numbers. She

figured they had probably already left the school. They were students who skipped class and had no intention of staying for extracurricular sports activities.

Yoko wanted to go to Class 3-3 of the third grade to see if the two students were still in the classroom, but she didn't have the courage to go.

Yoko went home to take a shower. She squatted down, inserted the nozzle of the spray bottle filled with soapy water into her vagina, and injected the soapy water directly into her vaginal opening.

(Beasts! I must get revenge on these brats!) Yoko cursed angrily while inserting her fingers deep into the crevice of her lower abdomen and scratching it incessantly.

While having dinner with her brother, sister-in-law, and mother, the images of Takeshi Ebizawa and Minoru Tanabe repeatedly flashed through her mind.

"Are you getting used to school life a little?" her mother asked her.

"Sigh, I'm generally used to it!" Yoko thought. If she were to tell her mother everything—how her daughter had become a victim of men at school, all those unimaginable and despicable events—she wondered what her mother's reaction would be. She'd probably faint on the spot! She'd be furious.

Yoko glanced at her mother, trembling with anger.

"Once they hear Yoko is a female college student, male students will definitely be very interested in you!" her sister-in-law said. Meanwhile, her brother was engrossed in watching television while drinking beer.

"Yeah! It's a bit of a scary feeling!" Yoko said.

"I told you! High school students these days are especially tall!"

"But if you mind that, you can't be a teacher!"

"Yeah, yeah! A few days ago, I heard there was a student gang violence incident!" The brother and sister-in-law said knowingly, putting down their chopsticks.

"What kind of gang violence incident are you talking about?" The brother asked his sister-in-law, taking a sip of beer.

"I overheard people talking at work today. It wasn't the Tokogaku High School branch where Yoko is interning, but the West Campus, a school with only male students! Apparently, students from that school dragged two female office workers home from school into a park and raped them."

"How many men raped them?"

"I heard it was five!"

"I've never heard of anything so despicable!"

"But it's truly horrible! When did this happen?"

"About four or five days ago. However, it only came to light yesterday!"

"Was it kept hidden until then?"

"No! One of the raped women committed suicide yesterday. Apparently, after being humiliated, she became enraged and left a suicide note before jumping off a building!"

"Now that you mention it, I remember. There was a little news story in today's paper. I thought it was about someone committing suicide because of love!"

"How horrible! They only do the most disgusting things!"

Yoko's brother and sister-in-law chatted back and forth, seemingly discussing something that had happened to someone else.

Yoko thought to herself: My fate is the same! I might as well be like that woman who jumped off the building, leave a suicide note, and end it all! Yoko finished her meal in one go and returned to her room.

The room, six tatami mats wide, was still furnished the same way Yoko had in high school: a bed, a table, and a bookshelf. On the wardrobe sat a sewn-up panda, the one Yoko used to hug to sleep every night during high school.

Yoko picked up the cloth bear figurine and lay down on the bed, her eyes gazing at the face of her lover, Masahiko Otsu.

(Masahiko-kun! I want to see you! Come and hold me tight!)

Yoko's heart pounded. She wanted to call Masahiko Otsu. The instant she thought of this, Masahiko Otsu's face in her mind suddenly transformed into Takeshi Ebizawa's face. She

had to find Takeshi no matter what; he had to return those underwear. The thought of handing over something soaked in her own body odor to someone else drove her mad.

Yoko got out of bed and slammed the bear figurine onto the table.

Her brother and sister-in-law, her mother—they must all be back in their own bedrooms, right? The living room was empty.

Yoko took out the slip of paper with Takeshi Ebizawa's phone number written on it and began dialing. Her fingers were stiff and clumsy, and each press hurt.

"Yes, this is Ebizawa's house!" a woman's voice rang in Yoko's ears.

"My surname is Otsu. Is Takeshi home?" Yoko suddenly said her lover's surname. She was afraid that if she said her surname was Minami, he would be worried.

"My brother isn't home!" It was obviously Takeshi's sister who answered the phone. She seemed to be a middle school student as well.

"Is he not home?"

"Yes!"

"Did he come home from school?"

"A friend called just now, so he went out. Should I call my mom to answer the phone?"

"No need, it's alright! I'll contact him again."

"Are you my brother's friend?"

"Yes..."

Takeshi's sister would probably tell him, "A girlfriend named Otsu called." But Takeshi would be suspicious, considering he didn't know anyone named Otsu. However, she couldn't just reveal her own name—Yoko thought to herself.

"Who called?" Behind Takeshi's sister, presumably his mother, asked.

"They'll call again..." Takeshi's sister replied.

Yoko immediately hung up. Then she wanted to call Otsu Masahiko. But what should she say when Masahiko answered the phone? A warm feeling welled up inside her.

The phone rang, once, twice, three times, and someone picked it up. Yoko covered the receiver with her hand and glanced at the bedding in the bedroom.

"Is this Otsu?" Yoko asked softly.

"Yes!"

"Masahiko..."

"Is this Yoko?"

Yoko's eyes welled with tears.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to say when I picked up the phone!"

"What's wrong, Yoko! Your voice sounds different!"

"Um, nothing... I just wanted to call you!"

"Is anyone with you?" Masahiko asked.

"No! Why are you asking me that?"

"Actually, I miss you, Yoko!"

"Miss me?"

"Yes! Just thinking about you makes me impulsive, I want to hold you!"

"That won't do! I'm thousands of meters away from you!" Yoko said.

"Yoko! Ugh..."

"What's wrong with you?" Yoko thought, maybe Masahiko really is masturbating!

"Ugh..."

"Hey, Masahiko... what are you doing?...

"My little brother says he wants to be intimate with you..." Masahiko said.

Yoko's mind conjured up images of Otsu Masahiko's naked body. She seemed to see him lying on the bed, spread-eagled, his penis erect.

"No way! You're crazy, you pervert!" Yoko said. And her lower abdomen began to burn with desire, feeling her vaginal opening contracting in waves. She, who had been sitting upright, stretched her legs out crookedly.

"Squeak, squeak..." Yoko heard a dull, knocking sound coming from the phone.

"Look... my little brother is so swollen and big!" Masahiko said.

Yoko heard the knocking sound again. She finally understood; Masahiko was pounding the phone receiver with his erect penis.

"Masahiko! You can't do this!" Yoko said.

"Yoko! Suck it for me! I want to put it in your cute mouth..."

"Don't dream..." Yoko's mouth secreted sticky saliva, as if she were actually sucking his penis.

She thought to herself: I also want Masahiko-kun to hug me! The two embraced and rolled around...

"Ah~~ Yoko, play the flute for me..." Otsu Masahiko cried out. Yoko's red lips mimicked playing the flute, parting wide. Her eyes were closed, her mind seemingly truly containing Masahiko's penis. A tingling numbness ran through her thighs, and the honey-like fluid seeping from her lower body left a stain on her panties.

"Masahiko! I can't help myself either, I'm having impure thoughts too!"

"Ugh! Yoko..." Otsu Masahiko's calls sounded extremely grating to Yoko.

Yoko quietly placed her hand on her inner thigh. At that moment, she felt the urge to masturbate.

Yoko heard the sound of a tissue being pulled out over the phone. She took a deep breath. Her breasts, encased in her t-shirt, hardened.

"Finally, it came out!"

"I told you, Masahiko is so lewd!"

"How's your teaching internship going?"

"You men can suddenly become so strange! Thinking about what you just did, I get that feeling." "

Yoko, you're very popular with the students, aren't you!"

"I feel so tired, I don't want to be a teacher anymore!"

"Did something happen?"

"Hmm...it's nothing serious!" Yoko thought: If she were to tell the truth about what happened these past two days, her relationship with Otsu Masahiko would be over in an instant.

"I won't be able to see you for another ten days, Yoko! My body just can't take it!" Masahiko said.

"Don't talk about those lewd things anymore!" Yoko said.

"I don't know what to do either. Just thinking about you, Yoko, makes my little guy instantly hard!"

"Ugh! Masahiko, if you swear again, I'm hanging up! Goodbye! You should rest!" "

Hey! Yoko..." Masahiko's "kiss" sound came from the phone. Yoko curled her lips and kissed Masahiko back into the phone.

Back in her bedroom, Yoko's anger towards Ebizawa Takeshi and Tanabe Minoru had subsided somewhat, but her longing for Otsu Masahiko was gradually surging.

Yoko changed into her pajamas and, as soon as she got into bed, she felt sexually aroused. Otsu Masahiko missed him, and she missed him too, so she masturbated. Yoko fully understood this feeling in men.

Lying in bed, Yoko quietly lifted the hem of her pajamas and touched her lower abdomen…

The incident of the West Campus student raping the female clerk who returned home late at night—a topic of conversation between Yoko's brother and sister-in-law the previous night—also became a topic of discussion at the morning staff meeting at Toko Academy. Teachers submitted a list of several students to the school administration to be watched closely, including Takeshi Ebizawa and Minoru Tanabe.

Principal Kazunari Ouchi requested all staff to strengthen leadership.

It was said that Takeshi and Minoru had skipped class yesterday afternoon; their homeroom teacher had contacted their families but couldn't find them.

Classes began; Yoko taught a practical lesson in Class 2 in the morning and Class 1 in the afternoon. The underwear had to be retrieved from Takeshi Ebizawa and Michiru Tanabe, but neither of them had returned to school. Yoko was determined to find these two students. Both were notorious for their infamy, and she felt there couldn't be anything more humiliating.

During her teaching internship, Yoko kept thinking about this insult. A heavy weight seemed to be pressing on her shoulders; she felt exhausted and overwhelmed. She noticed the students' lecherous gazes, which she couldn't resist. Especially the male students' eyes, like those of hungry beasts. Looking at these students, Yoko felt that every male student was aroused by her, as if their penises were already erect.

Regardless, she finally finished her morning teaching internship.

However, during the afternoon's practical class, she truly felt dizzy and disoriented. The moment her eyes met those of the students, she felt they were all having inappropriate thoughts, a truly terrifying feeling. She

barely made it to the end of class, her legs trembling. But no matter how horrible her feeling was, when she went to the restroom after class, she found her underwear completely soaked. She had an urge to masturbate; she knew very well that her body and mind were not normal.

She straddled the toilet, arching her back, her fingers touching her clitoris. Sticky fluid flowed from her vulva, and she felt like she was about to moan; her lower abdomen suddenly burned with excitement. If there were a male student here, perhaps she would pounce on him! This thought suddenly popped into her head.

Yoko returned to the research office. As soon as she sat down in her chair, she felt as if her whole body was sinking.

Exhausted, perhaps with a fever, all her joints ached. Just as she rested her face on the table, Reiko Shimojima called to her:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm a little nervous because I'm not used to it, and I feel very tired."

"Your face is flushed; do you have a fever?" Reiko Shimojima touched Yoko's forehead.

"It's okay, I'll be fine soon!"

"Do you have classes?"

"No, I've finished today's classes!" "

Then, why don't you go to the infirmary and rest for a bit? Relax a little!"

"Can I do that?" Yoko asked. She also wanted to lie down. She felt that if she stayed in the research room like this, she might really faint.

She left the research room and headed towards the infirmary. She stepped past the female student in front of her, and a male student approached her from behind, deliberately bumping into her.

"Ah, please forgive me, teacher!" Yoko was slammed against the wall next to the classroom, momentarily staggering.

The male student reached out and hugged Yoko's waist tightly. This was clearly intentional. The male student even tried to touch her breasts through her sweater. Yoko suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, and she hurriedly straightened herself.

"Are you alright?" The male student pulled his hand away from her armpit.

Yoko knew that these male students were deliberately bumping into her for sexual harassment. She was angry and wanted to beat them up, but she pretended to be calm.

"Yo...yo..." A burst of laughter erupted behind Yoko. Yoko looked at the male students, their eyes meeting, and she felt a barely suppressed desire emanating from their eyes.

Yoko deliberately looked down at the ground, and the male students walked ahead of her.

"Truly difficult students..." Physical education teacher Yoshio Nagura emerged from the classroom, dressed in sportswear.

"What's wrong? You don't look well!" Yoshio Nagura asked.

"Maybe I've caught a bit of a cold! I'd like to lie down in the infirmary for a bit," Yoko said.

Yoshio Nagura's muscular body stood in front of her, seemingly blocking her path.

Yoshio Nagura had a buzz cut. His square, brown face stared down at Yoko with wide eyes.

"Are you tired from your internship? Do you still have classes to attend?"

"I've finished them all!"

"Then, you can rest in the study room. I'll go tell them!"

"It's alright, I'll just lie down for a bit." Yoko brushed past his burly frame and headed towards the infirmary. In that instant, the pungent smell of a man's sweat assaulted her nostrils.

There was no staff member on duty in the infirmary.

The school bell began to ring. The noise on campus slowly receded like the tide, returning to calm.

Yoko sat on the bed in the infirmary. The sight of the medicine cabinet made her dizzy. She felt the world spinning, and before the doctor on duty arrived, it seemed the ground was about to collapse. Lying on the bed, Yoko pulled the thin blanket up to her feet, groaned, and gasped for breath. As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt herself floating, falling into an abyss.

She had a dream: in a car, there were several male students. She was somewhat hazy and indistinct, but they were gradually approaching her. Among them were Takeshi Ebizawa and Minoru Tanabe.

Yoko walked behind the male students and peeked into the car. She couldn't help but scream:

"Ah, oh dear!"

Yoko heard her own scream even in her sleep. She saw a female student lying in the car seat, wearing only underwear. The student's face was blurry, and she couldn't recognize her. But the underwear the student was wearing belonged to Yoko; it must be the one Ebizawa had stolen. Ebizawa probably made the student undress and then forced her to wear Yoko's underwear!

"Give it back! That's my underwear!" Yoko shouted again. All the male students' eyes turned to Yoko.

(Help—) Yoko ran away, seemingly back to school. She ran between the school buildings and the gymnasium. Looking back, she saw that the number of students chasing her had increased. Yoko tripped over something and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

(I have to escape! If I don't escape...)

Yoko looked up and saw Ebizawa Takeshi and Tanabe Michiko standing in front of her, blocking her escape route, grinning at her. She was being held down by the students chasing after her.

Yoko couldn't move. She tried desperately to shake her body, but she couldn't speak at all. The students' hands groped her body, and she saw each of them sticking out their bright red tongues, licking the saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths. Her clothes were completely stripped off by the students, and a chill rose from her feet.

Her underwear was also taken off and held in Ebizawa's hand, who even held it to his nose and sniffed it again and again. One by one, the students also stuck their heads out, rubbing their noses against her underwear, inhaling her body fragrance.

(Give it back to me, give it back to me! Don't be so perverted!)

Yoko screamed in fright, her body jerking, and in an instant, the male student's shadow vanished. This was another nightmare. She felt an indescribable weariness, a sense of oppression, and a dull ache in her forehead.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, her hand clutching her chest.

"Ah! Stop!" she cried out. In that instant, she felt a chill run through her body and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Quiet..." A very soft voice vibrated Yoko's eardrums, sending shivers down her spine.

When Yoko heard this, she fell silent.

The one who told her to be quiet was none other than the physical education coach, Yoshio Nagakura. His face was pressed against Yoko's chest, his head slightly raised as he glanced at her sideways. Yoshio Nakura, who had slipped into the infirmary while Yoko was asleep, seemed to be consumed by lust. He unbuttoned Yoko's cardigan, exposing her breasts, and pressed his face against her nipples.

"Teacher, please don't do this to me..." Yoko, sensing the PE teacher's intentions, gradually regained her composure and finally spoke.

However, she couldn't shout; if she did, someone would surely rush into the infirmary. If she were caught, everything would be over. A woman's instinct made Yoko raise her head again.

"It's better if you don't shout!" Nakura was still kissing her nipples.

"Mmm..." Yoko's pink, pearl-like nipples, as if electrocuted, were incredibly sensitive, having been forcefully sucked by the man.

Yoko straightened her chest, and in that instant, she was shocked as if she had been pushed into a terrifying abyss.

(Her underwear—her underwear was taken off?!)

Yoko finally understood that her dream of being attacked by Ebizawa Takeshi and Tanabe Minoru was related to Nakura Yoshio taking off her underwear.

"Are you very sensitive even when you're asleep? Female college students these days are so sensitive! Just like a forty-year-old woman, your genitals are wet." Nakura's hand touched Yoko's mons pubis. As his fingers dug into her folds and scratched incessantly, the muscles on the inside of Yoko's thighs trembled and twitched.

Nakura rolled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her lower body. Yoko's snow-white skin, illuminated by the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window, radiated a dazzling glow.

Nakura stood before the bed, pressing his face against Yoko's thighs, gently pushing her bra up to her upper body. Yoko pulled up her bra, concealing her face.

"Don't do this..." Yoko's words were muffled by his arousal.

Nakura's tongue darted out, licking her pubic area: "Looks like you're not mature enough yet! But judging from this color, you've already been with a man..." Nakura

first pressed a magnifying glass against Yoko's mons pubis, then slowly lifted the lens to examine it closely.

The sixth period had only started for about fifteen minutes; he couldn't fully indulge in playing with Yoko, but there was enough time to have some fun with her.

The infirmary staff were all visiting students admitted to the hospital, so they all went there the following year. Yoko was completely unaware of this. Therefore, when Nakura learned that Yoko was going to lie down in the infirmary for a while, he got a good opportunity.

"Ugh...don't do that..." Yoko knew that he was using a magnifying glass to spy on her genitals, and she shook her lower abdomen desperately. The bed made a dull, metallic creaking sound, vibrating the warm air in the room.

Nakura used his thumb and forefinger to part the flesh, and through the magnifying glass, he saw a round crevice like a persimmon seed. Around the crevice were curled pubic hairs, and sticky liquid oozed from the crevice. A engorged, pale pink clitoris peeked out from the crevice, and Nakura stimulated its tip a few times with his finger.

"Ugh..." Yoko groaned, covering her face with her bra. Her whole body tensed, and her lower abdomen twitched.

Nakura was spying on the woman's most shameful part, and then uncovering it, revealing its internal structure, and then using a magnifying glass to peek. Yoko felt extremely terrified, but as her body was manipulated by the man, she gradually became excited.

Nakura stimulated her swollen clitoris, licking the continuously seeping nectar, the bodily fluids secreted from the woman's body, so thick they could be stretched into threads...

"Creak, creak," Yoko heard the dull metallic clanging of the bed.

"You're getting too wet, you should absorb some!" Nagakura took a pair of small medical pliers, clamped a sterile cotton ball between them, and wiped Yoko's genitals. The sticky fluid was absorbed by the cotton ball.

Yoko's bra, which covered her face, was damp from her constant exhalation.

The cotton ball terrified her, just like when she first had her period, nervously entering the school nurse's office, blushing with embarrassment as she asked the nurse for sanitary products. She felt exactly the same way she did back then, when she inserted sanitary cotton into her lower body.

Yoko suddenly remembered the day she had her first period. It was autumn when she was in elementary school. She had learned about menstruation before, and there were always a few friends around her who had just started their periods. When she entered the restroom and saw the red stains on her underwear, she was reminded that she was a mature woman. Rather than feeling happy, she felt sadness and fear.

The health teacher had previously told her that if she wasn't prepared, she should go to the infirmary. However, when she was truly in a hurry, her legs trembled with anxiety.

She didn't dare look the health teacher in the eye; she lowered her head, which the teacher noticed, and immediately handed her the necessary sanitary products.

Back home, she told her mother. That evening at dinner, Yoko's bowl was filled with red rice, and her parents were overjoyed that Yoko had grown up. Her brother, however, seemed not to quite understand.

Now, Nagura was inserting cotton wool into her genitals, a sensation very similar to when he used sanitary pads.

"Ah..." Yoko groaned, her mouth half-open. Because she covered her face with her bra, her breath and sweat made her face sticky.

Nagura also wiped the oil and sweat from his face. A violent teacher, seeing the fear on his student's face, felt his sadistic blood begin to stir. Now, facing Yoko's body, he felt his own lust ignite, reveling in the thrill of toying with a woman.

This was, in a way, a teacher. He glanced at his watch and realized it was time for class to end. He used medical pliers to clamp the woman's tender bud, causing his lower abdomen to bulge high.

"Cute little bean. It looks beautiful now, but gradually, after being with a man, this tender bud will swell up and turn into a black bean, and these fleshy petals, as the man sucks them, will become as thick as a tongue!"

After licking it with his tongue, Nagura inserted the pliers into the vaginal opening and slowly pulled out the cotton wool. Because it had absorbed the woman's internal fluids, the cotton wool was wet and slippery; if squeezed, it could release nectar. Nagura

glanced at his watch again. He frowned, his expression strange, and his penis inside his sweatpants was already erect.

"I've played with your front slit this time. Compared to that, penetration from behind is more like a virgin's act!" Nagura spat as he spoke. He picked up Yoko and laid her face down on the bed. Nagura used pliers to clamp a new cotton ball, this time soaked in disinfectant. Yoko's buttocks were shaped like half a volleyball. Nagura wiped the disinfectant up and down her anus.

"Ugh..." Yoko groaned in pain, her face still covered by her bra. The disinfectant must have seeped into her anus; her tailbone ached. Yoko trembled all over. She had heard of anal sex, but she had never actually thought about having anal sex with a man. A wave of fear washed over her, yet she also longed to experience it for the first time, her anticipation and unease intertwined.

After getting into bed, Nakura pressed down on Yoko's buttocks, somewhat like a rape.

"Oh..." Yoko screamed in pain as Nakura penetrated her, frothy saliva dribbling from her mouth. For a moment, she seemed to lose consciousness.

The school bell brought her back to reality; Nakura was gone. She hurriedly reached down to her lower body, finding even her underwear removed.

Was this a nightmare? Had everything that had happened before been a nightmare?

By evening, the bleeding from Yoko's anus, where she had been sexually assaulted by the PE teacher Nakura Yoshio, had stopped, but the pain continued.

It's going to rain! Suddenly, darkness fell outside the window. Just moments before, the early summer sun had been shining brightly, and even with the window open, it was still hot and sweaty. A distant rumble of thunder echoed.

Nanami Yoko's eyes left her textbook, and she slowly pulled out her chair and stood up. She walked to the window and gazed at the sky outside. On the school's sports field, a group of track and field students were shouting and training in formation.

"Miss Nanami, it looks like it's going to rain. We might get soaked by the time school ends..." Her second-year homeroom teacher, English teacher Shimojima Reiko, told Nanami Yoko from behind.

"Ah, but I've only prepared a small portion of the lessons..."

"It's exhausting. I remember now, when I first started my teaching internship, I was teaching a senior girls' class.

"But when I stood on the podium, my face turned bright red, and I didn't even know what I was saying to the students!"

"I've already taught two lessons today... My hand holding the chalk is trembling, and although I try to calm myself down, the thought of all those eyes watching me..." said Nanyouzi.

At that moment, a male teacher said, "I'm leaving now!" and left the research office.

Besides Nanyouzi and the English teacher, Shimojima Reiko, there were three other teachers left in the research office.

Finally, it started to rain. The students on the playground all ran into the track and field club room next to the gymnasium.

Thick gray clouds obscured the sky, and the thunder grew louder and closer. The other teachers turned on their lights.

"It's raining!" Reiko Shimojima said as she closed the window. Yoko followed suit.

The clock on the wall read 5:30. School ended at 5:45.

"Sorry, I have to go now!" Reiko Shimojima returned to her seat and began tidying her desk.

Yoko returned to her seat two desks away from Reiko Shimojima.

The physical education teacher, Yoshio Nagura, stood behind Yoko Minami, patted her shoulder, leaned down to look at her face, and asked, "How's it going? Two days of internship, getting used to it?"

This physical education teacher was about 1.8 meters tall, muscular, and had a robust physique. However, Yoko didn't have a good impression of Nagura. He also served as a student counselor. She only observed two students and felt they were all afraid of and disliked him.

However, Nakura's hand remained on Nanami Yoko's shoulder. Through Yoko's shirt, one could clearly sense her extreme thinness.

"Oh! How should I put it? My legs are still shaking after only two days of internship!" Nanami Yoko said.

"However, it seems the students are quite interested in Miss Nanami!" Nakura said.

"Is that so?"

Yoko tried to avoid Nakura's hand on her shoulder, and she slowly swayed her body, causing Nakura's hand to slide down her back.

"Especially the male students, they all get uneasy when they see a teacher as young as Ms. Minami!"

"Wow! Professor Nagakura! I bet you also have feelings for Ms. Minami!" Reiko Shimojima said with a hint of sarcasm. Nagakura

withdrew his hand from Minami's body.

"Professor Shimojima, you're newly married and in the throes of passion with your husband, aren't you? At my age, I've already lost interest in my wife! How wonderful it would be to have a young and vibrant woman like Ms. Minami!"

Nagakura shook Yoko's shoulder again before walking towards a corner of the research office. He picked up the microphone and announced to the students remaining on campus that it was almost time to leave school.

"It's a really annoying thing. Minami, you'd better be careful around those students! They'll cause trouble soon!"

"Ah..." Yoko glanced sideways at Nagakura. He had already gone to Minami's seat and started smoking.

The rain was getting heavier, the raindrops pattering against the windows, a sound that could be heard even inside the research office.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, a sharp, pale light flashed across the campus, and the air inside the research office trembled slightly.

"It's raining harder, everyone, I'm leaving now!" Shimojima Reiko jogged out of the research office.

Yoko was still hunched over her desk preparing her lesson. She was starting to prepare for tomorrow's class.

Yosuke Kagawa, who had been mentoring Yoko for two weeks, went to the school's education committee as soon as class ended. He instructed Yoko to organize and summarize her reflections on today's teaching and place them on his desk.

Yoko suddenly remembered Otsu Masahiko. A surge of heat rose in her chest, and Otsu's face flashed into her mind. "

I won't see you for two weeks," Otsu murmured, holding Yoko tightly in his arms three nights ago. He had even bitten and sucked on her ear.

Her breasts, beneath her blouse, felt swollen, and her nipples began to itch. Her legs were crossed and pressed tightly together under the table. Her thick thighs felt numb and tingly.

The school janitor, Watanabe Kanji, came in. He was a man nearing seventy, with graying hair.

"Ms. Minami, the principal wants to see you."

"Is it me?"

"Yes! The chairman of the board is with you too."

Yoko could foresee what the chairman of the board was planning next, deliberately leaving Chairman Hisamitsu and Yoko in the restaurant. It was an obvious fact.

"Principal, please don't leave!" Yoko wanted to call out to the principal, but she didn't. Her eyes were moist and alluring.

"Looks like a typhoon's brewing... Hey, Ms. Minami!" the chairman said.

"No, I've had enough to drink, and I'm about to excuse myself..." Yoko said.

"Don't worry about the rain, I'll drive you home!"

"No, I've really drunk too much!" "

Then, you drink with me, just let me drink..." The chairman's eyes gleamed as he downed his drink in one gulp, his wrist still wrapped around Yoko's neck.

"Please don't do this!" Yoko instinctively trembled, trying to escape the chairman's grip, shaking her upper body.

But Chairman Hisamitsu continued gulping down his drink, then pounced on Yoko, kissing her red lips and pouring his sticky substance into her mouth. Their bodies were tightly intertwined as they collapsed beside the table.

Yoko swallowed the wine mixed with sticky saliva, and for a moment, everything went blank, her consciousness blurring.

Her school skirt was lifted, revealing her full thighs and legs clad in pants, shimmering in the dim fluorescent light.

"Don't be so scared. You'll be a teacher at our school next year. Yes, a school with beautiful teachers will be even more famous..." Hisamitsu said smugly.

The chairman again forced Yoko to drink, the sticky liquid sliding down her throat and into her stomach.

Her stiff body immediately felt a burning excitement. Yoko's body became weak and powerless, her wrists limply extending, her breasts, encased in her school uniform, rising and falling.

Hisamitsu's hand combed through Yoko's forehead hair, the skin between her hairlines further arousing the man's desire. Hisamitsu's lips kissed Yoko's forehead, his tongue licking it, and Yoko closed her eyes and shook her head. The chairman licked her brow, sucking on her eyelids, using his tongue to pry open Yoko's eyelids, directly touching her eyeballs.

"Ah, ah..." Yoko groaned softly, but her voice was even softer than before; something gel-like seemed to have dissolved into her retina, making her feel uncomfortable, and Yoko moved her upper body away from the chairman's tongue.

The chairman's tongue then licked her other eye, using his fingers to pry open the eyelid and lick her eyeball.

"Stop licking me..." Yoko cried out. The hot breath from the chairman's nostrils made her feel unbearably itchy. His nose, cheeks, ears—Yoko's face was relentlessly licked by the chairman, leaving her face covered in sticky saliva, and her slender neck felt sticky too.

The chairman stroked her breasts through her school uniform, her elastic breasts being pressed against him with varying pressure.

Despite the terror of being sexually assaulted by a man, Yoko's body felt comfortable, experiencing waves of pleasure from the chairman's tongue teasing her. The tips of her nipples stung, like being electrocuted, and sparks flew deep within her lower abdomen.

"Ah...uh...don't...please stop!" Yoko cried weakly. Each time the chairman kissed her, she would arch her body and twist slightly.

She raised her chin, leaned back, her forehead furrowed slightly, her tightly closed eyes blinked, hot breath escaped from her half-open mouth, veins bulged in her neck, and her face was flushed.

Squeak, squeak—Yoko's fingernails gripped the tatami mat, while the chairman's tongue continued its relentless assault. Powerless to resist, Yoko was truly angry now.

Only the sound of rain outside echoed in her ears, and her mind and body felt as if they were being swept away by a flood…

Yoko's school skirt was lifted, her pantyhose and underwear were torn off, and the chairman bent Yoko's full, tightly closed thighs, beginning to roughly entangle her. The lust of this womanizing chairman, Hisamitsu, was aroused. After feasting his eyes on Yoko's skirt, his lecherous eyes were fixed on her young breasts. Her school skirt was pulled up to her waist, leaving her lower body exposed.

Although Yoko resisted, this female college student was becoming drunk. The psychological impact of being sexually assaulted and abused began to stir. Her immature body, stepping into this adult world for the first time, seemed hesitant.

A horrifying, lewd grin spread across Chairman Hisamitsu's fat, oily face. He watched Yoko's contorted, pained expression, his eyes gleaming with lust. His large, bony hands caressed Yoko's lower abdomen.

"Ah, ah..." Yoko murmured, unable to speak, as she slid upwards again.

Yoko's flat lower abdomen bulged. From any angle, her belly seemed to protrude high. Below Yoko's hill, a young spring gushed forth from the grassy ground. Along the valley floor grew a patch of oval-shaped grass, its tips intertwined, still glistening with damp dew.

"The meadow of young women is truly beautiful! A body as beautiful as Yoko's contains the essence that can make a man young again." Chairman Hisamitsu didn't call her by her name, but simply by her beautiful name, "Yoko." He was confident that he could hold Yoko in the palm of his hand.

Hisamitsu's fingers moved between Yoko's legs, while his other hand removed her school uniform, caressing her full breasts, his fingertips playing with her pink nipples. Yoko's body rose and fell, like a white worm dug out of the soil, constantly tumbling and rolling.

"No, this is too stimulating, no! I have to calm down! I... I'm drunk, you got me drunk with drinks that aren't suitable for me..." Yoko cried out incoherently.

When Hisamitsu's fingers touched the cleft between her legs, she felt a tingling sensation, as if deliberately enticing the man's fingers, the entrance to her pubic garden immediately contracted. Deep within the cleft of Yoko's lower abdomen, she felt the muscles stirring, spurting out something hot, clear nectar sticking to the chairman's fingers, even pulling out a thin strand of sticky fluid.

"Ah...uh...please, don't...stop!" Yoko's voice disappeared into the sound of rain. Hisamitsu's fingertips parted Yoko's valley, digging out the flower bud hidden deep within the cleft like peeling a bean pod. The clitoris, exposed from the center of the ring-shaped cleft, was a pale pink color. It trembled pitifully, as if being tormented by a demon. The chairman's fingertips caressed the protruding clitoris, and Yoko's body suddenly sprang up as if springy, her chest swelling, her pink nipples erect from the stimulation.

"The bud is fresh. Older women don't react much when touched by men. But Miss Yoko trembles all over with just a slight touch. Look, here..." Hisamitsu gently flicked the bud, and Yoko's body arched back sharply.

"Ugh... ugh..." Yoko cried out like a pigeon. From deep within her throat, hot breaths continuously escaped, and nectar was squeezed from the depths of her pubic area, flowing down between her legs...

Hisamitsu lowered his face, licking the sweet spring flowing from her vulva, his fingers kneading and stimulating the clitoris.

"It's the most beautiful alkaline flavor. Women of this age are at their best. Older women have a strong cheese flavor, mmm..." The chairman's tongue licked intensely along the flesh, and at this moment, Yoko also bent her body faster.

The chairman spread Yoko's thighs wide, stealing glances at her fleshy petals, which trembled slightly. His thick tongue slipped into her crevice, sucking and licking, making soft, squeaking sounds. Yoko was truly worried that he would suck out her internal organs; she felt her lower abdomen melting, and she felt her love juices overflowing…

She suddenly felt that she might die like this! If only she could die. Rather than being constantly played with by men like this, perhaps death would be blissful! Her consciousness blurred. She felt her whole body burning, a thin membrane covering her vision, and she began to float, drifting away.

Hisamitsu's fingers dug into her sweet spring; he teased her pubic hair, rubbing against the deep walls of her uterus. Yoko returned to reality from her dream. Now she felt as if she had reached the summit of a mountain. Her breathing quickened in sync with the man's fingers, and her breasts hardened. When her clitoris was touched, she immediately felt an urge to urinate.

"Ah, ah... I'm peeing, let me into the bathroom... quick! The bathroom..." Yoko cried out, but her words were incoherent.

Yoko lay back, the back of her head touching her ankles, her body arched like a bridge. Her hands gripped the tatami mat, and as she balanced herself, she continued to moan like a pigeon, "Ugh, ugh..." The chairman changed the movement of his fingers, like a piston, his fingers moving in and out of the crevice, kneading the pink flesh, while the clitoris swayed back and forth, appearing and disappearing.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..." Yoko's urge to urinate grew stronger. She gritted her teeth and endured it, her thighs convulsing, stiff as iron rods.

"Ah, the dew is overflowing..." The chairman pressed down tightly on Yoko's mons pubis, his fingers inserting deep into the crevice of her lower abdomen. Hot, sticky fluid flowed from the crack, emitting a foul odor that assaulted Hisamitsu's nostrils. Yoko suddenly stretched out her foot and kicked the edge of the table, the sake bottle clattering as it rolled across the table, finally landing at Hisamitsu's feet.

The room reeked of alcohol. As the spilled liquor soaked the chairman's socks, he began to unbuckle his belt and, taking the opportunity, pulled down his trousers. Hisamitsu assumed an indecent position, thrusting out his fat-covered lower body.

The chairman's groin was burning with desire; a thick patch of stiff pubic hair stood erect, his lecherous member pointing straight ahead. Hisamitsu gripped his member tightly, rubbing it against Yoko's genitals.

Just then, the phone in the corner of the room rang, its ringing echoing throughout the room, vibrating the stagnant, warm air.

"Damn it, of all times, the phone had to ring!" Chairman Hisamitsu blurted out, his fingers probing Yoko's lower abdomen, continuing to vigorously tease her vulva to keep her desire from cooling, before grabbing the phone.

Yoko couldn't hear the ringing anymore; she was already lost in a world of ecstasy, her body curled up in a ball, consumed by lust. She threw her head back, panting heavily, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, pupils disappearing beneath her eyelids.

The call was from Principal Ouchi.

"Almost done! Hey, listen to her smug moans, she's a pretty good girl, with a little training she'll be even better!" Hisamitsu finished speaking and pressed the receiver to Yoko's mouth.

"Ah...ah...uh~" Yoko shook her head. Her permed, wavy hair was now disheveled.

"Chairman..." Principal Ouchi gasped, imagining the chairman and Yoko entwined at this moment, and his heart fluttered.

"Let's start making love now, can you listen to me again?" the chairman shouted.

"Yes, sir—see you later!" Principal Ouchi said.

"Okay, goodbye!" Hisamitsu slammed down the phone. Then his hand caressed Yoko's breasts.

"Hey, Yoko, let's have some fun, don't hold back, you should moan loudly..."

Hisamitsu knelt between Yoko's legs, held up his undignified member, folded Yoko's body in half, and inserted it.

"Ah..." Yoko cried out in a drawn-out voice, her blood rushing through her body, her whole body trembling with excitement. As the chairman penetrated her deeply, Yoko felt a sense of oppression, and her consciousness began to blur...

Hisamitsu carefully observed the expression on Yoko's face, his hips thrusting violently up and down. He was flushed with excitement, his eyebrows dancing with excitement, his mouth tightly shut, holding his breath. The moment his manhood trembled inside the woman, he stopped moving, his upper body collapsing onto Yoko.

Yoko tightly embraced the chairman's upper body. As her arms, which were wrapped around his back, grabbed his shirt, Chairman Hisamitsu reached the peak of lust and ejaculated inside Yoko.

Yoko's hand holding the chalk trembled slightly.

The students' gazes stung her back, especially the male students' eyes, which stared at her greedily, like hungry beasts, as if they wanted to lick her. She wore only a bra under her blouse, the bra casting a shadow on her breasts, barely visible. Yoko thought how much better it would be if she wore another shirt under her blouse; she regretted it.

This was her fifth class. Last night's torrential rain had brought unbelievably good weather today, and her lower body felt like it had swallowed a lead weight, leaving her depressed. This morning, she felt a burning, throbbing headache. She couldn't even remember what she had said on the podium.

Last night, she had been played with and violated by Chairman Hisamitsu Takeo at the restaurant. When Principal Kazunari Ouchi, who had deliberately avoided the table, returned to the restaurant, Yoko was still in a daze.

To escape the two men, she hurriedly ran into the next room, took off her school uniform, and changed into her own skirt. Her school skirt was stained with the chairman's excrement, and although Yoko was wearing underwear, there was still a lot of discharge from Hisamitsu's penis between her legs. As she folded a tissue to wipe herself, the restaurant owner came to call her.

The owner led Yoko to the shower, fully aware of what had just happened. However, she didn't mention

it to Yoko. Yoko found the owner terrifying; she said to Yoko, "Please go take a shower!"

Yoko had no choice but to go with her.

Studying the school uniform was indeed just an excuse; their true intention was to possess her body. When the two men told her to wear the uniform, she complied without realizing the trap they were setting. Perhaps Yoko wanted to earn more points for her internship. Therefore, she didn't want to offend them and only wanted to leave a good impression.

As a result, she had to drink sake, which she couldn't possibly drink, and she drank too much.

Yoko took a hot shower, scrubbing herself from head to toe with soap and towel until her skin was raw. She spent a lot of time cleaning her genitals. Thinking about how she had been deceived by the two men, Yoko couldn't help but shed tears.

Yoko considered calling the police, but if she did, everything she had would be destroyed. No, first and foremost, her own family, even relatives and friends, would become victims!

Yoko inserted her fingers into her private parts, rubbing and scrubbing, trying to thoroughly wash away the filth Hisamitsu had left inside her.

If she had kept quiet, perhaps what was happening now wouldn't have been such a big deal—Yoko suddenly had this thought. Thinking of this, she understood the psychology of women who were raped; they usually cried and went to sleep. But now, she was also starting to think about swallowing her anger; it was a terrifying event, and she had to forget about it.

Yoko continued showering while crying.

The landlady was a little uneasy; after Yoko had showered for thirty or forty minutes, she peeked at Yoko.

Yoko returned to the room where they had been drinking and was again urged to drink by the two men. A quick shower quickly sobered her up. Perhaps after the humiliation she had suffered, Yoko had developed some kind of immunity; she wasn't as terrified or nervous as before. Yoko only wanted to get a passing grade on her educational internship.

This time, it was Chairman Hisamitsu's turn to leave, saying he was going to take a shower. Yoko knew the chairman was lying. However, she couldn't handle what would happen after Hisamitsu left.

Drunk, Yoko was taken to the next room and embraced by Principal Ouchi on the bed. She nestled into his arms like a doll, but eventually, she broke down in sobs. Still lingering from the assault by the chairman, she felt a renewed sexual arousal. When the principal penetrated her from behind, she let out a beast-like howl, swaying her naked body.

After the act, she was forced to drink with two men.

In the pouring rain, the two predatory men hailed a taxi to take her home, arriving after 11 p.m.

Yoko was even angrier than before, her tears dried up. She couldn't sleep even in bed, cursing the two men. Her cursing only aroused her more, and the memory of being sexually assaulted by the men reignited her passion and desire.

(Since you've already raped me, go ahead and dismember me. Why not just cut me into pieces, rendering my genitals unusable? Wouldn't that be better?)

Yoko unconsciously slipped her hand inside her underwear to stimulate her vagina. Her anger finally erupted.

(It would be better if it were completely unusable! Arousal is no good! It would be better if it bled!)—Yoko mumbled incoherently as she ran her fingers around her vaginal opening and scratched the deep folds of her lower abdomen. Her masturbation was no longer related to being raped; she felt a surge of heat, burning with desire.

She fell asleep just before dawn, engrossed in finger masturbation until she was utterly exhausted.

She was woken up by her mother. If her mother didn't wake her, she would definitely be late for school.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin was rough and wrinkled, and it even looked like she had sores. Therefore, she had to put on heavy makeup.

When she entered the school, she was very conscious of the stares of the people around her, and she felt like she was floating on air.

Director Hisamitsu always arrived at school in the afternoon, and although Principal Ouchi Kazunari usually showed up at the academic affairs office, today he stayed in the principal's office and didn't come out.

(Perhaps the principal has realized his crime of insulting the teaching interns! That's why he's ashamed to see me and is hiding in the principal's office, that must be it.)

Yoko thought to herself. She didn't want to see the principal's face either; if she did, she would inevitably be consumed by rage. She suddenly touched her chest to calm herself down.

Yoko had two classes in the morning and one in the afternoon; these were her assigned teaching internship hours for the day.

Standing on the podium, Yoko turned around, and all the students' eyes were on her. She couldn't help but gasp. She wanted to hug her chest; she felt as if she were standing naked on the podium, feeling ashamed and humiliated.

At the back door of the classroom, Yoko's tutor, Yosuke Kagawa, sat listening to the lesson. Mr. Kagawa had transferred from another school the year Yoko entered high school, and thus, Yoko had received two years of instruction from him.

Mr. Kagawa wore a light brown short-sleeved shirt and sat with his legs crossed. Wearing thick glasses, his small eyes behind the lenses were fixed on Yoko as he lectured.

"The main points I just covered can be summarized as follows," Yoko said, putting down her chalk. Their eyes met. As her gaze fell over the podium, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Perhaps the tension in the classroom had dissipated, a lively atmosphere suddenly filled the room, spreading outwards.

"Alright, that's all for today's class!" Yoko said.

The class monitor gave the command, and all the students stood up and bowed to the teacher.

Yoko, carrying her textbook, walked out of the corridor. She felt tired, as if she were carrying a heavy load on her shoulders; her whole body felt heavy.

"Teacher, please teach us third-year students!" Three students approached her, standing in front of her and blocking her way. Yoko, who was 1.65 meters tall, looked up at the three boys.

A strong odor of male body odor wafted towards her.

"Hey, teacher! If you can't teach our class, please have lunch with us!"

"I'm sorry, I teach second-year students. You're all about to take your university entrance exams, I'm not qualified to teach you!"

"Well, chatting is fine too, we want to hear about all aspects of university life!"

Three male students surrounded Yoko, each taller than her, looking down at her. A female student walked by, and one of the boys even reached out and lifted her skirt.

"Ugh! Indecent!" A round, childish-looking female student, short in stature, probably a first or second-year student, glared at the boy and ran away.

"You're making indecent jokes!" Yoko said.

"It's so much fun making these girls scream! Want to try it, teacher?"

"Please don't joke around!" Yoko said, walking past the male students in front of her.

"So prim and proper!"

"You can do it when you have free time!" Yoko felt a little scared. But she remained calm and waved to them.

She returned to the staff office. As soon as she reached her seat, Yosuke Kagawa, who had returned to the office earlier, stood beside her.

"You're quite impressive as an intern! Those students are starting to take an interest in you today, aren't they? They're both scared and obedient!" Kagawa said.

"My heart was pounding the whole time I stood on the podium. Honestly, I don't even know what I was saying!" Yoko said.

"No, no! Perhaps it's impolite of me to say this, but I know that Ms. Minami was quite well-behaved in high school. Compared to your student days, you're completely like a teacher now."

At that moment, the physical education teacher, Yoshio Nagura, entered. He was dressed in sportswear, and his expression was strange.

"What is it?" Kagawa asked him.

"As usual, all the students are drawing figure paintings, their minds are blank, they can't hear anything. Ms. Minami, I've reminded you repeatedly to pay attention to those students. These guys' eyes light up when they see a vibrant female college student..." Nagura walked past the two of them, his face full of anger, his steps heavy, and went to his seat.

"What happened between you and the students?" Yoko asked Kagawa in a low voice.

"Things always happen, even if you keep a close eye on the students, you'll still encounter some who resist!" As Kagawa said this, Yoko immediately recalled the scene of the three male students surrounding her in the hallway earlier.

Today was the sixth period. Yoko didn't have any classes. After the sixth period, she was going to tutor the second-year class, taught by Kagawa Yosuke, for extracurricular review.

She went to the restroom and then went to check on the school grounds.

"Ah, ah..." Yoko yawned. Behind the school building, she stretched out her arms and took deep breaths.

It seemed there were no students having physical education class on campus at this time. Not a single student was in sight. The sound of a student choir singing drifted from the music room, carried by the campus breeze.

Next to the school was a row of small rooms belonging to the sports department, resembling a large tenement building, with several doors.

Yoko stood at one end of the school's sports hall, her eyes fixed on the badminton practice room where she had studied at her alma mater. Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Just as she was about to go closer to take a look, she heard a faint sound coming from the very back of the badminton room.

Who could be there? It was during class time; surely no students would be there!

At the far end of the badminton room stood a reinforced concrete partition wall, about five meters long.

Yoko felt a little flustered; her heart was pounding. She held her breath, trying to hear what was going on.

She couldn't make out the conversation, but there were definitely people talking. It must be some unrelated person sneaking into the badminton room!

The students' chorus could still be heard, but Yoko ignored it. The air around the school seemed frozen, and Yoko shivered.

She cautiously leaned forward, peeking into the badminton room. Her breasts stiffened.

"Ah?!" Yoko exclaimed involuntarily. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, trying to back away, but it was too late.

Two male students were hiding nearby, squatting down like they were defecating, secretly smoking. One of them, upon realizing it was Yangzi peeping, sprang to her feet like a bull, grabbing her ankle and dragging her into the badminton room.

"What do you want? Ugh…" Yangzi's neck was encircled, and her mouth was covered. She desperately scratched at the two students with her nails, twisting and struggling.

"You're an intern, aren't you… be quiet!" The male student in front of him tossed his cigarette butt at his feet and stomped on it with his shoe.

Both male students were around 1.8 meters tall. They had both taken off their school uniforms, wearing only shirts.

"Stop nagging!" The student standing in front of Yoko reached inside her shirt and grabbed her breast. In that instant, his eyes were filled with lust.

"Let go... ugh..." One of Yoko's heels came off, and she fell to the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?!" Yoko's breasts were being twisted and pinched by the student, and her upper body felt a burning pain.

"Hey, next year, to stop this beauty Yoko from screaming, let's have sex with her right here!"

"Won't that be inappropriate? Doing that kind of thing..."

"Anyway, she came to me herself, so I can only use my body to shut her up. Besides, I haven't tasted a woman's flesh in a long time, and my little brother is practically crying with desire!" said the boy who was pinching Yoko's breasts.

Yoko's mouth was gagged, and her neck was tightly embraced by the male student's arms. Yoko saw stars, her body was weak and powerless, and her originally fair face was flushed red. Yoko's shirt was unbuttoned at the chest, and her bra was pushed up to her neck.

"Takeshi, is this really okay?" a male student named Minami, who was holding Yoko's neck, asked softly.

"Are you scared? Things have come to this point, and your sin is the same!" Takeshi sucked on Yoko's breast, his tongue licking the nipple randomly.

"Aren't these beautiful breasts? Have you had sex with a man?" Takeshi vigorously rubbed Yoko's other nipple. Every time he grabbed Yoko's nipple, she felt a dull pain.

"Fine, if that's the case, then I'll make love to her too!" Next year, he loosened his grip on Yoko's neck, and Yoko's knees suddenly bent, causing her to fall and slip off her other high heel.

"I wanted to drag her into the badminton club's small room, but the door was locked, you bastard! Hey, Next year,

open the gym mat here and let her lie on it."

Following Takeshi's orders, Next year opened the gym mat, revealing its cotton filling. It was still damp from the rain the night before.

"Your clothes will get dirty, so take them off!" Takeshi said.

"Please let me go. If someone sees us, your mistake will be irreversible," Yoko said.

"Ugh, you, the teacher, seduced us first! Of course, we students want women too. You know we experience sexual frustration, right? Helping us students resolve our sexual anxieties is also a teacher's job!"

"That's outrageous..." Yoko resisted.

"If you shout and someone sees you, you'll be even more ashamed than us!" Takeshi said.

Yoko was stripped naked by two male students. Perhaps because of the cold, sunless weather, Yoko felt shivering. Yoko's clothes were crumpled up and placed against the wall of the badminton room. Yoko's shoulders were pressed down, and she lay sprawled on the gymnastics mat. Her back was pressed against the mat, and her body was sinking.

A chill ran through her, and she turned pale and trembled.

Wu Zhi pulled down his zipper and pulled out his erect penis. Although his penis was hard, he was still inexperienced with women, a greenhorn who hadn't even had time for foreplay before wanting to mount her immediately.

"Next year, let me go first!" Wu Zhi raised his eyebrows, his lips tightly pressed together, desperately suppressing the urge to ejaculate. He parted Yang Zi's thighs, ready to thrust in immediately.

"Ugh..." A sharp pain shot through Yang Zi's body as she desperately tried to push away Wu Zhi's shoulders that were pressing down on her. Perhaps the intense sex last night had chafed her vagina; Yang Zi was in extreme pain.

Wu Zhi swayed his hips, feeling little sensation as his penis penetrated; it was like masturbation, just a straight, linear thrusting motion. Next year, he also pulled down his pants, spread his legs, gripped his erect penis, and leaned back.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Yangzi's face was contorted; she only felt a burning sensation in her lower body, with no pleasure whatsoever.

A woman's body requires considerable foreplay. This foreplay is necessary to arouse a woman's sexual desire and lubricate her genitals. But Wu Zhi's thrusting motion remained unchanged. When his penis pressed against her uterus, Yangzi only felt a stinging, numb pain in her back.

Next year simply tilted his head back, his fingers gripping his penis as he masturbated; Yangzi's eyes vaguely saw his lower body.

"Ugh..." Takeshi's upper body pressed down on Yoko's, his hands around her neck, his shoulders pressing against her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe. She felt his penis throbbing against her lower abdomen, and sticky semen shot out inside her.

"I... can't take it anymore!" Minoru screamed. But he still held his penis, and his semen shot out in a parabolic arc, hitting Takeshi's head, who was holding Yoko at his feet, and slowly dripping onto Takeshi's black hair.

Takeshi got up. The overflowing semen slid down Yoko's cleavage, even staining the gymnastics mat with a sticky mess.

"Idiot! It's been so long since we've had sex, you came in a second!" Takeshi said defiantly.

He pulled his shirt sleeve out of his pants to wipe his penis.

Minoru put his pants back on. Both were still breathing heavily.

"Hey, hurry up and put your clothes back on!" Takeshi placed the crumpled clothes on Yoko's ample breasts.

Yoko slowly sat up, her throat making a gurgling sound; she couldn't speak. She was afraid her facial expression had changed; if she didn't quickly redo it, the other staff and teachers at school might think she was acting strangely! Just as Yoko suddenly remembered this, Takeshi grabbed her underwear from her chest and said:

"We'll keep your underwear for you. If you want it back, you'll have to have sex with us again. We'll contact you later!" After saying this, Takeshi held Yoko's underwear to his nose and sniffed it repeatedly.

As soon as Takeshi and the two students left, Yoko quickly put her clothes back on. She didn't have underwear, so she just put on her stockings. As she zipped up her skirt, the semen that had accumulated on her lower abdomen slipped out, flowing onto her silk stockings and then down her thighs.

If she didn't wash herself quickly, she might get pregnant! A wave of terror washed over her.

(Oh, Masahiko-kun, what should I do? Please help me!) Yoko called out Masahiko Otsu's name, a handsome man's image flashing in her mind.

She entered the school building; it was still during class time, and the corridors were deserted.

The bodily fluids had already reached her knees. She went into the restroom, and standing in front of the mirror, Yoko trembled violently. The woman reflected in the mirror was a bloodless doll, with a paste-like substance at the corner of her mouth.

Yoko rubbed her face with her hands, feeling incredulous at what she was doing. The slippery substance covered her face, and a pungent stench, similar to raw chestnuts, assaulted her nostrils.

"Ah…help…" Yoko muttered to herself again.

Yoko thought to herself, if someone found out, she would go crazy, she would faint!

She stared at her reflection in the mirror through her fingers. The image in the mirror was also covering her face with her hands, staring at her through her fingers.

"Haha... ugh..." A wave of sorrow washed over her. She tried to force a smile, she wanted to laugh from the depths of her heart. Maybe after laughing, she could forget all the unpleasant things.

Her hands left her face, her palms covered in a slippery liquid.

The bell rang. Yoko stiffened reflexively and turned off the tap in the sink.

The noise from the corridor flowed behind her.

She washed her face, not caring that she washed off her makeup and wet her hair. Water droplets splashed onto her coat.

Yoko heard footsteps and pushed open the door to the last stall. She looked inside and realized it wasn't a toilet, but a storeroom with cleaning supplies. Students were entering the restroom. But Yoko didn't have time to hide in the toilet. She didn't want to see anyone, so she quickly hid

behind the door of the storeroom where the cleaning supplies were kept.

As she closed the door, a student stood in front of a stall door, only three stalls away from where Yoko was hiding. She heard a loud bang—the sound of a stall door closing.

Yoko clutched her chest tightly, holding her breath, afraid to make a sound. More female students entered. The sounds of a door closing and running water mingled together.

The bathroom immediately returned to silence, like the receding tide.

Yoko glanced at her watch; in ten minutes, she was going to her first-grade, second-class review session. Before that, she absolutely had to put on some makeup. She rolled her skirt up to her waist, pulled down her pantyhose, and noticed something unpleasant between her legs. Most of that boy named Takeshi's semen had probably leaked out; Yoko couldn't leave the bathroom.

There was nothing to wipe herself with. Yoko could only crumple her pantyhose into a ball and use it to wipe her pubic area. She laboriously twisted her body, inserting her fingers into her cleft, focusing all her attention on her genitals.

Yoko thought, if only she had brought a portable basin. At the same time, she felt a surge of lustful thoughts, wondering if she was acting a little strange.

"Ah!" Yoko heard a groan coming from a stall, startling her so much her heart nearly stopped.

"Ah, ah, oh... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

The woman's groans came from the next stall; she hadn't realized Yoko was hiding in the storeroom. She assumed no one was there, and she was masturbating alone in her stall!

Yoko listened intently to the sounds from next door.

"Ah, ah, deeper..." A warm breeze passed by her feet, and she could clearly hear the insertion.

It must be someone using a plastic dildo. Even female students masturbate in the bathroom!

Yoko could almost feel her own heart pounding, and she was afraid the female student next door would hear.

Then, a dildo appeared before her eyes, one that her lover, Masahiko Otsu, had bought while drunk. Otsu always insisted Yoko use a plastic dildo. A real dildo finishes, but a dildo doesn't ejaculate. Otsu said he enjoyed watching Yoko's expression of pleasure when she masturbated with the dildo, and had stubbornly insisted she use it.

(Ah, Masahiko-kun! I want to be held by Masahiko.) She felt as if she hadn't been sexually assaulted by a male student, and a heat was rising in her lower abdomen.

"Ah...uh...insert it again...insert it..." The female student was also engrossed in masturbation, the artificial penis seemingly speeding up the thrusting.

Yoko was also aroused. Her pubic area, covered by a skirt and trousers, felt itchy and numb. Yoko really wished the female student next door would finish and leave quickly. Otherwise, Yoko wouldn't make it to her counseling class. Couldn't she do masturbation at home?

Yoko thought about banging on the wall to warn the female student next door to be aware of her presence. Would that be appropriate?

Yoko was about to get angry.

"Ah, so good...I'm going to die...uh..." The female student's moans came from her nostrils.

The bathroom door opened again; the female student next door had probably noticed someone had come in. The female student remained silent.

With a soft "thud," the girl who had been masturbating left. The next girl flushed and left as well. Yoko finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her body relaxed; she felt like she was about to collapse in the storeroom. As

Yoko left the storeroom, her skirt revealing her nakedness, a chill running up her legs from her toes. Yoko threw her crumpled pantyhose into the toilet bowl and flushed it away. She flushed it once, but the pantyhose wouldn't come away; it wasn't until the third flush that they finally disappeared.

Yoko stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She saw that her face was slightly flushed, and there was a faint bruise under her eyes. But she still had to keep a close eye on the students' review.

She brushed her hair aside and went out into the corridor. Students walked back and forth in the corridor.

Yoko's body burned with shame. She hadn't put on makeup. What was even more embarrassing was that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. The students didn't notice any of this, but even so, Yoko still felt as if she were walking naked, and was extremely ashamed. Her thighs were stiff, and her knees trembled and clicked.

Several teachers were resting in the research office, and Yoko kept an eye on their eyes.

Yoko opened a cabinet in a corner of the research office and hurriedly put on makeup in front of the mirror on the cabinet door.

"Oh dear! Ms. Minami! What happened to your pantyhose?" Reiko Shimojima stood behind Yoko and whispered in her ear.

"Ah! Huh?!" Yoko was speechless for a moment. She turned around, her expression stiff, her hands trembling.

"My pantyhose are torn..." Yoko said.

"Do you have any spare pantyhose?"

"This..."

"It's alright, I have mine if you don't mind!"

"No, that's too..."

"It's alright! Just use mine! You're worried about the students' eyes if you don't wear pantyhose!" Shimojima Reiko said.

Reiko Shimoshima took a brand new pair of pantyhose from her drawer and quietly handed them to Yoko. Whether or not she had pantyhose wasn't so important; what mattered more was that Yoko wanted a pair of underwear.

"I'm really sorry, I'll buy them and return them to you later." Yoko took the pantyhose and went back into the restroom.

During the review class, the students' eyes were all on Yoko's actions, making her feel uncomfortable.

Before, when Yoko wore shorts to class, she was always worried about the students' gazes, afraid that the crease of her underwear under her skirt would be seen. But now, whether the students looked at the crease of her underwear or not, would it be even easier for them to realize she wasn't wearing underwear? A wave of unease washed over her.

When her gaze met that of a student, she felt dizzy, as if she were about to collapse onto the podium. She quickly braced herself on the desk.

Yoko returned to the teaching office; she needed to write a report for the day and submit it to her homeroom teacher, Kagawa Yosuke. Because the semen hadn't been completely wiped away, she felt a hardness in her genitals, and it felt like there were dried residues of paste between her legs. Every movement

of her legs produced a chafing sound, a very uncomfortable sensation. Yoko believed the underwear wouldn't be left unreturned, but she feared that a student like Takeshi might smell it and masturbate. Or perhaps he would boast to the other students that it was underwear worn by the intern teacher, Yoko!

It was a truly terrifying thought. As time went on, the horror of reality grew stronger, and her hands trembled uncontrollably as she wrote her work report.

The student, Takeshi, hadn't contacted her proactively. Yoko decided that instead of waiting passively, she should take the initiative and contact him herself. On her third day of internship at the school, Yoko didn't even know the names of the two students who had attacked her, or what grade they were in. She

only knew their names from when they called each other "Takeshi" and "Next Year

." Yoko checked the student roster, one by one. After thirty minutes of investigation, she found out the two students' names. They were students in Class 3, Grade 3. One was named Ebizawa Takeshi, and the other Tanabe Next Year. Yoko quickly copied down the addresses and phone numbers of the two students.

They'd probably already left school! They were truants and definitely didn't want to stay for extracurricular sports activities.

Yoko wanted to go to Class 3-3 to see if the two students were still there, but she didn't have the courage.

Yoko went home to shower. She squatted down, inserted the nozzle of a soap-filled spray bottle into her vagina, and injected the soap directly into her vaginal opening.

(Beasts! I must get revenge on these bastards!) Yoko cursed angrily as she inserted her fingers deep into the crevice of her lower abdomen, scratching incessantly.

While having dinner with her brother, sister-in-law, and mother, the images of Ebizawa Takeshi and Tanabe Meichi repeatedly flashed through her mind.

"Are you getting used to school life?" her mother asked.

"Well, mostly I am!" Yoko thought: If she were to tell her mother all about how her daughter had become a victim of men at school, about all the unimaginable and horrible things her mother would do, what would her mother's reaction be? She'd probably faint on the spot! She'd be furious.

Yoko glanced at her mother, trembling with anger.

"Once they hear Yoko is a female college student, male students will definitely be very interested in you!" her sister-in-law said. Meanwhile, her brother was engrossed in watching television while drinking beer.

"Yeah! It's a bit of a scary feeling!" Yoko said.

"I told you! High school students these days are especially tall!"

"But if you mind that, you can't be a teacher!"

"Yeah, yeah! A few days ago, I heard there was a student gang violence incident!" The brother and sister-in-law said knowingly, putting down their chopsticks.

"What kind of gang violence incident are you talking about?" The brother asked his sister-in-law, taking a sip of beer.

"I overheard people talking at work today. It wasn't the Tokogaku High School branch where Yoko is interning, but the West Campus, a school with only male students! Apparently, students from that school dragged two female office workers home from school into a park and raped them."

"How many men raped them?"

"I heard it was five!"

"I've never heard of anything so despicable!"

"But it's truly horrible! When did this happen?"

"About four or five days ago. However, it only came to light yesterday!"

"Was it kept hidden until then?"

"No! One of the raped women committed suicide yesterday. Apparently, after being humiliated, she became enraged and left a suicide note before jumping off a building!"

"Now that you mention it, I remember. There was a little news story in today's paper. I thought it was about someone committing suicide because of love!"

"How horrible! They only do the most disgusting things!"

Yoko's brother and sister-in-law chatted back and forth, seemingly discussing something that had happened to someone else.

Yoko thought to herself: My fate is the same! I might as well be like that woman who jumped off the building, leave a suicide note, and end it all! Yoko finished her meal in one go and returned to her room.

The room, six tatami mats wide, was still furnished the same way Yoko had in high school: a bed, a table, and a bookshelf. On the wardrobe sat a sewn-up panda, the one Yoko used to hug to sleep every night during high school.

Yoko picked up the cloth bear figurine and lay down on the bed, her eyes gazing at the face of her lover, Masahiko Otsu.

(Masahiko-kun! I want to see you! Come and hold me tight!)

Yoko's heart pounded. She wanted to call Masahiko Otsu. The instant she thought of this, Masahiko Otsu's face in her mind suddenly transformed into Takeshi Ebizawa's face. She

had to find Takeshi no matter what; he had to return those underwear. The thought of handing over something soaked in her own body odor to someone else drove her mad.

Yoko got out of bed and slammed the bear figurine onto the table.

Her brother and sister-in-law, her mother—they must all be back in their own bedrooms, right? The living room was empty.

Yoko took out the slip of paper with Takeshi Ebizawa's phone number written on it and began dialing. Her fingers were stiff and clumsy, and each press hurt.

"Yes, this is Ebizawa's house!" a woman's voice rang in Yoko's ears.

"My surname is Otsu. Is Takeshi home?" Yoko suddenly said her lover's surname. She was afraid that if she said her surname was Minami, he would be worried.

"My brother isn't home!" It was obviously Takeshi's sister who answered the phone. She seemed to be a middle school student as well.

"Is he not home?"

"Yes!"

"Did he come home from school?"

"A friend called just now, so he went out. Should I call my mom to answer the phone?"

"No need, it's alright! I'll contact him again."

"Are you my brother's friend?"

"Yes..."

Takeshi's sister would probably tell him, "A girlfriend named Otsu called." But Takeshi would definitely be suspicious, considering he didn't know anyone named Otsu. However, he couldn't just reveal his own name—Yoko thought to herself.

"Who called?" Behind Takeshi's sister, presumably his mother, asked.

"He'll call again..." Takeshi's sister replied.

Yoko immediately hung up the phone. Then she thought about calling Otsu Masahiko. But what should she say when Masahiko answered? A warm feeling welled up inside her.

The phone rang, once, twice, three times, and someone picked it up. Yoko covered the receiver with her hand and glanced at the bedding in the bedroom.

"Are you Otsu?" Yoko asked softly.

"Yes!"

"Masahiko…"

"Are you Yoko?"

Tears streamed down Yoko's face.

"Are you alright?"

"Sorry, I didn't know what to say as soon as I picked up the phone!"

"What's wrong, Yoko! Your voice sounds different!"

"Um, nothing... I just wanted to call you!"

"Is anyone with you?" Masahiko asked.

"No! Why are you asking me that?"

"Actually, I miss you, Yoko!"

"Miss me?"

"Yes! Just thinking about you makes me so impulsive, I want to hug you!"

"That won't do! I'm thousands of meters away from you!" Yoko said.

"Yoko! Um..."

"What's wrong with you?" Yoko thought, maybe Masahiko really is masturbating!

"Um..."

"Hey, Masahiko... what are you doing?... " "

" My little brother says he wants to be intimate with you... " Masahiko said.

Yoko's mind conjured up images of Masahiko Otsu's naked body. She could almost see him lying sprawled on the bed, his penis erect and hard.

"No way! You're crazy, you pervert!" Yoko exclaimed. A burning desire surged through her lower abdomen, and she felt her vaginal opening contracting. She, who had been sitting upright, stretched her legs out at an angle.

"Squeak, squeak..." Yoko heard a dull, pounding sound coming from the phone.

"Look...my little brother is so big and swollen!" Masahiko said.

Yoko heard the pounding sound again from the phone. She finally understood; Masahiko was pounding the phone receiver with his erect penis.

"Masahiko! You can't do this!" Yoko said.

"Yoko! Suck it for me! I want to put it in your cute mouth..."

"Don't dream..." Yoko's mouth secreted sticky saliva, as if she really had a penis inside her.

She thought to herself: I also want Masahiko to hug me! The two hugged each other and rolled around...

"Ah~~ Yoko, play the flute for me..." Otsu Masahiko cried out. Yoko's red lips also made a flute-playing motion, opening her lips wide. She closed her eyes, her mind seemingly really having Masahiko's penis inside her. Her thighs went numb, and the honey-like fluid seeping from her lower body left a stain on her underwear.

"Masahiko! I can't help myself either, I'm having all sorts of fantasies!"

"Ugh! Yoko..." Masahiko's call was jarring to Yoko.

Yoko quietly placed her hand on her inner thigh. At that moment, she felt the urge to masturbate.

Yoko heard the sound of a tissue being pulled out over the phone. She took a deep breath. Her breasts, encased in her t-shirt, hardened.

"Finally, it came out!"

"I told you, Masahiko is so lewd!"

"How's your teaching internship going?"

"You men can suddenly become so strange! Thinking about what you just did, I get that feeling." "

Yoko, you're very popular with the students, aren't you!"

"I feel so tired, I don't want to be a teacher anymore!"

"Did something happen?"

"Hmm...it's nothing serious!" Yoko thought: If she were to tell the truth about what happened these past two days, her relationship with Otsu Masahiko would be over in an instant.

"I won't be able to see you for another ten days, Yoko! My body just can't take it!" Masahiko said.

"Don't talk about those lewd things anymore!" Yoko said.

"I don't know what to do either. Just thinking about you, Yoko, makes my little guy instantly hard!"

"Ugh! Masahiko, if you swear again, I'm hanging up! Goodbye! You should rest!" "

Hey! Yoko..." Masahiko's "kiss" sound came from the phone. Yoko curled her lips and kissed Masahiko back into the phone.

Back in her bedroom, Yoko's anger towards Ebizawa Takeshi and Tanabe Minoru had subsided somewhat, but her longing for Otsu Masahiko was gradually surging.

Yoko changed into her pajamas and, as soon as she got into bed, she felt sexually aroused. Otsu Masahiko missed him, and she missed him too, so she masturbated. Yoko fully understood this feeling in men.

Lying in bed, Yoko quietly lifted the hem of her pajamas and touched her lower abdomen…

The incident of the West Campus student raping the female clerk who returned home late at night—a topic of conversation between Yoko's brother and sister-in-law the previous night—also became a topic of discussion at the morning staff meeting at Toko Academy. Teachers submitted a list of several students to the school administration to be watched closely, including Takeshi Ebizawa and Minoru Tanabe.

Principal Kazunari Ouchi requested all staff to strengthen leadership.

It was said that Takeshi and Minoru had skipped class yesterday afternoon; their homeroom teacher had contacted their families but couldn't find them.

Classes began; Yoko taught a practical lesson in Class 2 in the morning and Class 1 in the afternoon. The underwear had to be retrieved from Takeshi Ebizawa and Michiru Tanabe, but neither of them had returned to school. Yoko was determined to find these two students. Both were notorious for their infamy, and she felt there couldn't be anything more humiliating.

During her teaching internship, Yoko kept thinking about this insult. A heavy weight seemed to be pressing on her shoulders; she felt exhausted and overwhelmed. She noticed the students' lecherous gazes, which she couldn't resist. Especially the male students' eyes, like those of hungry beasts. Looking at these students, Yoko felt that every male student was aroused by her, as if their penises were already erect.

Regardless, she finally finished her morning teaching internship.

However, during the afternoon's practical class, she truly felt dizzy and disoriented. The moment her eyes met those of the students, she felt they were all having inappropriate thoughts, a truly terrifying feeling. She

barely made it to the end of class, her legs trembling. But no matter how horrible her feeling was, when she went to the restroom after class, she found her underwear completely soaked. She had an urge to masturbate; she knew very well that her body and mind were not normal.

She straddled the toilet, arching her back, her fingers touching her clitoris. Sticky fluid flowed from her vulva, and she felt like she was about to moan; her lower abdomen suddenly burned with excitement. If there were a male student here, perhaps she would pounce on him! This thought suddenly popped into her head.

Yoko returned to the research office. As soon as she sat down in her chair, her whole body seemed to sink.

Exhausted, perhaps with a fever, all her joints ached. Just as she rested her face on the table, Reiko Shimoshima called to her:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm not used to it, I'm a little nervous, and I feel very tired."

"Your face is all red, are you running a fever?" Reiko Shimojima touched Yoko's forehead.

"It's okay, I'll be fine soon!"

"Do you have any classes?"

"No, I've already finished today's classes!"

"Then, why don't you go to the infirmary and rest for a bit? Relax a little!"

"Can I do that?" Yoko asked. She really wanted to lie down too. She felt that if she stayed in the research room like this, she might really faint.

She left the research room and walked towards the infirmary. She passed the female students in front of her, and a male student approached her from behind, deliberately bumping into her.

"Ah, please forgive me! Teacher!" Yoko was bumped against the wall next to the classroom, and stumbled for a moment.

The male student reached out and hugged Yoko's waist tightly. This was clearly intentional. The male student even tried to touch her breasts through her sweater. Yoko felt a chill run down her spine and hurriedly straightened herself.

"Are you alright?" The male student pulled his hand away from her armpit.

Yoko knew that these male students were deliberately bumping into her for sexual harassment. She was angry and wanted to beat them up, but she pretended to be calm.

"Yo...yo..." A burst of laughter erupted behind Yoko. Yoko looked at the male students, their eyes meeting, and she felt an overwhelming desire shooting from their eyes.

Yoko deliberately looked down at the ground, and the male students walked ahead of her.

"What difficult students to deal with..." Physical education teacher Yoshio Nagakura walked out of the classroom, dressed in sportswear.

"What's wrong? You don't look well!" Yoshio Nagura asked.

"Maybe I've caught a bit of a cold! I'm thinking of lying down in the infirmary for a bit," Yoko said.

Nagura's muscular body stood in front of her, seemingly blocking her way.

Nagura had a buzz cut. His square, brown face stared down at Yoko with wide eyes.

"Are you tired from your internship? Do you still have classes to attend?"

"I've finished them all!"

"Well then, you can rest in the study room. I'll go and let them know!"

"It's alright, I'll just lie down for a bit." Yoko brushed past his imposing figure and started walking towards the infirmary. In that instant, the pungent smell of a man's sweat assaulted her nostrils.

There was no staff member on duty in the infirmary.

The school bell began to ring. The noise on campus slowly subsided, like the receding tide, returning to calm.

Yoko sat on the bed in the infirmary. The sight of the medicine cabinet made her dizzy. She felt the world spinning, and before the doctor on duty arrived, it seemed the ground was about to collapse. Lying on the bed, Yoko pulled the thin blanket up to her feet, groaned, and gasped for breath. As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt herself floating, falling into an abyss.

She had a dream: in a car, there were several male students. She was momentarily confused, but they gradually approached her. Among these male students were Takeshi Ebizawa and Michiru Tanabe.

Yoko walked behind the male student and peeked into the car. She couldn't help but scream,

"Ah, oh dear!"

Even in her sleep, Yoko heard her own scream. She saw a female student lying in the car seat, wearing only underwear. The student's face was blurry, and Yoko couldn't recognize her. But the underwear the student was wearing was Yoko's—it must be the one Ebizawa had stolen. Ebizawa probably made the student undress and then forced her to wear Yoko's underwear!

"Give it back! Those are my underwear!" Yoko shouted again. All the male students' eyes turned to her.

(Help—) Yoko ran away, as if she had escaped back to school. She ran between the school buildings and the gymnasium. Looking back, she saw that the number of students chasing her had increased. Yoko tripped over something and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

(I have to escape! If I don't escape...)

Yoko looked up and saw Ebizawa Takeshi and Tanabe Michiko standing in front of her, blocking her escape route, grinning at her. She was being held down by the students chasing after her.

Yoko couldn't move. She tried desperately to shake her body, but she couldn't speak at all. The students' hands groped her body, and she saw each of them sticking out their bright red tongues, licking the saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths. Her clothes were completely stripped off by the students, and a chill rose from her feet.

Her underwear was also taken off and held in Ebizawa's hand, who even held it to his nose and sniffed it again and again. One by one, the students also stuck their heads out, rubbing their noses against her underwear, inhaling her body fragrance.

(Give it back to me, give it back to me! Don't be so perverted!)

Yoko screamed in fright, her body jerking, and in an instant, the male student's shadow vanished. This was another nightmare. She felt an indescribable weariness, a sense of oppression, and a dull ache in her forehead.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, her hand clutching her chest.

"Ah! Stop!" she cried out. In that instant, she felt a chill run through her body and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Quiet..." A very soft voice vibrated Yoko's eardrums, sending shivers down her spine.

When Yoko heard this, she fell silent.

The one who told her to be quiet was none other than the physical education coach, Yoshio Nagakura. His face was pressed against Yoko's chest, his head slightly raised as he glanced at her sideways. Yoshio Nakura, who had slipped into the infirmary while Yoko was asleep, seemed to be consumed by lust. He unbuttoned Yoko's cardigan, exposing her breasts, and pressed his face against her nipples.

"Teacher, please don't do this to me..." Yoko, sensing the PE teacher's intentions, gradually regained her composure and finally spoke.

However, she couldn't shout; if she did, someone would surely rush into the infirmary. If she were caught, everything would be over. A woman's instinct made Yoko raise her head again.

"It's better if you don't shout!" Nakura was still kissing her nipples.

"Mmm..." Yoko's pink, pearl-like nipples, as if electrocuted, were incredibly sensitive, having been forcefully sucked by the man.

Yoko straightened her chest, and in that instant, she was shocked as if she had been pushed into a terrifying abyss.

(Her underwear—her underwear was taken off?!)

Yoko finally understood that her dream of being attacked by Ebizawa Takeshi and Tanabe Minoru was related to Nakura Yoshio taking off her underwear.

"Are you very sensitive even when you're asleep? Female college students these days are so sensitive! Just like a forty-year-old woman, your genitals are wet." Nakura's hand touched Yoko's mons pubis. As his fingers dug into her folds and scratched incessantly, the muscles on the inside of Yoko's thighs trembled and twitched.

Nakura rolled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her lower body. Yoko's snow-white skin shone brightly in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window.

Nakura stood by the bed, pressing his face against Yoko's thighs, gently pushing her bra up to her upper body. Yoko pulled up her bra, concealing her face.

"Don't do this..." Yoko's words were muffled.

Nakura's tongue darted out, licking her pubic area: "Looks like you're not mature enough yet! But judging from the color, you've already been with a man..."

Nakura first pressed a magnifying glass against Yoko's pubic mound, then slowly lifted the lens to examine it closely.

The sixth period had only been going on for about fifteen minutes, not enough time to fully play with Yoko, but enough time to have some fun with her.

The infirmary staff had all gone to visit students hospitalized the following year. Yoko was completely unaware of this. Therefore, when Nakura learned that Yoko was going to lie down in the infirmary for a while, he got a good opportunity.

"Ugh…don't do that…" Yoko knew he was using a magnifying glass to spy on her genitals, and she shook her lower abdomen desperately. The bed creaked and groaned, vibrating the warm air in the room.

Nakura used his thumb and forefinger to part her labia, and through the magnifying glass, he saw a round crevice like a persimmon seed. The crevice was surrounded by curling grass, from which a sticky liquid oozed. Enlarged, pale pink clitoris peeked out from the crevice, and Nakura stimulated its tips a few times with his fingers.

"Ugh..." Yoko groaned, covering her face with her bra. Her whole body tensed, and her lower abdomen twitched.

Nakura was spying on the woman's most shameful parts, then uncovering them, revealing their internal structure, and then peeking through them with a magnifying glass. Yoko felt a profound terror, but as her body was manipulated in this way by the man, she gradually became aroused.

Nagura stimulated her swollen clitoris, licking the continuously seeping fluid—the bodily fluids secreted from a woman's body, so sticky they could be stretched into threads…

“Creak, creak,” Yoko heard the dull metallic clanging of the bed.

“You have too much dew, you should absorb it!” Nagura took a pair of small medical pliers, clamped a sterile cotton ball between them, and wiped Yoko's genitals. The sticky fluids were absorbed by the cotton ball.

Yoko's undershirt, which covered her face, was damp from her constant exhalation.

The cotton ball terrified her, like when she first had her period, nervously entering the school nurse's office, blushing with embarrassment as she asked the nurse for menstrual products. She felt exactly the same way she did when she first inserted the sanitary napkin.

Yoko suddenly remembered the day she had her first period. It was autumn when she was in elementary school. She had learned about menstruation before, and there were always a few friends around her who had their first periods. When she went into the bathroom and saw the red stains on her underwear, she remembered that she was a mature woman. Rather than feeling happy, she felt sadness and fear.

The school nurse had said that if she wasn't prepared, she should go to the nurse's office. But when she was really in a hurry, her legs would tremble.

She didn't dare look the nurse in the eye; she lowered her head, and the nurse noticed and immediately handed her sanitary products.

When she got home, she told her mother. That evening at dinner, Yoko's bowl was filled with red rice, and her parents were overjoyed that she had grown up. Her brother, however, seemed less understanding.

Now, Nagura was inserting cotton balls into her vagina, a sensation very similar to when he used sanitary pads.

"Ah..." Yoko groaned, her mouth half-open. Because she covered her face with her bra, her breath and sweat made her face sticky.

Nagura also wiped the oil and sweat from his face. Seeing the student's fearful expression, the violent teacher's sadistic urges began to stir. Now, facing Yoko's body, he felt his own lust ignite, reveling in the thrill of toying with a woman.

He was, in a way, a teacher. He glanced at his watch and realized it was time for class to end. He used medical pliers to clamp the woman's tender bud, causing his lower abdomen to bulge high.

"Cute little bean. It looks beautiful now, but gradually, after being with a man, this tender bud will swell up and turn into a black bean, and these fleshy petals, as the man sucks them, will become as thick as a tongue!"

After licking it with his tongue, Nagura inserted the pliers into the vaginal opening and slowly pulled out the cotton wool. Because it had absorbed the woman's internal fluids, the cotton wool was wet and slippery; if squeezed, it could release nectar.

Nagura glanced at his watch again. He frowned, his expression strange, and his penis inside his sweatpants was already erect.

"I've played with your front slit this time. Compared to that, penetration from behind is more like a virgin's act!" Nagura spat as he spoke. He picked up Yoko and laid her face down on the bed. Nagura used pliers to clamp a new cotton ball, this time soaked in disinfectant. Yoko's buttocks were shaped like half a volleyball. Nagura wiped the disinfectant up and down her anus.

"Ugh..." Yoko groaned in pain, her face still covered by her bra. The disinfectant must have seeped into her anus; her tailbone ached. Yoko trembled all over. She had heard of anal sex, but she had never actually thought about having anal sex with a man. A wave of fear washed over her, yet she also longed to experience it for the first time, her anticipation and unease intertwined.

After getting into bed, Nakura pressed down on Yoko's buttocks, somewhat like a rape.

"Oh..." Yoko screamed in pain as Nakura penetrated her, foamy saliva dribbling from her mouth. For a moment, she seemed to lose consciousness.

The school bell brought her back to reality; Nakura was gone. She hurriedly reached down to her lower body, finding even her underwear removed.

Was this a nightmare? Had everything that had happened before been a nightmare?

By evening, the bleeding from Yoko's anus, where she had been sexually assaulted by the PE teacher Nakura Yoshio, had stopped, but the pain continued.

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