Gang rape of sister-in-law

Gang Rape of Sister-in-Law (Part 1)

Mieko suspects how Tadafu knows her husband isn't home. Tadafu always calls while Taketo is at the underground work site. Each time, Mieko tries to refuse, but Tadafu understands the art of intimidation; his tone is never threatening, but he gets Mieko no choice but to agree.

Most importantly, Mieko doesn't verbally refuse outright, but deep down, she harbors curiosity and a lewd anticipation about what kind of man she'll meet this time. The fact that she enjoys thinking about what clothes and hairstyle to wear before going out is the best proof of this.

After receiving Tadafu's call, she unconsciously thinks about what kind of man it will be this time, and a sweet feeling arises in her heart.

Simple jobs like hosting fashion shows or tea ceremony tool demonstrations have recently become surprisingly exciting and pleasurable, involving dangerous relationships with strange men. Even the man who humiliated her like a horse in the Baolu Gorge—a scene she strangely misses a few days later.

Yesterday, it seemed like Tadafu had timed his call perfectly to confirm when Shogo was showering.

"Madam, you might be staying there this time. The guests are business executives; they might be helpful to your business, so please keep them company." He said this unilaterally, giving Mieko no chance to refuse.

After hanging up, Mieko sighed deeply, but the expression she saw in the mirror was a charming smile.

There seemed to be another woman in the mirror. To confirm the woman's appearance, Mieko vigorously rubbed the mirror. There must be a woman in the mirror, seemingly older than Mieko but also alluring and captivating. When Mieko realized this phantom, she asked her what to do.

"What does it matter? There are all sorts of men to increase your experience. And you seem very happy, I can tell from your expression," the phantom mocked Mieko.

The sound of Taketo coming up the stairs brought Mieko back to her senses. Taketo had recently shown signs of becoming increasingly stubborn, which seemed to make him more proactive at work. He wanted to have sex with his younger wife, searching everywhere for Chinese medicine or oral liquids, even relying on injections.

Mieko felt uncomfortable at the sight of syringes, so when she saw Taketo injecting himself after showering, she felt it was unnecessary and even felt annoyed.

Perhaps Taketo noticed Mieko's attitude, because after Mieko showered, he said, "This medicine is very effective for beauty," and injected it into Mieko's thigh.

However, the opposite happened; it wasn't Taketo who experienced the effect, but Mieko, whose body, which had only recently been married, became hot and itchy.

When Mieko woke up this morning, she felt something different in her lower abdomen than usual; there was a strange feeling of pressure, as if something like a band was constricting her between her thighs, making it inconvenient to move around. She carefully reached down to touch her lower abdomen, only to find a thick leather band covering her mons pubis and buttocks; the pubic hair and cleft she should have felt were gone.

Startled, she jumped up and hurriedly opened the front of her pajamas to look. Mieko was stunned. A black leather band, about ten centimeters wide, was wrapped around her waist, and below it, something like a mask covered her crotch. Seeing that the band was secured with a lock, she realized it was a chastity belt. It

must have been Muto's doing. Last night, because he could finally go on the trip and rest, Muto had drunk a lot, and he had Mieko drink with him. So that was his scheme to put a chastity belt on Mieko before she went to sleep.

But what did Muto mean by putting this ancient thing on her?

Just imagining her husband putting a chastity belt on her sleeping genitals made Mieko's face burn. He would definitely look closely, stroke her pubic hair with his fingers, perhaps pull back the foreskin, play with her clitoris like a small fleshy ball, maybe even lick it with his tongue. As she fantasized

, a whirlwind seemed to sweep through her mind, and she couldn't help but shake her head, trying to banish those delusions.

Muto got up very early every morning, and on good weather days, he would go for a jog by the river. He had already gone out this morning.

Mieko sighed and looked at the chastity belt on her lower abdomen in the mirror. Knowing it was useless, she still wiggled her hips a few times, trying to see if she could get it off.

At that moment, Mieko suddenly wondered if Muto had discovered her secret and was putting this thing on her before the trip as a warning.

Just then, Muto returned, sitting at the table with a normal expression, secretly smiling when he saw Mieko bring over some toast.

"I'm in trouble."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb... this is too restrictive."

"What's restrictive?" Muto was still pretending not to understand.

Mieko went to her husband, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and stuck out her lower abdomen.

"What does it matter? You look beautiful like this."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks... That's too much of a prank."

"But you already know, right?"

"No, because I was already fast asleep."

"No, I was talking about the chastity belt."

Mieko, of course, couldn't answer. Muto wanted coffee.

"It took me a lot of effort to put it on you." "

But this isn't good..." Mieko wanted to say "It's inconvenient to pee," but felt embarrassed and didn't say it.

"You mean it's inconvenient to pee? Don't worry about that, there's a hole there. Want to try?" Muto put down his cup and tried to stand up.

"No, I don't want to."

"It's okay, I'll do it for you, come on!" He forcefully grabbed Mieko's hand, trying to lead her to the bathroom.

At that moment, Mieko suddenly realized that Muto had been pretending to go for a jog that morning, secretly watching her actions in front of the mirror from the next room. Mieko plopped down on a chair in the kitchen, watching Muto with a sorrowful gaze as tears streamed down her face. Half of it was real, half was an act, a test to see what Muto would glean from her.

"Lift up your skirt and show me."

"No, please take it off quickly, the tour bus is coming soon, please hurry!"

Seeing his pleading wife, Muto's squinting eyes lit up with delight as he said, "It's only three days." "

What do you mean only three days? It's too much to wait until you get back from your trip like this!" This time she truly cried, lamenting that she couldn't properly care for her mother's illness.

"Hey, it has nothing to do with caring for her illness. But you won't take a bath, the tight belt will make it hard to breathe, it'll even be life-threatening," Muto said seemingly unconcerned.

At this moment, Mieko came up with a plan: to excite him, she would have sex with him before the trip.

Seeing his wife like this, Muto already showed signs of arousal, constantly stroking the front of his pants, specifically the concealed bulge.

"Ah, I can't hold it in anymore, please, I can't take it."

This action wasn't due to the pain of urinating, but rather an exaggerated display of intense sensuality, while she tightly embraced Muto.

"Which one?"

"What, which one?"

"Is it urinating, or wanting to have sex?"

"Ah…you say such things! What sex? It's urinating…ah…I can't hold it in…" Deliberately mentioning sex or urination, Mieko then ran into the bathroom.

Sure enough, Muto squatted in front and watched Eiko urinate until the last drop was gone.

"Wipe me clean." She thrust her lower abdomen forward, hugging Muto's shoulders tightly, letting out a sweet moan.

Muto inserted two fingers into her opening, making lewd sounds as they entered her fleshy cavity.

"Ah...it's still wet..."

"Wipe it clean inside...ah...right there, it feels so...so good..."

Muto's trousers bulged high.

"Darling..." Her fingers moved wildly inside her fleshy cavity, and Mieko herself pulled open the front of her top, revealing her breasts, which Muto immediately took into his mouth.

Muto pulled a metal object from his pocket; it must be the key to his chastity belt.

Just then, a young female shop assistant's voice came from the front door: "The tour bus has arrived!"

The tour bus carrying the group departed. Mieko hung a "Closed" sign on the door, closed it, and went back inside.

At that moment, she heard the phone ring. When she picked up the receiver, the call was disconnected without a word. Mieko felt the silent phone call seemed to be from a woman. If it was a woman, who could it be? It also seemed like one of Maki's pranks.

Perhaps unable to bear Mieko's pleas, Muto removed her chastity belt before departure.

There was still a long time before the time specified by Takao. Mieko felt a strong odor from her genitals and felt uncomfortable, so she decided to take a bath. I was really nervous, not knowing what the consequences would be.

It's been over six months since I got married, but this is the first time I've taken a morning shower. Although I don't have in-laws and don't have to worry about anyone, I still feel embarrassed since opening the shop. The building next door to the handbag shop is only a meter apart, but the light streaming in through the window makes it feel like summer.

The chastity belt that used to cling to my lower abdomen has left marks, a faint purple from the mons pubis to the groin. It's not quite black yet, but I wonder if it will

disappear by the afternoon, otherwise it will be very inconvenient. This is a vow I made in my heart to my first love, Akira, but that vow is almost fading away. "Teacher, I'm sorry, it's all your fault for abandoning me for six years," Mieko said.

The feeling of being alone brought back memories of Akira's caresses for Mieko. She squeezed her breasts tightly in the water, the ripe fruit deforming, squeezing out thick, sticky fluid. Looking at her lower abdomen through the water, her pubic hair swayed like seaweed, surrounding two long, fleshy mounds. Perhaps due to her excitement, the mounds seemed to wriggle slightly, and tiny bubbles escaped from the narrow opening when she breathed deeply. At

this moment, Mieko was completely transported back to her past. Akira stood before her, demanding she reveal more, roughly spreading her thighs, the feeling of being forced satisfying her masochistic desires. It seemed Akira had seen through Mieko's masochistic tendencies from the very beginning. Right now, the more brutal and lewd her husband's actions, the stronger Mieko's sexual desire became. Mieko seemed to discover that being a wife meant becoming a woman who had matured sexually.

She boldly stretched out one hand in the water, parting her labia while simultaneously caressing her genitals. The intense self-mutilation caused a tingling sensation in her lower body, and she couldn't help but let out excited moans. Knowing she was alone at home, she wanted to indulge in her solitary erotic play.

"Teacher, look at me, I've become such a mature person. I want, I want Teacher's..."

She rubbed her breasts with her right hand and caressed her genitals with her other hand; the pleasure flowed from top to bottom, a more intense pleasure than Muto's impatient caresses.

Just before reaching her climax, Mieko staggered out of the bathroom, not even drying herself, and sat down in front of the wardrobe. She pulled open a drawer and took something wrapped in white cloth from under her clothes. It was a large pipe, the one Akira loved to use; she had asked him for it before he went to America. It had a black sheen, and the handle reminded her of Akira's penis. After dreaming of having sex with Akira, Mieko couldn't help but take this thing out and insert it into her vagina, masturbating while reminiscing about Akira. She had tried to avoid it since getting married, but sometimes she did it behind Muto's back.

She rubbed the head of the pipe against her clitoris, closed her eyes, and twisted her hips back and forth, imagining Akira's erect penis.

"Plop, plop, plop..." The thrusting made lewd sounds. These sounds further aroused Mieko's lust.

She thrust her hips forward, making sounds as she watched the object moving in and out of her lower body.

"Ah, teacher...that's good...teacher, deeper...I'm going to cum...teacher, hold me tight, let's cum together..." Mieko repeatedly called Akira's name, her wet body collapsing.

A ringing telephone snapped Mieko back to reality.

"Madam, it's me." It was Tadafu's voice. Mieko didn't speak.

"Before you go, there's something I need to give you. Meet me at 1:30 at the café at our usual wooden cabin."

"How did you know my husband went on a trip today?"

"He went on a trip? That's great! You can stay out comfortably tonight. See you at 1:30."

Tianfu didn't answer Mieko's question, simply stating the time before hanging up.

What did Tianfu give her? Mieko, while putting on her makeup, felt increasingly angry, realizing she'd fallen into a trap. "Madam, I'll take you to your ship by car, so you have plenty of time.

" From the café, Tianfu led her to a very messy building just a five-minute walk away. The first floor was a warehouse, and the second and third floors were rooms for rent.

Upon entering the room, Mieko asked, "Is there anything you need to give me?"

"It's this." Tadafu tossed an envelope with a bank logo onto Mieko's lap; inside were 100,000 yen in banknotes.

"What does this mean?"

"No need to ask, just put it away. You don't need to write a receipt."

"I can't take money without a reason."

"Heh heh, you're doing too well. It's that guy from Hozu Strait."

Mieko's eyebrows shot up, her body trembling with anger and humiliation: "That's so rude! What kind of person does he take me for!" She threw the envelope at him, tears streaming down her face in anger.

Mieko stood up, furious at the thought of being in the same room with this kind of man, but the door was already locked.

"Open the door, or I'll scream!"

"Madam, why did things suddenly turn out like this?" Tianfu came over and hugged Mieko from behind. "

Don't do this, or I'll end up serving a man for free." Mieko, of course, didn't know if the rate for three hours was 100,000 yen. But once she accepted this kind of dirty money, she might be forever entangled with this man.

Just then, the wooden veneer wall of the cubicle suddenly shook as if an earthquake had struck, and at the same time, she heard someone groaning. Mieko subconsciously listened carefully; the shaking was getting stronger and stronger.

"Hehe, the people next door are really going at it hard." Tianfu chuckled, pulling up the calendar hanging on the wall. "Madam, come here for a moment." He pressed Mieko's head against the wall.

Peeking through the tiny hole, only one centimeter in diameter, the lewd details, magnified like a close-up shot, appeared even more realistic. This was the first time in Mieko's life she had ever spied on someone else's sex.

"How about that? Pretty bold, huh?"

When Mieko tried to look away, Tianfu forcefully pressed her head down from behind, forcing her to peek.

The man and woman, their breathing rapid like two wild beasts entwined together, sometimes shifted positions up and down, and sometimes the woman would thrust her hips high and wiggle like a dog, urging the man to hurry up.

As her nail-painted fingers parted her pale pink vulva, Mieko couldn't help

but wriggle her hips. The last time, in the grass of Hozu Gorge, when she clung to a tree trunk while a man penetrated her from behind, the humiliation made her tremble. But this woman was happily wriggling her hips, urging the man on. As the woman raised her hips higher, her perineum and vulva were fully visible. She stroked her genitals while wriggling her hips, seducing the man.

'Is this a woman's true nature...? If it were Akira, I would do the same...' Mieko suddenly felt envious of this woman, wanting to see what kind of man could elicit such a reaction from her.

At that moment, the man inserted a cigarette into the woman's vulva. Mieko could barely breathe, mistakenly thinking that the burning end was being inserted.

She had become completely absorbed in their game, watching them intently. This didn't disturb anyone. As men and women, they simply used their sensual organs to indulge in maximum pleasure.

Feeling a slight coolness on her buttocks, she unconsciously reached up to touch them, only to find her kimono had been lifted up to her waist. Yasuo gently caressed her young, glossy buttocks. The silent

drama, seemingly pre-arranged, continued. Yasuo's hand slipped between her legs, caressing her vulva from behind.

"Stop! No!" Mieko thought she could actually say that, but it was just a sigh.

At this moment, Tsuo waved several photos in front of Mieko: "You still remember this, right? Can you do this to me too?"

The photos were secretly taken in the bushes of Hozu Gorge, showing the scene of her being raped by that man. It must have been this man who stalked and took the photos. Mieko's face turned pale with humiliation and resentment, and her strength of resistance completely disappeared. Taking advantage of Tsuo's inattention, Mieko snatched the photos from his hand and tore them to shreds.

"Tearing it up won't help, there's still the negative."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"No..."

"You're despicable, what more do you want from me?!"

"Don't be angry, it's not very classy for a beautiful woman to throw a tantrum like this. I just saw you in the shop and wanted to sleep with you."

"So, you knew about me before the car accident...?"

Mieko saw the embarrassed look on Tadafu's face as he accidentally let it slip. Just as she was about to press him further, Tadafu pounced on her, pushed her down, and stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth. Mieko struggled, but her body was weak, and she slowly lost consciousness…

Gang Rape of Sister-in-Law (Part 2)

Yamao looked at his beautiful prey lying below, contemplating how to toy with her. He hadn't wanted to use a sleeping potion; it would have been better to have sex with her with her consent. Even without Kano's orders, he had long wanted to play with this beautiful young woman to his heart's content.

Every time Kano gave him a note with her membership number and name, saying she was a guest this time, Yamao outwardly obeyed, but inwardly he felt hatred and jealousy, truly wanting to kill Kano. And he was waiting for the opportunity to get his hands on Mieko, and today was it.

If Kano found out, she would at least cut off one of his fingers; for a man who lived off a woman, this was a life-or-death act.

He considered himself adept at manipulating women, yet he found it difficult to act on women he loved.

Pulling aside Miko's kimono, he saw her beautiful body and smelled her luxurious perfume. A slightly intoxicated feeling washed over him; his penis was already erect. He thought it would be nice to ejaculate by hand first, but if he were to immediately insert his excited penis into her alluring vagina, it would surely explode. But he had to wait; he had other things to do and didn't have much time.

He took off his trousers and underwear, touched his penis a few times, then stopped and put on a condom. He still wanted sex, and he longed to make the woman feel needed, to hear sweet words. Standing in a slave's position, Ame had never been asked sweet things by women; usually, he was the one trying to please them. First, he lay down next to Mieko and kissed her. Even so, Yamao's heart pounded, as if it were his first time having sex with a woman.

After kissing her lips, he moved on to her nipples. Although the areolas surrounding her nipples were relatively small, the nipples themselves were surprisingly large and dark in color. Yamao attributed this to her husband's nightly suckling and felt a strange pang of jealousy.

After her breasts, he finally began to admire her lower abdomen. Seeing Mieko's naked body, Yamao couldn't help but swallow hard. He had never seen such a beautiful, smooth, and white body. He truly couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman was constantly offered to men; what was Kano's motive? It wasn't like Mieko had lost her position as his wife, so why was Kano so crazy?

Revealing her snow-white teeth from her slightly parted red lips, Tadafu suppressed his intense lust and decided to savor the pleasure of sucking her tongue. He removed the condom he had just put on, straddled Mieko's head, grasped his penis, and gently touched the head of his penis to her red lips. The sensitive head slid in and touched her teeth, rubbing back and forth four or five times. She slightly parted her teeth, revealing the tip of her tongue. Tadafu immediately seized the opportunity to insert his penis, but dared not move immediately, fearing that Mieko would regain consciousness and bite it off. He carefully and slowly inserted it, gently moving his penis within the beautiful woman's lips. Looking down, the red lips seemed like exquisite genitals.

Her vulva was like two beautiful petals, perfectly shaped, thick and a vibrant purplish-red. The clitoris, hidden above the labia, quickly peeked out from under the foreskin when touched, as if begging for it… Would

such an elegant and virtuous woman really desire a man's penis?

Tadao felt disgusted with being Kano's slave. A man can't get an erection without the desire, but Kano, driven by lust, disregarded Tadao's physical state, demanding intercourse anytime, anywhere. After a while, the beautiful woman before him was wet, ready for intercourse at any moment. Her face, body, and genitals were all exceptionally beautiful.

Looking at Mieko's genitals, Tadahiro inserted two fingers, making obscene wet sounds, feeling a membrane clamping his fingers.

Mieko regained consciousness midway, but by then, the enormous penis was already inside her. Raped! Thinking this, Mieko immediately tried with all her might to push the man off her. But her strength was weak, and she even felt a desire for him to thrust harder.

In her not-quite-conscious state, Mieko mistook Tadahiro for Akira: "You're so good... right there... thrust harder... teacher..." She slightly raised her buttocks, squeezing the man's shaft tightly, repeatedly calling out the name of her beloved man in her mind.

Kibune could be considered Kyoto's red-light district, but also its most upscale entertainment area. Located upstream of the Kamo River, near Kurama Mountain, it boasts over twenty restaurants and inns serving Western cuisine.

Mieko sat in the passenger seat of the Audi driven by Ayumi, looking anxiously at the stream reflected in the sunset.

In the filthy little room without a bathroom or toilet, although she had been deceived, she was still angry at her own trusting nature after being humiliated for two hours by this despicable intimidator. And strangely, whenever she wore the kimono her mother had given her, something would inevitably happen. Her husband, Taketo, the secretary to the politician, and Ayumi would all sexually assault her, fueled by lust.

Could the man waiting for her at the restaurant on the ship tonight be the same?

At that moment, Mieko thought that the tour bus Muto and the employees were on might be crossing the Seto Ohashi Bridge. Although it was only a short three-day, two-night trip, to be honest, she could finally relax because her husband wasn't home.

Just then, Yasuo screamed and slammed on the brakes. In the headlights, she saw a wild animal scurrying into the hay, probably a small fox. Thankfully, it hadn't been run over. Mieko touched her chest, not wanting to commit any unnecessary killing.

Yasufu turned off the air conditioning, opened the window slightly, lit a cigarette, and heard the sound of the stream flowing down the slope. Just as Mieko opened the car door hoping to breathe in some fresh air, Yasufu suddenly grabbed her, threw the cigarette out the window, and pressed himself against the resisting Mieko.

He reclined the seat, and Mieko lay on her back. As her legs struggled, something flowed from her vagina. The violent man's hand touched that area.

"Hehehe, so you're already soaking wet!"

Yasufu's body entered between Mieko's legs. Mieko had almost no strength to resist, and the scent left by Yasufu, exactly like poppy blossoms, emanated from her vagina.

Yasufu pulled his trousers and underwear down halfway, revealing his engorged penis, and used his full weight to thrust deeply into her.

Mieko tried to push up the man's chest from below, but her breasts were pressed against her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. Yasufu's buttocks began to rise and fall, and tears streamed down Mieko's face. She thought she was being quiet, but her sobs shook the car.

"Go ahead and rape me. I'm going to tell the customers," Mieko cried. Yasufu

stopped thrusting at that moment. Mieko's words caused his penis to shrink back, and he reluctantly withdrew, wiping it with a handkerchief before pushing Mieko out of the car.

"We're almost there, let's walk."

After walking along the stream for five minutes, they saw the sign for the teahouse ahead.

The maid led her to a separate room, which was divided into Japanese and Western-style rooms. Behind them was a cliff with dense trees, and at the end of the corridor was the river. A

black suit jacket and underwear were scattered next to the low table; the man had probably gone to take a shower. Just as she was wondering whether to put them on the hanger, she heard a loud cough, and a tall man in a bathrobe walked in.

Every time this happened, Mieko didn't know how to make small talk; nothing she said seemed appropriate.

The man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, sat down at the low table, seemingly examining Mieko's body. As if waiting for this moment, a lavish fish dish and steak were immediately served, accompanied by Napoleon and wine.

"Why don't you change into a bathrobe too? Don't be so nervous, I'm not going to eat you. Would you like to take a shower first?"

Unexpectedly, the man said something very considerate, so Mieko decided to take a shower first.

She quickly took off her kimono in the small outer room. At that moment, the man took out some documents from his bag and glanced in their direction. Afraid he would rush in immediately, Mieko changed into her bathrobe and left the room.

The bathroom was a steam room. This was probably a private bathroom in the annex, as there were no other guests. It was less than two tatami mats, with very ordinary floors. The room served as a changing room, and a note on the wall read, "Please wear the bathrobe here before entering."

"Do I have to wear a special yukata to take a bath...?" Mieko stood in front of the wall mirror, unfolding her special yukata.

"Oh! What's this?"

The yukata was far below her knees, and it had a hole at the buttocks, completely exposing her bottom. Mieko found it amusing that men seemed to enjoy seeing women wearing such lewd clothing. However, a man who appeared serious wasn't necessarily a playful womanizer.

After splashing herself with water, she went to the nearby rock bath and saw several small fish swimming inside.

"Are these fish not afraid of hot water...?" When she tried to get some hot water, she realized it was a cold water pool, and then remembered that steam baths were meant to be alternated with cold water baths.

Mieko seemed to want to wash away the dirt that Tadafu had soiled her body. She inserted her fingers deep into her vagina, and as she parted her labia, she felt a slight swelling inside, as if due to increased blood flow. This also happened after excessive masturbation; even her clitoris turned red. The thought of another man's penis in this sensitive place… she desperately wanted to escape. The steam room was behind a wooden door, which she locked to prevent men from entering.

The strong heat and the smell of steamed straw made her sweat quickly. Mieko felt uneasy, trapped in a confined space.

Lying on the straw mat, there were two ceramic pillows, which seemed to hold special meaning. Would anyone have sex in a place like this? Mieko, who resembled her mother with heart problems, felt short of breath within five minutes.

Just then, she heard footsteps outside the wooden door. Was it that man? Or some other customer? She wanted to get out, but her buttocks were completely exposed, making it impossible.

At that moment, Mieko thought of herself lying there, like a bubble girl in a magazine. She quickly got up and knelt properly. At that moment, as if symbolizing her lingering affection, residue flowed from the opening. Mieko inserted her fingers and kept digging out what was inside. She didn't expect to experience a tingling, itchy sensation in her lower body. She had a habit since her teenage years of standing in front of a mirror, pulling open her clothes and playing with her nipples. This habit stemmed from seeing her mother rubbing her nipples against the mirror after bathing, a practice she developed by imitating her mother's actions.

Hearing a knock at the door, the naked Mieko tensed. Another knock, and when she opened the wooden door, a man stood there. As Mieko lowered her head to leave, the man stopped her, his dark red penis provocatively displayed in front of her short yukata. Even though she tried to avoid looking, her eyes were glued to it.

"How's it going? The Japanese sauna is nice, isn't it?" he said, pushing her shoulder to lie down with him.

Mieko couldn't stand the heat and said "I'm sorry," trying to leave.

"What's the matter? Keep me company."

He grabbed her arm and easily twisted it, knocking Mieko down.

"Please, not in a place like this… ah…"

"It's the same everywhere. Sex is more enjoyable in stimulating places. Spread your legs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man quickly removed Mieko's yukata, raising her legs and completely exposing her genitals.

The pain of her back rubbing against the straw mat, her skin feeling like it was about to burst, made Mieko scream. She hugged her knees tightly, trying to prevent the man from playing with her breasts, but lying on her back with her legs raised, she couldn't escape his lustful gaze. Her vulva, with even her anus exposed, seemed to yearn for the man's tongue and fingers to caress it, becoming wet

and glistening. Suddenly, the man adopted a 96 position. His lips sucked on her vulva from below, then slowly moved upwards, gently sucking on her clitoris. His fingers constantly caressed her vulva; sweat and vaginal fluid mixed with steam created a peculiar smell.

At this moment, Mieko only wanted to escape this sweltering hell; that was all she could think about. But her body desperately wanted his penis to enter her.

The man's genitals swayed back and forth against Mieko's burning face. Mieko stuck out her tongue and licked the opening of the glans, then grasped the base of the penis with her hand, moving her mouth back and forth. The man calmly watched Mieko's conflicted expression, sucking harder on the opening.

"Ah...uh..." A wave of pleasure washed over her, and Mieko couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't it good? Want me to lick you again?"

After the man got up, this time he grabbed Mieko's buttocks, wanting her to ride on his lap. Mieko didn't want the man to see her expression when she reached orgasm; only Akira was the one she forgot everything and exposed herself to. So Mieko resisted, and the man pretended to release her, then suddenly pushed her down from behind. Mieko tightened her buttock muscles to protect her anus. But this wriggling of the buttocks only increases the man's interest.

Facing the ripe fruit, the man restrains his desire to break through in one go, and gently rubs the glans back and forth at the entrance of the hole.

"No...don't do that..."

"Then, what do you want?" The man wanted this elegant woman, Mieko, to utter lewd words.

"Spare me...I'm dying...ah..." "

Really?"

"No...I'm so hot I'm about to faint...let me out...get out of here..."

Her answer was the penetration of his penis. The man's thick, veiny penis had already entered her constantly contracting vagina.

The more refined and educated a woman is, the more she opposes bestial positions. But that was before intercourse. Once united, the masochistic feeling generated from this position would actually make the woman eagerly enjoy the pleasure, and this man understood this. He reached from behind to his chest and forcefully grabbed and rubbed her breasts. Mieko knew it was useless, but she still resisted desperately.

Insertion and withdrawal, then insertion again, then withdrawal again… This was the first time she had ever had intercourse like this.

At this point, Mieko had completely lost the will and strength to resist. Unable to endure it any longer, she felt a wave of dizziness. To Mieko, this fainting spell was a kind of relief.

"Relax a bit, you don't need to pour me any more wine."

Having been sweltering in the bathroom, and after resting for less than ten minutes on the rattan chair in the hallway, Mieko felt hungry.

There were no handcuffs or ropes binding her, but unseen chains bound Mieko both physically and mentally.

"Come to my side." He pulled the hesitant Mieko, cushion and all, towards him, and said in a commanding tone, "Unfasten your obi (belt), it'll be more comfortable that way."

"Don't do such cruel things."

"Cruel things…don't you like that?"

"How could I like it…well, anyway, I'm like a slave."

"A slave…a slave must completely obey." The man said as he unfastened his obi.

Mieko no longer resisted; the front of her yukata parted, revealing her breasts and lower abdomen.

"Take off your belt too."

"Fine, take it off for me."

Mieko roughly unbuckled the man's belt.

He probably weighed eighty kilograms; he had a very muscular build. Judging from his manner of speaking, just as Ayako had said, he seemed to be a high-ranking executive of a large corporation. Sitting cross-legged in the middle, his previously ferocious penis remained obediently there.

"You must really like men, right?" she said, placing ice cubes in a glass with a half-smile.

"Yes… I like them."

"You must… otherwise, a woman who isn't struggling financially wouldn't do something like this."

Mieko suddenly felt that this man might understand her situation and be willing to help.

"How about it? Why don't you tell me?"

"Are you just using this to kill time?"

"Haha, don't be so coy. If you don't want to talk, I won't force you." She couldn't continue the conversation there.

"By the way, has any pervert harassed you? Touched your butt, or stuck their fingers in there? I heard these days perverts are quite bold..."

The explicit question left Mieko speechless.

"You're the woman who turns men into sex addicts."

"I..."

"Yes, it's your soft body that looks so delicious."

The man suddenly embraced Mieko as he spoke. His body, weakened by alcohol, lacked strength, and his fingers immediately touched her clitoris, sliding into her vaginal opening.

"Don't be shy with your lower mouth either, eat it if you want."

It was because of this intention that he wanted Mieko to unbuckle her belt. Faced with this cunning man, Mieko was like a child, always being preempted by him no matter what she did.

When Mieko refused, the man withdrew his hand and licked it, making Mieko feel as if he were licking her own genitals.

"No!"

Mieko could no longer bear it when the fingers were inserted into her vagina. But the man held her tightly. What did men of this age see women as? Even her husband, Taketo, often used strange instruments to play with her. They spoke sweet words, but in reality, they wanted to play with her like women bought with money.

This time it was a grilled small fish. A five-centimeter-long piece of fish was inserted into the woman's vagina from the head. Mieko gasped in surprise, but the more tense she became, the tighter her vaginal opening clenched, like a live fish biting at her cervix.

"How does it taste? It's delicious, isn't it?"

"No! Take it away! That's too much..."

"Why cry? It's just for fun." The man said as he continued to play with her, letting the little fish go in and out of her fleshy hole.

Her glossy, snow-white body lay there, her hands bound behind her back. She had been lying there sighing as the man sorted through a thick stack of documents. The man put the documents marked "Confidential Classification" into his briefcase, carefully locked it, and turned to face Mieko. His swaying penis was exposed, and he began to caress Mieko's round buttocks.

"Please, I won't run away, please untie this strap."

"What you say is so cute, don't you have any experience of being tied up for sex?"

"Don't ask, let's untie it quickly."

"Actually, this suits you very well. Seeing the way you are tied up, my inner rod gets hard." As he said this, he shook his cock in front of Mieko.

In fact, this man rarely has such a strong sexual desire as tonight. He just thought he was cheated and bought this woman just to kill a night. But the woman I saw came was a better publicity than that man.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"What do you mean, 'what are you going to do'... I bought you, and you yourself said you're a slave. Since you're a slave, I can do whatever I want with you."

The man licked from her back to her buttocks. Mieko felt an itchy sensation and couldn't help but let out a low moan. His slippery tongue licked her perineum, then reached her anus.

"Ah... no! Please..."

"Your resistance is the best you can hope for."

The man pulled Mieko up and tied her to a pillar. The floor was made of glass, allowing a view of the river below and the small fish swimming around.

The man squinted, admiring Mieko's naked body while stroking his erect penis. Thinking about what this man was about to do, Mieko felt a surge of despair.

Just then, the phone rang. After talking for a while, he considered untying the ropes binding Mieko, but then abandoned the idea and went outside. Mieko tried desperately to escape, twisting her body, but it was no use. It seemed to be raining outside; she could hear the sound of raindrops hitting a stream.

At that moment, the man looked through the glass of the paper door in the corridor. There, a woman in a bathrobe was squatting.

"Seeing a woman tied up, even you feel excited?"

The woman nodded, and the man's hand slipped inside her bathrobe, caressing her thigh.

"It's no use. I'm not that kind of woman. I'm sorry."

"You're lying, your panties are soaking wet."

"You're lying." "

Then take them off and let me see."

"You're lying again."

Just then, probably hearing a woman's voice, Mieko turned her head, her expression one of unease and melancholy. She sensed someone was there; someone was definitely watching. The man on the phone had said not to come for cutlery, so it couldn't be a maid.

The unease, shame, and indignation at this humiliation turned into tears. Through her tear-filled eyes, Mieko saw a woman in a bathrobe walking towards her with her head down.

Gang Rape of Sister-in-Law (Part 2)

"Who are you…?"

At first, she thought she was a guest who had entered the wrong room. Then the man entered, turning off the room lights except for the small table lamp. The masked woman poured whiskey into a glass and silently brought it to Mieko's lips. She forcibly pried open Mieko's mouth and poured the whiskey in. Mieko pretended to resist and held it in her mouth, spraying it at the mask just before it was full.

The woman under the mask raised her eyebrows. The man wiped the mask with a towel while secretly handing her a blue bottle of cream. The masked woman knelt down and began applying a creamy substance to Mieko's genitals. Mieko was horrified; the strong smell told her it was something bad.

The masked woman continued applying the cream, thickly coating her groin and perineum, leaving the rest inside her vulva.

"What are you doing? Don't... ah... no..."

Just as the masked woman was about to apply more, the man stopped her and took the cream bottle away. Even so, the woman inserted her fingers deep into her vagina, moving them around as if checking Mieko's genitals. The slender fingers constantly stimulated the walls of her vagina, more intensely than when Mieko masturbated.

To make a woman bound and unable to refuse or resist act out a drama of torture, to make her a summer snack, is that enjoyable? ...

Perhaps it was the effect of the cream applied to her genitals, but a burning sensation spread from that area to her lower abdomen. Mieko alternately spread her thighs apart and then squeezed them together, desperately battling the itching sensation brought on by the medication.

The woman's fingers were more cruel than the man's, deliberately making rubbing sounds of vaginal fluid, occasionally parting her labia to the left and right.

Soon after, she switched places with the man next to her; he knelt down and placed the ice cream he was holding in his mouth into the swollen, engorged opening between her labia. Mieko involuntarily relaxed her lower body, her head slumping weakly against the ground.

"Want to have sex? The cream I just applied is a Thai aphrodisiac; it'll keep you itchy for five hours. Just enjoy it." The woman spoke in a lewd voice, licking her earlobe with her tongue.

Whether it was the aphrodisiac's effect or a feeling of self-destruction, Mieko, unsure of her own feelings, slowly raised her buttocks.

The masked woman remained silent, which only made Mieko more afraid. Was this woman afraid I would hear her? She observed her closely; the slender figure and slightly brown hair seemed familiar. The masked woman

naturally knew a woman's most sensitive areas. Mieko hated her for deliberately tormenting those places, so her pleading voice became intermittent. The aphrodisiac applied to her already sensitive opening created an irresistible itching sensation. She wanted anything, anything, to be penetrated, and she writhed incessantly.

"Looks like it's almost working." The man freed Mieko from the pillar, slapped her buttocks, and urged her to lie down on the bed, as she swayed like a sleepwalker.

"Take off your clothes too!"

Hearing the man's command, the woman shook her head, as if she hadn't agreed beforehand. The man immediately swept his leg across her, pinning her down, and removed her bathrobe.

At this point, the woman seemed resigned and took off her panties herself, leaving swimsuit marks on her body, but those were from the lamplight, not sunlight. Judging from her appearance, she might be a fashion model; she looked to be only around twenty years old. Comparing herself to such a young woman, and being manipulated by a man, Mieko forgot her own position and felt indignant at the man's plan. But any resistance would only please the man; she felt like a pitiful fish

caught in a net, encountering a truly terrifying man. At this moment, for some reason, Mieko began to doze off. She didn't know how long she slept, but she woke up when she felt a feather blanket covering her. Something wet brushed against her blurry eyes, feeling very comfortable. She realized the object rubbing against her face was a woman's tongue; it was because saliva had wet her face. Asaki, wearing a mask, cruelly observed Mieko.

Knowing that her mother, Kano, had set a clever trap to use Yamao to sell Mieko's body, Maki was terrified by her mother's obsession, and she herself had been forced into it. She assumed Mieko would discover the trap and either accuse Yamao or become his companion. But when Yamao said he had already agreed to spend the night with a guest, Maki truly didn't understand Mieko.

Did Mieko know it was a trap, yet use it as an opportunity to play with men? She had an elegant face, but did she have lustful blood in her veins? Otherwise, even a married woman threatened with a car accident wouldn't be so obedient to a man.

Yamao praised Mieko highly, saying she was like an angel. Meaning, any man who slept with Mieko would be taken to heaven. Since Mieko was willing to spend the night with a man, Maki wanted to see for herself whether she was an angel or a prostitute pretending to be one. So, through Ayumi, she negotiated with the client, and Maki herself also spent the night, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother. Thinking she could see through the man, Maki also spent the night, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother.

She miscalculated; she hadn't expected to be drawn into this strange game herself. But now it was too late for regrets; now she only needed to see for herself whether Mieko was an angel or a prostitute.

Maki extended her fiery tongue from the crack in the mask and licked Mieko's mons pubis.

The man lifted Mieko's buttocks and placed them on Maki's face. The soft flesh of her buttocks clamped tightly around Maki's face. She appeared weak and listless, as if in a coma, but it's possible that Mieko was actually enjoying this game. The

fact that she simply turned her face away slightly without any attempt to prevent it when her labia were exposed is perhaps the best evidence.

The man slowly sipping whiskey beside her said to Mieko, "You're bisexual, aren't you?"

"What bisexual...?"

"It's this, something I found in your purse that's so rare." The man was waving a roughly 30-centimeter-long dildo in front of Mieko's face. Both ends were identical to a man's glans; it was a dildo used by homosexuals.

"That lewd thing isn't mine."

"But I found it in your purse."

"That's outrageous..."

She was angry, but from Maki's eyes, Mieko's gaze at the dildo seemed filled with curiosity.

The man put the belt around Maki's waist, attached the dildo, and inserted one end into Maki's vagina, leaving the other end outside, creating a strange feeling of becoming a man.

Maki straddled Mieko, the man spreading her legs as if commanding Maki to penetrate him. However, Maki still hesitated. This was about to violate her foster husband's wife. Although it was a dildo, she was the one controlling it; one could say she had given the dildo life.

She lifted her buttocks off Mieko, and the man, displeased, twisted them while forcefully pressing down. Even against his will, Maki was now in a state of raping Mieko.

The man commanded Maki to thrust. As Maki slowly moved, the man grabbed her buttocks. Sensing something unusual, Maki tried to turn around and saw something that struck her as odd: the man's penis. Maki reached behind her to try and block it, struggling to twist her naked body, but this resistance was futile and only affected Mieko, who was still attached to him.

"Ah...uh..." Mieko's eyes rolled back, her upper body arching backward as she felt the impact of her impending rupture.

Unable to prevent the enormous penis from penetrating her anus, Maki's twisting of her hips was also ineffective. She was now simultaneously raping Mieko and having her own anus violated by the man.

"How is it? Feeling good, right? You two should both enjoy it to the fullest, wiggle your hips back and forth, left and right, do whatever you want."

Without the man saying anything, both women's vaginas were already soaking wet, to varying degrees, but both were flowing with vaginal fluid from their arousal. The fluids merged after they separated, repeating this over and over.

Maki felt a little relieved thinking that while she was raping Mieko, she was also being raped.

"Ah...so much...so much..."

Maki also leaked a lot, the combined vaginal fluids making the dildo even more slippery.

Not knowing who would reach orgasm first, Maki felt she might be first, so she quickened the pace of her thrusts. Mieko, seemingly unwilling to give in, quickened her pace to match the rhythm. Maki gritted her teeth, enduring the double penetration from behind, pushing her close to her limit.

The intense sensation in her anus made Maki scream, the thought of potential bleeding flashing through her mind, an image of a blood-stained penis appearing.

Now, the three were like frenzied beasts. Mieko suddenly arched her back, forcefully pushing against Maki, experiencing a dizzying climax in that instant, her lower body beginning to spasm.

"Ah… I'm coming… Good… Thrust harder… Ah…"

After a series of screams, she lay still, like a peacock shot through the air, wings outstretched, panting.

At that moment, the man inserted his erect penis into Mieko's mouth. Maki couldn't bear to watch and turned her gaze away. But Mieko didn't refuse; instead, she made sucking sounds.

At that moment, Maki felt she saw Mieko's true face clearly—she was a prostitute pretending to lure men to paradise.

The man turned Mieko's body over and inserted his wet penis into her anus. The two of them wriggled together for a while.

Maki wanted to remove her mask and show Mieko her face, but was it necessary? Mieko was innocent; the guilty ones were Maki herself and her mother, Kano.

She fell asleep sometime later, and when she woke up, she didn't see the masked woman. The man beside her, his limp penis exposed, was snoring loudly.

Before dawn, Mieko left the hotel, walking like a sleepwalker. The intense torment seemed to have affected her mentally, yet strangely, she felt neither humiliation nor sadness. Mieko waited

for the first train at the station, sitting on a bench. There was no one around. As she dozed off, she heard a phone ring. She couldn't see the phone on the platform; it must be her imagination. Perhaps it was Takefusa calling home every morning, and since no one answered, he might have called her parents' house instead.

Not knowing how her mother would answer, perhaps Daichi would expose all the past lies. She'd deal with that then. Exhausted, Mieko didn't want to think about such things. Returning home, she immediately made a recorded call. She heard a man's voice, but it wasn't Mutou's. Listening to the voice coming from the recorder, Mieko sobbed uncontrollably.

The

recorded voice was from Akira, calling from Tokyo. He said he had returned from Los Angeles a month ago and was currently busy setting up a consulting firm. The man's voice was energetic and his tone firm.

Mieko almost forgot the voice came from the recording, creating the sweet illusion that Akira was speaking directly to her. 'Teacher hasn't forgotten me after all…' Thinking this, her past worries vanished like rain after a storm.

After apologizing for the long separation, Akira asked for her help with something: a party he was holding at Kaisha no Kosei, and he wanted her to attend. He didn't want such a formal invitation. Mieko longed to go to Tokyo to see Akira immediately. While showering, her heart pounded with tears.

Was this a cruel twist of fate? Since he returned to Japan a month ago, why didn't he call immediately? He was completely different a month ago. And who called to tell him he was married? Perhaps Jingyan called his parents' home, and his mother answered and told him that Mieko was married. If so, his mother already knew Jingyan had returned to Japan a month ago, so why didn't she tell him?

His mother knew about Mieko and Jingyan's relationship. But in that month, Mieko's fate underwent a drastic, irreversible change.

The party was scheduled for Saturday night, five days later, at the Phoenix Hall of the Tenno Brothers Grand Hotel in Shinjuku.

After leaving the bathroom, Mieko quickly put on makeup and sat in front of the phone, unsure what to do. She longed to hear Jingyan's voice directly, to speak to him, even if she cried, it wouldn't matter. But her biggest fear was that he would demand to see her now; she lacked the confidence to control herself, and knew she would betray her husband if they met. This was different from the situation when she was threatened by Tianfu into prostitution.

Mieko couldn't bear it any longer. She picked up the phone, her heart pounding, like a young girl confessing her love to her boyfriend for the first time—a painful tension.

The phone rang twelve times, but Jingyan didn't answer. Mieko prepared evidence of her actions and took a taxi to her parents' house. If Wuteng called, she would need to coordinate with her mother.

Shin was sunbathing in the yard, feeling much better than she had imagined. No call came from Takeo, but a call came from Akira – it was indeed her mother. That night, Mieko slept with her mother.

Her mother was a woman of few words, and even less talkative, a trait she had maintained since her youth. Her mother and Takeo were from the same generation. Mieko remembered that long after Shin's death, she had casually remarked that Takeo and her mother were an ideal couple. Although her mother immediately denied it and scolded Mieko, Mieko often wondered if her mother might have liked Takeo.

When Mieko got married, her mother gave her a hydrangea-patterned kimono, seemingly concealing a secret between her mother and Muto. On the day Muto returned from his trip, Mieko proactively put on her chastity belt and greeted her husband in bed.

"You've always worn this?"

"Yes." The pleasure of lying brought a radiant smile to Mieko's face.

"Then...it must be very inconvenient."

Only three days after leaving, Muto looked at Mieko with fresh eyes.

"What will you do then?"

"When?"

"When you pee. Women and men are different; it sprays, so some will get on you, right?"

"So-so... I'll figure something out."

The husband seemed to be imagining Mieko urinating.

"And poop?"

"You!" Mieko stopped her husband from asking further: "It's... holding it in... it's... this..." a vague answer.

"That's not good; it'll hurt your health." Taketo immediately went to the bedside table to get the key.

"Turn off the light; it'll embarrass me."

"Silly girl, you can't open the lock in the dark!"

Helpless, Mieko left only the bedside lamp on. In the dim light, she lifted her nightgown, revealing her pubic area, protected by the foreign object, looking as if she were having difficulty breathing. Taketo deliberately made it seem difficult to open, observing and playing with it as he went.

The thong-like leather part subtly stimulated her sensitive perineum and anus, causing Mieko to involuntarily gasp and wriggle her hips. This was a game only couples could play; with others, it would become a game of humiliation and victimhood.

Finally, he removed the chastity belt from Mieko's genitals, feeling a strange emptiness. Although it had only been half a day, perhaps she had already become somewhat accustomed to it.

"Men are so inconvenient. On nights during our travels, I get hard so many times."

"Ah, what a pity..." Mieko wanted to say, but then felt it wasn't something a newlywed woman should say, so she didn't. Although it had only been six months, the love between the couple was subtly changing every day.

Feeling sorry for her husband who was unaware of her infidelity, she deliberately left her travel kimono in front of the wardrobe as if to air it out, which indeed caught Mutou's attention.

"Mieko, did you go out?"

"Yes, to see Mom... but an old gentleman nearby mistook me for Mom... How could he think I'm that old? No, Mom is still very beautiful."

Mieko felt she was a good liar; her previous words were a fabricated story to test Muto's feelings. After telling a big lie, she would carelessly tell a small one.

Muto, probably tired from traveling, yawned repeatedly. She was determined to get her husband's permission to see Akira, but he had just returned and she was too embarrassed to ask. Her husband knew nothing about Akira, so she didn't need to care, but her conscience still bothered her.

"Miko, look." A short while later, Taketo pulled open the front of his pajamas, revealing his erect penis to Miiko's face.

She had been a little flustered, thinking he would be tired and wouldn't make any advances that night. Miiko didn't know that men could also experience heightened libido when tired. Helpless, she pinched the swollen glans between her thumb and forefinger. Her husband sighed, then grasped it with both hands, closed his eyes, and gently touched it with his lips… His penis trembled, as if he had fully recovered. She opened her mouth and took it to the base, her throat touched.

Taketo seemed to move with confidence. Miiko's tongue licked the urethra of his penis, then curled her tongue around it.

Mieko was just imitating casually, but Taketo was surprised. He wondered when she could play the trumpet so smoothly… Before the trip, she would never lick it with her tongue even if she held it in her mouth, and when she made a sucking sound, Mieko used to look embarrassed. But tonight, Mieko was smiling and busy sucking, a big change. After getting used to it with her husband, a newlywed wife probably wouldn't feel ashamed anymore, and her desire would increase.

Taketo tried to put his buttocks on his wife's face. At that moment, Mieko made a pushing motion, but Taketo continued to press down. Her high, beautiful nose touched Taketo's perineum, making it difficult for him to breathe, but she didn't say no. However, her breathing gradually became rapid, and Mieko's breath felt very comfortable against his anus.

Taketo boldly pressed his anus against Mieko's nostrils and twisted it forcefully. Even so, Mieko didn't show any resistance; instead, she seemed to be eagerly caressing her husband's genitals.

Taketo couldn't understand how Mieko could be so bold. His newlywed wife was making such progress in lovemaking; as a husband, he should be happy. Taketo's feelings were complicated.

"Ah...I want it." Mieko finally made the request, "I want it faster...I can't hold back anymore."

"I'll cum, okay?"

"No, not inside me."

"What do you mean inside me?"

"Ah...you want me to say it...okay...I'll say it...not inside my vagina." Mieko clearly said things she wouldn't normally say.

Muto moved his buttocks, which were on Mieko's face, downwards, and thrust his erect penis all the way in. Mieko raised her buttocks high to receive it. There was a feeling of complete union, like a famous sword being sheathed. Mieko responded actively as Muto continued to thrust. Skillfully using varying degrees of pressure, she would clench her fists tightly when Muto stopped thrusting, urging him on.

In the past, Mieko lacked the sensual atmosphere to enjoy intercourse, but now she did. Thinking of this, Muto exploded, clearly feeling the hot semen flowing through her penis. For some reason, Mieko lifted her buttocks at that moment.

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* *Mieko left Kyoto the afternoon before the party.* Later, Taketo drove her to the station, and even asked a tailor he knew to quickly make her a dress for that day.

After that, while her husband was away, she called Tokyo to discuss the details with Akira. Therefore, she already knew the hotel room number, the time of the party, and that there would be about 150 attendees.

Akira picked her up at Tokyo Station in a Mercedes-Benz, his white suit making him stand out like a celebrity. Akira had gained a certain air of elegance, and his appearance appeared more robust. As soon as he sat down in the assistant's seat, Akira embraced and kissed Mieko, instantly erasing the six-year gap in their relationship.

The hotel room offered a view of Tokyo's nightscape.

"Go to the rooftop garden to dry off after your shower," Akira said gently to Mieko, like a honeymooner.

In contrast to the cheerful Akira, Mieko became increasingly quiet. Akira was indeed still single; when Mieko revealed she was married, Akira seemed surprisingly nonchalant. Mieko felt deflated; she had expected him to scold her for breaking their vows and for not waiting for him to return. She

recalled how Akira, even as an associate professor, rarely revealed his true feelings, always keeping things secret. But Mieko felt she had no right to criticize Akira now.

Akira stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and whispered something. Mieko, lost in a brief moment of happiness, didn't quite catch what he said.

"What did you just say?"

"Um… I hope you're not angry… I'm still too embarrassed to say it."

"Saying it like that wouldn't sound like a teacher. Just say it clearly. I'll do anything I can."

Indeed, if Akira said they should jump off a building together, she would jump with him.

Akira took a big gulp of beer and said forcefully, "I want you to be my temporary wife."

For a moment, Mieko didn't understand what he meant.

"I just want you to be my wife for one day tomorrow, is that not okay?"

These words caused Mieko's lust to crumble like a dam breaking. Six years of pent-up desire surged forth, overwhelming both of their rationality. Akira hugged Mieko tightly as if caught in a tornado, and Mieko's body collapsed onto the bed. It

looked almost like rape, but Mieko knew it wasn't, because she saw tears falling from the man's eyes.

He quickly removed her dress, bra, and stockings. Mieko, of course, felt no resistance; in fact, she actively cooperated with Akira's undressing. Now, only lust and her love for Akira occupied Mieko's mind. This feeling made her take off her panties herself.

But for some reason, Jingyan pulled away her hand that was about to remove them, pressed her lips to her mouth, and kissed the thin silk fabric, stained with sweat and honey, a light blue pattern with small raindrops.

"Let me take them off..."

"No, this is fine..."

"But, it's dirty."

It seemed she liked this kind of dirty stuff. Driven mad by lust, the man took the thin cloth covering her labia into his mouth and began to suck.

Mieko thought she was saying it aloud, but only her mouth moved. And Mieko wrapped her arms tightly around Akira's neck, forcefully thrusting her lower body to meet him.

Akira's trembling hands gripped the double-layered fabric of her panties, tearing it forcefully.

"Ah..." The thin cloth made a crisp sound, revealing a vertical tear, momentarily exposing pale pink vulva flesh. The man's fingers caressed her petals, making a squelching sound. Mieko's vagina was as wet as a flood, Akira's fingers like a small boat rushing through a river.

Mieko felt dizzy. Akira's caresses made her tremble all over, unable to control her frenzied excitement. The fierce penis broke through her panties and went straight into her vagina, bringing in the torn end of the panties, giving Mieko a feeling as if a sharp blade was digging into her. It felt like her flesh would be cut open, and her vagina would fill with oil. It was a feeling of fear that made Mieko drown in a sweet sensual world.

She didn't even know when she came. Akira looked down at the peacock he had shot into. The peacock spread its wings and didn't move as if it were dead. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

[Complete]

Gang Rape of Sister-in-Law (Part 1)

Mieko suspects how Tadao knows her husband isn't home. Tadao always calls while Taketo is at the underground work site. Each time, Mieko tries to refuse, but Tadao understands the art of intimidation; his tone is never threatening, yet he gets Mieko no choice but to agree.

Most importantly, Mieko doesn't verbally refuse outright, but deep down, she harbors a curiosity and a lewd anticipation of what kind of man she'll encounter this time. The fact that she enjoys thinking about what to wear and what hairstyle to get every time she goes out is the best proof of this.

After receiving Tianfu's call, she unconsciously thought about what kind of man it was this time, and a sweet feeling welled up inside her.

Her work as a hostess at simple fashion shows or tea ceremony tool demonstrations has recently become more exciting and pleasurable, involving dangerous relationships with strange men. Even the man who humiliated her like a horse in the Pauline Gorge—a few days later, she strangely finds herself missing him.

Yesterday, Tianfu seemed to have timed his call perfectly to confirm when Shogo went to shower.

"Madam, you might have to stay there this time. The guests are business executives; they might be helpful to your business, so please keep them company." The caller said unilaterally, giving Mieko no chance to refuse.

After hanging up, Mieko sighed deeply, but the expression she saw in the mirror was charmingly smiling.

There seemed to be another woman in the mirror. To confirm the woman's appearance, Mieko vigorously rubbed the mirror. There must be a woman in the mirror, seemingly older than Mieko but also alluring and captivating. When Mieko realized this woman's phantom, she asked her what to do.

"What does it matter? All sorts of men will enrich your experience. And you seem quite pleased, I can tell from your expression," Phantom mocked Mieko.

The sound of Taketo climbing the stairs brought Mieko back to her senses. Taketo had recently shown signs of becoming increasingly arrogant, seemingly more proactive at work as a result. He wanted to have sex with his younger wife, searching everywhere for traditional Chinese medicine or oral liquids, even relying on injections.

Mieko felt uncomfortable at the sight of syringes, so seeing Taketo inject himself after showering annoyed her, finding it unnecessary.

Perhaps noticing Mieko's attitude, Taketo said after her shower, "This medicine is very effective for beauty," and injected himself into her thigh.

However, the opposite happened; it wasn't Mutou who experienced the effect, but Mieko, causing her newlywed body to become hot and itchy.

When Mieko woke up this morning, she felt something different in her lower abdomen than usual, a strange pressure, as if something like a band was constricting her crotch, making movement difficult. Carefully reaching down to touch her lower abdomen, she discovered a thick leather band covering her pubic mound and buttocks; the pubic hair and vulva she should have been able to touch were nowhere to be seen. Startled

, she got up and hurriedly opened the front of her nightgown to look. Mieko was stunned. A black leather band, about ten centimeters wide, was wrapped around her waist, and below it, something like a mask covered her crotch. Seeing that the band was secured with a lock, she realized it was a chastity belt.

It must have been Taketo's doing. Last night, because he could finally rest during the trip, Taketo drank a few extra drinks, and he also had Mieko keep him company. So that was his scheme to put a chastity belt on Mieko while she slept.

But what did Taketo mean by putting such an ancient thing on her?

Just imagining her husband putting a chastity belt on her genitals while she slept made Mieko's face burn. He must have looked closely, stroked her pubic hair with his fingers, perhaps pulled back the foreskin, played with her clitoris like a small fleshy ball, maybe even licked it with his tongue. As

she fantasized like this, a whirlwind seemed to sweep through her mind, and she couldn't help but shake her head, trying to banish those delusions.

Every morning, Taketo would get up very early and go for a jog by the river whenever the weather was nice. He had already gone out this morning.

Mieko sighed and looked at the chastity belt on her lower abdomen in the mirror. Knowing it was useless, she still wiggled her hips a few times, trying to see if she could take it off.

At that moment, Mieko suddenly wondered if Taketo had discovered her secret and was putting this on her before the trip as a warning.

Just then, Taketo returned, sitting at the dining table with a perfectly normal expression, and secretly smiled when he saw Mieko bring him some toast.

"I'm in trouble."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb... this is too restrictive."

"What's restrictive?" Muto was still feigning ignorance.

Mieko came to her husband, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and stuck out her lower abdomen.

"What does it matter? You look beautiful like this."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks... this prank is too much."

"But you already know, don't you?"

"No, because I'm already asleep."

"No, I meant the chastity belt thing."

Mieko, of course, couldn't answer; Muto wanted coffee.

"It took me a lot of effort to get you dressed."

"But this isn't good..." Mieko wanted to say "It's inconvenient to pee," but felt embarrassed and didn't say it.

"You mean it's inconvenient to pee? Don't worry about that, there's a hole there, want to try?" Takeo put down the cup and tried to stand up.

"No, I don't want to."

"It's okay, I'll do it for you, come on!" He forcefully pulled Mieko's hand, trying to lead her to the toilet.

At this moment, Mieko suddenly felt that Takeo had been pretending to go jogging that morning, hiding in the next room watching her movements in front of the mirror. Mieko plopped down on a kitchen chair, watching Muto's tears with a sorrowful gaze. Half of it was real, half an act, a test to see what Muto would glean.

"Lift your skirt and show me."

"No, please take it off quickly, the tour bus is coming soon, please hurry!"

Seeing his pleading wife, Muto's squinting eyes said happily, "Just three days."

"What do you mean just three days? It's too much to keep doing this until you get back from your trip!" This time, she truly cried, lamenting that she couldn't properly care for her mother's illness.

"Hey, it has nothing to do with caring for her illness. But you won't shower, the belt is so tight you can't breathe, it's even life-threatening," Taketo said seemingly indifferently.

At this moment, Mieko came up with a plan: to excite him, she would have sex with him before he left.

Seeing his wife like this, Taketo already showed signs of arousal, constantly stroking the front of his pants, the part concealing his bulge.

"Ah, I can't hold it in anymore, please, I can't take it anymore."

This action wasn't about the pain of urinating, but rather an exaggerated display of intense sensuality, while she tightly hugged Muto.

"Which one?"

"What, which one?"

"Is it urinating, or wanting to have sex?"

"Ah...you say such things! What sex? It's urinating...ah...I can't hold it in..." Deliberately mentioning sex or urination, Mieko ran into the toilet.

As expected, Muto squatted in front of her, watching Mieko urinate until the last drop was expelled.

"Wipe me clean." She thrust her lower abdomen forward, hugging Muto's shoulders tightly, letting out a sweet moan.

Muto inserted two fingers into her opening, making lewd sounds as they entered her fleshy cavity.

"Ah...it's still wet..."

"Wipe it clean inside...ah...right there, it feels so...so good..."

Muto's trousers bulged high.

"Darling..." Her fingers moved wildly inside her fleshy cavity, and Mieko herself pulled open the front of her top, revealing her breasts, which Muto immediately took into his mouth.

Muto pulled a metal object from his pocket; it must be the key to his chastity belt.

Just then, a young female shop assistant's voice came from the front door: "The tour bus has arrived!"

The tour bus carrying the group departed. Mieko hung a "Closed" sign on the door, closed it, and went back inside.

At that moment, she heard the phone ring. When she picked up the receiver, the call was disconnected without a word. Mieko felt the silent phone call seemed to be from a woman. If it was a woman, who could it be? It also seemed like one of Maki's pranks.

Perhaps unable to bear Mieko's pleas, Muto removed her chastity belt before departure.

There was still a long time before the time specified by Takao. Mieko felt a strong odor from her genitals and felt uncomfortable, so she decided to take a bath. I was really nervous, not knowing what the consequences would be.

It's been over six months since I got married, but this is the first time I've taken a morning shower. Although I don't have in-laws and don't have to worry about anyone, I still feel embarrassed since opening the shop. The building next door to the handbag shop is only a meter apart, but the light streaming in through the window makes it feel like summer.

The chastity belt that used to cling to my lower abdomen has left marks, a faint purple from the mons pubis to the groin. It's not quite black yet, but I wonder if it will

disappear by the afternoon, otherwise it will be very inconvenient. This is a vow I made in my heart to my first love, Akira, but that vow is almost fading away. "Teacher, I'm sorry, it's all your fault for abandoning me for six years," Mieko said.

The feeling of being alone brought back memories of Akira's caresses for Mieko. She squeezed her breasts tightly in the water, the ripe fruit deforming, squeezing out thick, sticky fluid. Looking at her lower abdomen through the water, her pubic hair swayed like seaweed, surrounding two long, fleshy mounds. Perhaps due to her excitement, the mounds seemed to wriggle slightly, and tiny bubbles escaped from the narrow opening when she breathed deeply. At

this moment, Mieko was completely transported back to her past. Akira stood before her, demanding she reveal more, roughly spreading her thighs, the feeling of being forced satisfying her masochistic desires. It seemed Akira had seen through Mieko's masochistic tendencies from the very beginning. Right now, the more brutal and lewd her husband's actions, the stronger Mieko's sexual desire became. Mieko seemed to discover that being a wife meant becoming a woman who had matured sexually.

She boldly stretched out one hand in the water, parting her labia while simultaneously caressing her genitals. The intense self-mutilation caused a tingling sensation in her lower body, and she couldn't help but let out excited moans. Knowing she was alone at home, she wanted to indulge in her solitary erotic play.

"Teacher, look at me, I've become such a mature person. I want, I want Teacher's..."

She rubbed her breasts with her right hand and caressed her genitals with her other hand; the pleasure flowed from top to bottom, a more intense pleasure than Muto's impatient caresses.

Just before reaching her climax, Mieko staggered out of the bathroom, not even drying herself, and sat down in front of the wardrobe. She pulled open a drawer and took something wrapped in white cloth from under her clothes. It was a large pipe, the one Akira loved to use; she had asked him for it before he went to America. It had a black sheen, and the handle reminded her of Akira's penis. After dreaming of having sex with Akira, Mieko couldn't help but take this thing out and insert it into her vagina, masturbating while reminiscing about Akira. She had tried to avoid it since getting married, but sometimes she did it behind Muto's back.

She rubbed the head of the pipe against her clitoris, closed her eyes, and twisted her hips back and forth, imagining Akira's erect penis.

"Plop, plop, plop..." The thrusting made lewd sounds. These sounds further aroused Mieko's lust.

She thrust her hips forward, making sounds as she watched the object moving in and out of her lower body.

"Ah, teacher...that's good...teacher, deeper...I'm going to cum...teacher, hold me tight, let's cum together..." Mieko repeatedly called Akira's name, her wet body collapsing.

A ringing telephone snapped Mieko back to reality.

"Madam, it's me." It was Tadafu's voice. Mieko didn't speak.

"Before you go, there's something I need to give you. Meet me at 1:30 at the café at our usual wooden cabin."

"How did you know my husband went on a trip today?"

"He went on a trip? That's great! You can stay out comfortably tonight. See you at 1:30."

Tianfu didn't answer Mieko's question, simply stating the time before hanging up.

What did Tianfu give her? Mieko, while putting on her makeup, felt increasingly angry, realizing she'd fallen into a trap. "Madam, I'll take you to your ship by car, so you have plenty of time.

" From the café, Tianfu led her to a very messy building just a five-minute walk away. The first floor was a warehouse, and the second and third floors were rooms for rent.

Upon entering the room, Mieko asked, "Is there anything you need to give me?"

"It's this." Tadafu tossed an envelope with a bank logo onto Mieko's lap; inside were 100,000 yen in banknotes.

"What does this mean?"

"No need to ask, just put it away. You don't need to write a receipt."

"I can't take money without a reason."

"Heh heh, you're doing too well. It's that guy from Hozu Strait."

Mieko's eyebrows shot up, her body trembling with anger and humiliation: "That's so rude! What kind of person does he take me for!" She threw the envelope at him, tears streaming down her face in anger.

Mieko stood up, furious at the thought of being in the same room with this kind of man, but the door was already locked.

"Open the door, or I'll scream!"

"Madam, why did things suddenly turn out like this?" Tianfu came over and hugged Mieko from behind. "

Don't do this, or I'll end up serving a man for free." Mieko, of course, didn't know if the rate for three hours was 100,000 yen. But once she accepted this kind of dirty money, she might be forever entangled with this man.

Just then, the wooden veneer wall of the cubicle suddenly shook as if an earthquake had struck, and at the same time, she heard someone groaning. Mieko subconsciously listened carefully; the shaking was getting stronger and stronger.

"Hehe, the people next door are really going at it hard." Tianfu chuckled, pulling up the calendar hanging on the wall. "Madam, come here for a moment." He pressed Mieko's head against the wall.

Peeking through the tiny hole, only one centimeter in diameter, the lewd details, magnified like a close-up shot, appeared even more realistic. This was the first time in Mieko's life she had ever spied on someone else's sex.

"How about that? Pretty bold, huh?"

When Mieko tried to look away, Tianfu forcefully pressed her head down from behind, forcing her to peek.

The man and woman, their breaths ragged like two wild beasts entwined, shifted positions, the woman sometimes arching her hips high like a dog, urging the man to hurry.

When her nail-painted fingers parted her pale pink vulva, Mieko couldn't help but wriggle her hips.

The last time, in the grass of Hozu Gorge, when she clung to a tree trunk while a man penetrated her from behind, the humiliation made her tremble. But this woman was happily wriggling her hips, urging the man on. As the woman raised her hips higher, her perineum and vulva were fully visible. She caressed her genitals while wriggling her hips, thus seducing the man.

'Is this a woman's true nature...? If it were Akira, I would do the same...' Mieko suddenly felt envious of this woman, and longed to see what kind of man could elicit such a reaction from her.

At that moment, the man inserted a cigarette into the woman's vagina. Mieko could barely breathe, mistakenly thinking he was inserting the lit end.

Mieko had become completely absorbed in their game, watching intently. She wasn't disturbing anyone. Being men and women, they simply used their sensual organs to indulge in maximum pleasure.

Feeling a slight coolness on her buttocks, she unconsciously reached up to touch them, only to find her kimono had been lifted up to her waist. Yamao gently caressed the young, glossy buttocks. The silent,

pre-arranged scene continued. Yamao's hand slipped between her legs, stroking the cleft from behind.

"Stop! No!" Mieko thought she could say that, but she only sighed.

At that moment, Yamao waved several photos in front of Mieko: "You remember this, right? Can you do this to me too?"

The secretly taken photos were of her being raped by that man in the bushes of Hozu Gorge. This man must have been stalking her and taking the photos. Mieko's face turned pale with humiliation and resentment; her resistance completely vanished. Taking advantage of Yamao's inattention, Mieko snatched the photos from his hand and tore them to shreds.

"Tearing it up won't help, there's still the negative."

"Are you trying to scare me?"

"No..."

"You're despicable, what more do you want from me?!"

"Don't be angry, it's not very classy for a beautiful woman to throw a tantrum like this. I just saw you in the shop and wanted to sleep with you."

"So, you knew about me before the car accident...?"

Mieko saw the embarrassed look on Tadafu's face as he accidentally let it slip. Just as she was about to press him further, Tadafu pounced on her, pushed her down, and stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth. Mieko struggled, but her body was weak, and she slowly lost consciousness…

Gang Rape of Sister-in-Law (Part 2)

Yamao looked at his beautiful prey lying below, contemplating how to toy with her. He hadn't wanted to use a sleeping potion; it would have been better to have sex with her with her consent. Even without Kano's orders, he had long wanted to play with this beautiful young woman to his heart's content.

Every time Kano gave him a note with her membership number and name, saying she was a guest this time, Yamao outwardly obeyed, but inwardly he felt hatred and jealousy, truly wanting to kill Kano. And he was waiting for the opportunity to get his hands on Mieko, and today was it.

If Kano found out, she would at least cut off one of his fingers; for a man who lived off a woman, this was a life-or-death act.

He considered himself adept at manipulating women, yet he found it difficult to act on women he loved.

Pulling aside Miko's kimono, he saw her beautiful body and smelled her luxurious perfume. A slightly intoxicated feeling washed over him; his penis was already erect. He thought it would be nice to ejaculate by hand first, but if he were to immediately insert his excited penis into her alluring vagina, it would surely explode. But he had to wait; he had other things to do and didn't have much time.

He took off his trousers and underwear, touched his penis a few times, then stopped and put on a condom. He still wanted sex, and he longed to make the woman feel needed, to hear her say sweet words. Standing in a slave's position, Ame had never been asked sweet things by women; usually, he was the one trying to please them. First, he lay down next to Mieko and kissed her. Even so, Yamao's heart pounded, as if it were his first time having sex with a woman.

After kissing her lips, he moved on to her nipples. Although the areolas surrounding her nipples were relatively small, the nipples themselves were surprisingly large and dark in color. Yamao attributed this to her husband's nightly suckling and felt a strange pang of jealousy.

After her breasts, he finally began to admire her lower abdomen. Seeing Mieko's naked body, Yamao couldn't help but swallow hard. He had never seen such a beautiful, smooth, and white body. He truly couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman was constantly offered to men; what was Kano's motive? It wasn't like Mieko had lost her position as his wife, so why was Kano so crazy?

Revealing her snow-white teeth from her slightly parted red lips, Tadafu suppressed his intense lust and decided to savor the pleasure of sucking her tongue. He removed the condom he had just put on, straddled Mieko's head, grasped his penis, and gently touched the head of his penis to her red lips. The sensitive head slid in and touched her teeth, rubbing back and forth four or five times. She slightly parted her teeth, revealing the tip of her tongue. Tadafu immediately seized the opportunity to insert his penis, but dared not move immediately, fearing that Mieko would regain consciousness and bite it off. He carefully and slowly inserted it, gently moving his penis within the beautiful woman's lips. Looking down, the red lips seemed like exquisite genitals.

Her vulva was like two beautiful petals, perfectly shaped, thick and a vibrant purplish-red. The clitoris, hidden above the labia, quickly peeked out from under the foreskin when touched, as if begging for it… Would

such an elegant and virtuous woman really desire a man's penis?

Tadao felt disgusted with being Kano's slave. A man can't get an erection without the desire, but Kano, driven by lust, disregarded Tadao's physical state, demanding intercourse anytime, anywhere. After a while, the beautiful woman before him was wet, ready for intercourse at any moment. Her face, body, and genitals were all exceptionally beautiful.

Looking at Mieko's genitals, Tadahiro inserted two fingers, making obscene wet sounds, feeling a membrane clamping his fingers.

Mieko regained consciousness midway, but by then, the enormous penis was already inside her. Raped! Thinking this, Mieko immediately tried with all her might to push the man off her. But her strength was weak, and she even felt a desire for him to thrust harder.

In her not-quite-conscious state, Mieko mistook Tadahiro for Akira: "You're so good... right there... thrust harder... teacher..." She slightly raised her buttocks, squeezing the man's shaft tightly, repeatedly calling out the name of her beloved man in her mind.

Kibune could be considered Kyoto's red-light district, but also its most upscale entertainment area. Located upstream of the Kamo River, near Kurama Mountain, it boasts over twenty restaurants and inns serving Western cuisine.

Mieko sat in the passenger seat of the Audi driven by Ayumi, looking anxiously at the stream reflected in the sunset.

In the filthy little room without a bathroom or toilet, although she had been deceived, she was still angry at her own trusting nature after being humiliated for two hours by this despicable intimidator. And strangely, whenever she wore the kimono her mother had given her, something would inevitably happen. Her husband, Taketo, the secretary to the politician, and Ayumi would all sexually assault her, fueled by lust.

Could the man waiting for her at the restaurant on the ship tonight be the same?

At that moment, Mieko thought that the tour bus Muto and the employees were on might be crossing the Seto Ohashi Bridge. Although it was a short three-day, two-night trip, to be honest, she could finally relax because her husband wasn't home.

Just then, Yasuo screamed and slammed on the brakes. In the headlights, he saw a wild animal scurrying into the hay, probably a small fox. Thankfully, it hadn't been run over. Mieko touched her chest, not wanting to commit any unnecessary killing. Yasuo

turned off the air conditioning, opened the window slightly, lit a cigarette, and listened to the sound of the stream flowing down the slope. Just as Mieko opened the car door, hoping to breathe in some fresh air, Yasuo suddenly grabbed her, threw his cigarette out the window, and pressed himself against the resisting Mieko.

He reclined the seat, and Mieko lay on her back. As her legs struggled, something flowed from her vagina. The violent man's hand touched that area.

"Hehehe, so you're already soaking wet!"

Yasuo's body entered between Mieko's legs. Mieko had almost no strength to resist, and the scent left by Yasuo, exactly like poppy blossoms, emanated from her vagina.

Yasuo pulled his trousers and underwear down halfway, revealing his engorged penis, and used his full weight to thrust deeply into her.

Mieko tried to push up the man's chest from below, but her breasts were pressed against her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. Yasufu's buttocks began to rise and fall, and tears streamed down Mieko's face. She thought she was being quiet, but her sobs shook the car.

"Go ahead and rape me. I'm going to tell the customers," Mieko said between sobs.

Yasufu stopped thrusting at that moment. Mieko's words caused his penis to shrivel, and he reluctantly withdrew, wiping it with a handkerchief before pushing Mieko out of the car.

"We're almost there. Let's walk."

They walked along the stream for five minutes and saw the sign for the teahouse ahead.

The maid led her to a private room, divided into Japanese and Western-style rooms, with a cliff covered in dense trees behind it, and a river at the end of the corridor. A

black suit jacket and underwear lay scattered beside a low table; the man had probably gone to take a shower. Just as she was wondering whether to put them on the hanger, she heard a loud cough, and a tall man in a bathrobe entered.

Every time this happened, Mieko didn't know how to make small talk; nothing she said seemed appropriate.

The man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, examined Mieko's body as he sat down at the low table. As if waiting for this moment, he immediately brought in a lavish fish dish and steak, accompanied by Napoleon and other wines.

"Why don't you change into a bathrobe too? Don't be so nervous, I'm not going to eat you up. Would you like to take a shower first?"

Unexpectedly, the man said something very considerate, so Mieko decided to take a shower first.

She quickly took off her kimono in the small outer room. At that moment, the man took out some documents from his bag and glanced in their direction. Afraid he would rush at her, Mieko changed into her bathrobe and left the room.

The bathroom was a steam room. This was probably a private bathroom in the annex; there were no other guests. It was less than two tsubo (approximately 3.3 square meters), with a very ordinary floor. The room was a changing room, and a note on the wall read, "Please wear the bathrobe here."

'Do I have to wear a special bathrobe to take a shower…' Mieko stood in front of the mirror and unfolded the special bathrobe.

"Oh! What's this?"

The yukata was far below the knees, and it had a hole at the buttocks, completely exposing her bottom. Mieko found it amusing that men seemed to enjoy seeing women wearing such lewd clothing. However, a man who seemed serious wasn't necessarily a playful womanizer.

After splashing herself in water, she went to the nearby rock bath and saw several small fish swimming in it.

"Are these fish not afraid of hot water...?" When she tried to get some hot water, she realized it was a cold water pool, and then she remembered that the steam bath was meant to be alternating between hot and cold water.

Mieko seemed to want to wash away the dirt that Tadafu had soiled her body. She inserted her fingers deep into her vagina, and as she parted her labia, she felt a slight swelling inside, as if due to increased blood flow. This also happened after excessive masturbation; even her clitoris turned red. The thought of another man's penis in this sensitive place… she desperately wanted to escape. The steam room was behind a wooden door, which she locked to prevent men from entering.

The strong heat and the smell of steamed straw made her sweat quickly. Mieko felt uneasy, trapped in a confined space.

Lying on the straw mat, there were two ceramic pillows, which seemed to hold special meaning. Would anyone have sex in a place like this? Mieko, who resembled her mother with heart problems, felt short of breath within five minutes.

Just then, she heard footsteps outside the wooden door. Was it that man? Or some other customer? She wanted to get out, but her buttocks were completely exposed, making it impossible.

At that moment, Mieko thought of herself lying there, like a bubble girl in a magazine. She quickly got up and knelt properly. At that moment, as if symbolizing her lingering affection, residue flowed from the opening. Mieko inserted her fingers and kept digging out what was inside. She didn't expect to experience a tingling, itchy sensation in her lower body. She had a habit since her teenage years of standing in front of a mirror, pulling open her clothes and playing with her nipples. This habit stemmed from seeing her mother rubbing her nipples against the mirror after bathing, a practice she developed by imitating her mother's actions.

Hearing a knock at the door, the naked Mieko tensed. Another knock, and when she opened the wooden door, a man stood there. As Mieko lowered her head to leave, the man stopped her, his dark red penis provocatively displayed in front of her short yukata. Even though she tried to avoid looking, her eyes were glued to it.

"How's it going? The Japanese sauna is nice, isn't it?" he said, pushing her shoulder to lie down with him.

Mieko couldn't stand the heat and said "I'm sorry," trying to leave.

"What's the matter? Keep me company."

He grabbed her arm and easily twisted it, knocking Mieko down.

"Please, not in a place like this… ah…"

"It's the same everywhere. Sex is more enjoyable in stimulating places. Spread your legs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man quickly removed Mieko's yukata, raising her legs and completely exposing her genitals.

The pain of her back rubbing against the straw mat, her skin feeling like it was about to burst, made Mieko scream. She hugged her knees tightly, trying to prevent the man from playing with her breasts, but lying on her back with her legs raised, she couldn't escape his lustful gaze. Her perineum, with even her anus exposed, seemed to yearn for the man's tongue and fingers to caress it, becoming wet

and glistening. Suddenly, the man adopted a 96 position. His lips sucked on her vulva from below, then slowly moved upwards, gently sucking on her clitoris. His fingers continuously stroked her vulva; sweat, nectar, and steam created a peculiar aroma.

At this moment, Mieko only wanted to escape this sweltering hell; that was the only thought in her mind. Yet her body desperately craved even a little penetration.

The man's genitals swayed back and forth against Mieko's burning face. Mieko stuck out her tongue and licked the opening of the glans, then grasped the base of the penis with her hand, moving her mouth back and forth. The man calmly observed Mieko's conflicted expression, sucking even harder on the opening.

"Ah...uh..." A wave of pleasure washed over her, making her brain feel numb, and Mieko couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't it good? Want me to lick you again?"

The man got up and this time grabbed Mieko's buttocks, wanting her to ride on his lap. Mieko didn't want the man to see her expression when she reached orgasm; only Akira was the one she forgot everything and exposed herself to. So Mieko resisted, and the man pretended to release her, then suddenly pushed her down from behind. Mieko tightened her buttock muscles to protect her anus. But this writhing only increased the man's interest.

Facing the ripe fruit, the man suppressed his desire to penetrate her, gently rubbing the head of his penis back and forth at the entrance.

"No...don't do that..."

"Then, what do you want?" The man wanted this elegant woman, Mieko, to utter lewd words.

"Spare me...I'm dying...ah..." "

Really?"

"No...I'm so hot I'm about to faint...let me out...get out of here..."

Her answer was the penetration of his penis. The man's thick, veiny penis had already entered her constantly contracting vagina.

The more refined and educated a woman is, the more she opposes bestial positions. But that was before intercourse. Once united, the masochistic feeling generated from this position would actually make the woman eagerly enjoy the pleasure, and this man understood this. He reached from behind to his chest and forcefully grabbed and rubbed her breasts. Mieko knew it was useless, but she still resisted desperately.

Insertion and withdrawal, then insertion again, then withdrawal again… This was the first time she had ever had intercourse like this.

At this point, Mieko had completely lost the will and strength to resist. Unable to endure it any longer, she felt a wave of dizziness. To Mieko, this fainting spell was a kind of relief.

"Relax a bit, you don't need to pour me any more wine."

Having been sweltering in the bathroom, and after resting for less than ten minutes on the rattan chair in the hallway, Mieko felt hungry.

There were no handcuffs or ropes binding her, but unseen chains bound Mieko both physically and mentally.

"Come to my side." He pulled the hesitant Mieko, cushion and all, towards him, and said in a commanding tone, "Unfasten your obi (belt), it'll be more comfortable that way."

"Don't do such cruel things."

"Cruel things…don't you like that?"

"How could I like it…well, anyway, I'm like a slave."

"A slave…a slave must completely obey." The man said as he unfastened his obi.

Mieko no longer resisted; the front of her yukata parted, revealing her breasts and lower abdomen.

"Take off your belt too."

"Fine, take it off for me."

Mieko roughly unbuckled the man's belt.

He probably weighed eighty kilograms; he had a very muscular build. Judging from his manner of speaking, just as Ayako had said, he seemed to be a high-ranking executive of a large corporation. Sitting cross-legged in the middle, his previously ferocious penis remained obediently there.

"You must really like men, right?" she said, placing ice cubes in a glass with a half-smile.

"Yes… I like them."

"You must… otherwise, a woman who isn't struggling financially wouldn't do something like this."

Mieko suddenly felt that this man might understand her situation and be willing to help.

"How about it? Why don't you tell me?"

"Are you just using this to kill time?"

"Haha, don't be so coy. If you don't want to talk, I won't force you." She couldn't continue the conversation there.

"By the way, has any pervert harassed you? Touched your butt, or stuck their fingers in there? I heard these days perverts are quite bold..."

The explicit question left Mieko speechless.

"You're the woman who turns men into sex addicts."

"I..."

"Yes, it's your soft body that looks so delicious."

The man suddenly embraced Mieko as he spoke. His body, weakened by alcohol, lacked strength, and his fingers immediately touched her clitoris, sliding into her vaginal opening.

"Don't be shy with your lower mouth either, eat it if you want."

It was because of this intention that he wanted Mieko to unbuckle her belt. Faced with this cunning man, Mieko was like a child, always being preempted by him no matter what she did.

When Mieko refused, the man withdrew his hand and licked it, making Mieko feel as if he were licking her own genitals.

"No!"

Mieko could no longer bear it when the fingers were inserted into her vagina. But the man held her tightly. What did men of this age see women as? Even her husband, Taketo, often used strange instruments to play with her. They spoke sweet words, but in reality, they wanted to play with her like women bought with money.

This time it was a grilled small fish. A five-centimeter-long piece of fish was inserted into the woman's vagina from the head. Mieko gasped in surprise, but the more tense she became, the tighter her vaginal opening clenched, like a live fish biting at her cervix.

"How does it taste? It's delicious, isn't it?"

"No! Take it away! That's too much..."

"Why cry? It's just for fun." The man said as he continued to play with her, letting the little fish go in and out of her fleshy hole.

Her glossy, snow-white body lay there, her hands bound behind her back. She had been lying there sighing as the man sorted through a thick stack of documents. The man put the documents marked "Confidential Classification" into his briefcase, carefully locked it, and turned to face Mieko. His swaying penis was exposed, and he began to caress Mieko's round buttocks.

"Please, I won't run away, please untie this strap."

"What you say is so cute, don't you have any experience of being tied up for sex?"

"Don't ask, let's untie it quickly."

"Actually, this suits you very well. Seeing the way you are tied up, my inner rod gets hard." As he said this, he shook his cock in front of Mieko.

In fact, this man rarely has such a strong sexual desire as tonight. He just thought he was cheated and bought this woman just to kill a night. But the woman I saw came was a better publicity than that man.

"So, how are you going to get ready?"

"What do you mean, how are you going to get ready... I bought you, and you yourself said you're a slave. Since you're a slave, I can do whatever I want with you."

The man licked from her back to her buttocks. Mieko felt an itchy sensation and couldn't help but let out a low moan. Her slippery tongue licked her perineum, then reached her anus.

"Ah...no! Please..."

"The better you look, the less it matters."

The man pulled Mieko up and tied her to a pillar. The floor was made of glass, offering a view of the river below and the small fish swimming around.

The man squinted, admiring Mieko's naked body while stroking his erect penis. Thinking about what this man was about to do, Mieko felt a sense of despair.

Just then, the phone rang. After talking for a while, he considered untying Mieko, but then abandoned the idea and went outside. Mieko tried to take this opportunity to escape, desperately twisting her body, but it was no use. It seemed to be raining outside; the sound of raindrops hitting the stream could be heard.

At that moment, the man peered through the glass of the paper door in the corridor. A woman in a bathrobe was squatting there.

"Seeing a bound woman, even you feel excited?"

The woman nodded, and the man's hand slipped inside her bathrobe, caressing her thigh.

"It's no use, I'm not that kind of woman, I'm sorry."

"You're lying, your panties are already soaking wet."

"You're lying."

"Then take them off and let me see."

"You're lying again."

Just then, probably hearing a woman's voice, Mieko turned her head, a look of unease and melancholy on her face. She sensed someone was there, someone was definitely watching. The man on the phone had said not to come for the cutlery, it couldn't possibly be a maid.

The unease, shame, and indignation at this humiliation turned into tears. Through her tearful eyes, Mieko saw the woman in the bathrobe walking towards her with her head down.

Gang Rape of Sister-in-Law (Part 2)

"Who are you…?"

At first, she thought she was a guest who had entered the wrong room. Then the man entered, turning off the room lights except for the small table lamp. The masked woman poured whiskey into a glass and silently brought it to Mieko's lips. She forcibly pried open Mieko's mouth and poured the whiskey in. Mieko pretended to resist and held it in her mouth, spraying it at the mask just before it was full.

The woman under the mask raised her eyebrows. The man wiped the mask with a towel while secretly handing her a blue bottle of cream. The masked woman knelt down and began applying a creamy substance to Mieko's genitals. Mieko was horrified; the strong smell told her it was something bad.

The masked woman continued applying the cream, thickly coating her groin and perineum, leaving the rest inside her vulva.

"What are you doing? Don't... ah... no..."

Just as the masked woman was about to apply more, the man stopped her and took the cream bottle away. Even so, the woman inserted her fingers deep into her vagina, moving them around as if checking Mieko's genitals. The slender fingers constantly stimulated the walls of her vagina, more intensely than when Mieko masturbated.

To make a woman bound and unable to refuse or resist act out a drama of torture, to make her a summer snack, is that enjoyable? ...

Perhaps it was the effect of the cream applied to her genitals, but a burning sensation spread from that area to her lower abdomen. Mieko alternately spread her thighs apart and then squeezed them together, desperately battling the itching sensation brought on by the medication.

The woman's fingers were more cruel than the man's, deliberately making rubbing sounds of vaginal fluid, occasionally parting her labia to the left and right.

Soon after, she switched places with the man next to her; he knelt down and placed the ice cream he was holding in his mouth into the swollen, engorged opening between her labia. Mieko involuntarily relaxed her lower body, her head slumping weakly against the ground.

"Want to have sex? The cream I just applied is a Thai aphrodisiac; it'll keep you itchy for five hours. Just enjoy it." The woman spoke in a lewd voice, licking her earlobe with her tongue.

Whether it was the aphrodisiac's effect or a feeling of self-destruction, Mieko, unsure of her own feelings, slowly raised her buttocks.

The masked woman remained silent, which only made Mieko more afraid. Was this woman afraid I would hear her? She observed her closely; the slender figure and slightly brown hair seemed familiar. The masked woman

naturally knew a woman's most sensitive areas. Mieko hated her for deliberately tormenting those places, so her pleading voice became intermittent. The aphrodisiac applied to her already sensitive opening created an irresistible itching sensation. She wanted anything, anything, to be penetrated, and she writhed incessantly.

"Looks like it's almost working." The man freed Mieko from the pillar, slapped her buttocks, and urged her to lie down on the bed, as she swayed like a sleepwalker.

"Take off your clothes too!"

Hearing the man's command, the woman shook her head, as if she hadn't agreed beforehand. The man immediately swept his leg across her, pinning her down, and removed her bathrobe.

At this point, the woman seemed resigned and took off her panties herself, leaving swimsuit marks on her body, but those were from the lamplight, not sunlight. Judging from her appearance, she might be a fashion model; she looked to be only around twenty years old. Comparing herself to such a young woman, and being manipulated by a man, Mieko forgot her own position and felt indignant at the man's plan. But any resistance would only please the man; she felt like a pitiful fish

caught in a net, encountering a truly terrifying man. At this moment, for some reason, Mieko began to doze off. She didn't know how long she slept, but she woke up when she felt a feather blanket covering her. Something wet brushed against her blurry eyes, feeling very comfortable. She realized the object rubbing against her face was a woman's tongue; it was because saliva had wet her face. Asaki, wearing a mask, cruelly observed Mieko.

Knowing that her mother, Kano, had set a clever trap to use Yamao to sell Mieko's body, Maki was terrified by her mother's obsession, and she herself had been forced into it. She assumed Mieko would discover the trap and either accuse Yamao or become his companion. But when Yamao said he had already agreed to spend the night with a guest, Maki truly didn't understand Mieko.

Did Mieko know it was a trap, yet use it as an opportunity to play with men? She had an elegant face, but did she have lustful blood in her veins? Otherwise, even a married woman threatened with a car accident wouldn't be so obedient to a man.

Yamao praised Mieko highly, saying she was like an angel. Meaning, any man who slept with Mieko would be taken to heaven. Since Mieko was willing to spend the night with a man, Maki wanted to see for herself whether she was an angel or a prostitute pretending to be one. So, through Ayumi, she negotiated with the client, and Maki herself also spent the night, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother. Thinking she could see through the man, Maki also spent the night, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother.

She miscalculated; she hadn't expected to be drawn into this strange game herself. But now it was too late for regrets; now she only needed to see for herself whether Mieko was an angel or a prostitute.

Maki extended her fiery tongue from the crack in the mask and licked Mieko's mons pubis.

The man lifted Mieko's buttocks and placed them on Maki's face. The soft flesh of her buttocks clamped tightly around Maki's face. She appeared weak and listless, as if in a coma, but it's possible that Mieko was actually enjoying this game. The

fact that she simply turned her face away slightly without any attempt to protect herself when her labia were exposed is perhaps the best evidence.

The man slowly sipping whiskey next to her said to Mieko, "Are you bisexual?"

"What bisexual...?"

"This is it. I found something so rare in your purse." The man was waving a dildo about thirty centimeters long in front of Mieko's face. Both ends were identical to a man's glans; it was a dildo used by homosexuals.

"That kind of lewd thing isn't mine." "

But I found it in your purse." "

That's too much..."

She was angry, but from Maki's eyes, Mieko's gaze at the dildo seemed full of curiosity.

The man put a belt around Maki's waist, attached the dildo, and inserted one end into Maki's vagina, leaving the other end outside, creating the strange feeling of becoming a man.

Maki straddled Mieko, the man spreading her legs as if ordering her to penetrate. Maki hesitated; she was about to violate her foster husband's wife. Even though it was a dildo, she was controlling it, giving it life.

The man lifted her buttocks, displeased, and twisted them before forcefully pressing down. Even against her will, Maki was now in a state of raping Mieko.

The man commanded Maki to thrust, and as she moved slowly, he grabbed her buttocks. Sensing something unusual, Maki turned to look and saw something jarring—the man's penis. Maki reached behind her to try and block, struggling to twist her naked body, but this resistance was completely ineffective and only affected Mieko, who was still attached to her.

"Ah...uh..." Mieko's eyes rolled back, her upper body arching backward forcefully from the impact of her impending rupture of her uterus.

Unable to prevent the enormous penis from penetrating her anus, Maki's twisting of her hips was also useless; she was now simultaneously raping Mieko and having her own anus violated by a man.

"How is it? Feeling good, right? You two should both enjoy it to the fullest, wiggle your hips back and forth, left and right, do whatever you want."

Without the man saying anything, both women's vaginas were already soaking wet, to varying degrees, but both were flowing with vaginal fluid from their arousal. The fluids merged after they separated, repeating this over and over.

Maki felt a little relieved thinking that while she was raping Mieko, she was also being raped.

"Ah...so much...so much..."

Maki also leaked a lot, the combined vaginal fluids making the dildo even more slippery.

Not knowing who would reach orgasm first, Maki felt she might be first, so she quickened the pace of her thrusts. Mieko, seemingly unwilling to give in, quickened her pace to match the rhythm. Maki gritted her teeth, enduring the double penetration from behind, pushing her close to her limit.

The intense sensation in her anus made Maki scream, the thought of potential bleeding flashing through her mind, an image of a blood-stained penis appearing.

Now, the three were like frenzied beasts. Mieko suddenly arched her back, forcefully pushing against Maki, experiencing a dizzying climax in that instant, her lower body beginning to spasm.

"Ah… I'm coming… Good… Thrust harder… Ah…"

After a series of screams, she lay still, like a peacock shot through the air, wings outstretched, panting.

At that moment, the man inserted his erect penis into Mieko's mouth. Maki couldn't bear to watch and turned her gaze away. But Mieko didn't refuse; instead, she made sucking sounds.

At that moment, Maki felt she saw Mieko's true face clearly—she was a prostitute pretending to lure men to paradise.

The man turned Mieko's body over and inserted his wet penis into her anus. The two of them wriggled together for a while.

Maki wanted to remove her mask and show Mieko her face, but was it necessary? Mieko was innocent; the guilty ones were Maki herself and her mother, Kano.

She fell asleep sometime later, and when she woke up, she didn't see the masked woman. The man beside her, his limp penis exposed, was snoring loudly.

Before dawn, Mieko left the hotel, walking like a sleepwalker. The intense torment seemed to have affected her mentally, yet strangely, she felt neither humiliation nor sadness. Mieko waited

for the first train at the station, sitting on a bench. There was no one around. As she dozed off, she heard a phone ring. She couldn't see the phone on the platform; it must be her imagination. Perhaps it was Takefusa calling home every morning, and since no one answered, he might have called her parents' house instead.

Not knowing how her mother would answer, perhaps Daichi would expose all the past lies. She'd deal with that then. Exhausted, Mieko didn't want to think about such things. Returning home, she immediately made a recorded call. She heard a man's voice, but it wasn't Mutou's. Listening to the voice coming from the recorder, Mieko sobbed uncontrollably.

The

recorded voice was from Akira, calling from Tokyo. He said he had returned from Los Angeles a month ago and was currently busy setting up a consulting firm. The man's voice was energetic and his tone firm.

Mieko almost forgot the voice came from the recording, creating the sweet illusion that Akira was speaking directly to her. 'Teacher hasn't forgotten me after all…' Thinking this, her past worries vanished like rain after a storm.

After apologizing for the long separation, Akira asked for her help with something: a party he was holding at Kaisha no Kosei, and he wanted her to attend. He didn't want such a formal invitation. Mieko longed to go to Tokyo to see Akira immediately. While showering, her heart pounded with tears.

Was this a cruel twist of fate? Since he returned to Japan a month ago, why didn't he call immediately? He was completely different a month ago. And who called to tell him he was married? Perhaps Jingyan called his parents' home, and his mother answered and told him that Mieko was married. If so, his mother already knew Jingyan had returned to Japan a month ago, so why didn't she tell him?

His mother knew about Mieko and Jingyan's relationship. But in that month, Mieko's fate underwent a drastic, irreversible change.

The party was scheduled for Saturday night, five days later, at the Phoenix Hall of the Tenno Brothers Grand Hotel in Shinjuku.

After leaving the bathroom, Mieko quickly put on makeup and sat in front of the phone, unsure what to do. She longed to hear Jingyan's voice directly, to speak to him, even if she cried, it wouldn't matter. But her biggest fear was that he would demand to see her now; she lacked the confidence to control herself, and knew she would betray her husband if they met. This was different from the situation when she was threatened by Tianfu into prostitution.

Mieko couldn't bear it any longer. She picked up the phone, her heart pounding, like a young girl confessing her love to her boyfriend for the first time—a painful tension.

The phone rang twelve times, but Jingyan didn't answer. Mieko prepared evidence of her actions and took a taxi to her parents' house. If Wuteng called, she would need to coordinate with her mother.

Shin was sunbathing in the yard, feeling much better than she had imagined. No call came from Takeo, but a call came from Akira – it was indeed her mother. That night, Mieko slept with her mother.

Her mother was a woman of few words, and even less talkative, a trait she had maintained since her youth. Her mother and Takeo were from the same generation. Mieko remembered that long after Shin's death, she had casually remarked that Takeo and her mother were an ideal couple. Although her mother immediately denied it and scolded Mieko, Mieko often wondered if her mother might have liked Takeo.

When Mieko got married, her mother gave her a hydrangea kimono, which seemed to hide the secret between her mother and Muto. On the day Muto returned from his trip, Mieko took the initiative to put on her chastity belt and greeted her husband in bed.

"Have you always worn this?"

"Yes." The pleasure of lying brought a radiant smile to Mieko's face.

"Then...it must be very inconvenient."

After only three days away, Muto was already looking at Mieko with fresh eyes.

"What will you do then?"

"When?"

"When you pee. Women and men are different; it sprays, so some will get on you, right?"

"So-so...I'll figure something out."

Her husband seemed to be fantasizing about Mieko urinating.

"Where's the poop?"

"You!" Mieko interrupted her husband, preventing him from pressing the issue further: "It's...it's...it's...this..." came the ambiguous reply.

"This isn't good, it'll hurt your body." Taketo immediately went to the bedside table to get the key.

"Turn off the light,

it'll embarrass me." "Silly girl, you can't open the lock in the dark!"

With no other option, Mieko left the bedside lamp on, and in the dim light, she lifted her pajamas, revealing her pubic mound, protected by something, making it appear as if she was having difficulty breathing. Taketo deliberately made it look like it was very difficult to open, observing and playing with it at the same time.

The thong-like leather part subtly stimulated Mieko's sensitive perineum and anus, causing her to involuntarily pant and wriggle her hips. This was a game only husband and wife could play; with others, it would become a game of humiliation and victimhood.

Finally, the chastity belt was removed from Mieko's lower body, leaving a strange emptiness. Even though it had only been half a day, she was probably already somewhat used to it.

"Men are so inconvenient; on nights during a trip, I get hard so many times." "

Ah, what a pity..." Mieko wanted to say this, but felt it wasn't something a newlywed woman should say, so she didn't say it. Although it had only been six months, the love between the couple was subtly changing day by day.

Feeling sorry for her husband who was unaware of his wife's infidelity, she deliberately left her kimono in front of the wardrobe as if to air it out, which indeed caught Mutou's attention.

"Mieko, did you go out?"

"Yes, to see Mom… but an old gentleman nearby mistook me for Mom… How could he think I was that old? No, Mom is still very beautiful."

Mieko felt she was quite the liar; her previous words were a fabricated story to test Mutou's feelings. After telling a big lie, she would casually tell a small one.

Perhaps tired from traveling, Mutou yawned repeatedly. To see Jingyan, she was determined to get her husband's permission, but he had just returned and she was too embarrassed to ask. Her husband knew nothing about Jingyan's affair, so she didn't need to care, but her conscience still bothered her.

"Miko, look." A short while later, Wufeng pulled open the front of his nightgown, revealing his erect penis to Mieko's face.

She had thought he would be tired and wouldn't make a move tonight, so she was a little flustered. Mieko didn't know that men could also experience heightened libido when tired. Helpless, she pinched the swollen glans with her thumb and forefinger. Her husband sighed, then grasped it with both hands, closed his eyes, and gently touched it with his lips… His penis trembled, as if he had fully recovered. She opened her mouth and took his penis to the base, her throat touched.

Taketo seemed quite confident as he began to move. Mieko's tongue licked the tip of his penis, curling it around the shaft.

Mieko was just imitating casually, but Taketo was inwardly surprised, wondering when he could so smoothly give a blowjob… Before the trip, even when it was in her mouth, she wouldn't lick it with her tongue, and when it made a soft, squeaking sound, Mieko used to look embarrassed. But tonight, she was smiling and busy sucking—a huge change. After getting used to it with her husband, a newlywed wife probably wouldn't feel ashamed anymore, and her sexual attitude would increase.

Taketo tentatively placed his buttocks on his wife's face. At that moment, Mieko made a pushing motion, but Taketo continued to press down. Her high, beautiful nose touched Taketo's perineum; he should have had difficulty breathing, but she didn't say no. However, her breathing gradually became rapid, and Mieko's breath felt very comfortable against his anus. Taketo

boldly pressed his anus against Mieko's nostrils and twisted forcefully. Even so, Mieko showed no resistance; instead, she seemed to be eagerly caressing her husband's genitals.

Taketo couldn't understand how Mieko could be so bold. His newlywed wife was making such progress in lovemaking; as a husband, he should be happy. Taketo's feelings were complicated.

"Ah...I want it." Mieko finally made the request, "I want it faster...I can't hold back anymore."

"I'll cum, okay?"

"No, not inside me."

"What do you mean inside me?"

"Ah...you want me to say it...okay...I'll say it...not inside my vagina." Mieko clearly said things she wouldn't normally say.

Muto moved his buttocks, which were on Mieko's face, downwards, and thrust his erect penis all the way in. Mieko raised her buttocks high to receive it. There was a feeling of complete union, like a famous sword being sheathed. Mieko responded actively as Muto continued to thrust. Skillfully using varying degrees of pressure, she would clench her legs tightly when Muto stopped thrusting, urging him on.

In the past, Mieko lacked the sensual atmosphere to enjoy intercourse, but now she did. Thinking of this, Muto exploded, clearly feeling the hot semen flowing through her penis. For some reason, Mieko lifted her buttocks at that moment.

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※* *Mieko left Kyoto the afternoon before the party.* Later, Taketo drove her to the station, and even asked a tailor he knew to quickly make her a dress for that day.

After that, while her husband was away, she called Tokyo to discuss the details with Akira. Therefore, she already knew the hotel room number, the time of the party, and that there would be about 150 attendees.

Akira picked her up at Tokyo Station in a Mercedes-Benz, his white suit making him stand out like a celebrity. Akira had gained a certain air of elegance, and his appearance appeared more robust. As soon as he sat down in the assistant's seat, Akira embraced and kissed Mieko, instantly erasing the six-year gap in their relationship.

The hotel room offered a view of Tokyo's nightscape.

"Go to the rooftop garden to dry off after your shower," Akira said gently to Mieko, like a honeymooner.

In contrast to the cheerful Akira, Mieko became increasingly quiet. Akira was indeed still single; when Mieko revealed she was married, Akira seemed surprisingly nonchalant. Mieko felt deflated; she had expected him to scold her for breaking their vows and for not waiting for him to return. She

recalled how Akira, even as an associate professor, rarely revealed his true feelings, always keeping things secret. But Mieko felt she had no right to criticize Akira now.

Akira stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and whispered something. Mieko, lost in a brief moment of happiness, didn't quite catch what he said.

"What did you just say?"

"Um… I hope you're not angry… I'm still too embarrassed to say it."

"Saying it like that wouldn't sound like a teacher. Just say it clearly. I'll do anything I can."

Indeed, if Akira said they should jump off a building together, she would jump with him.

Akira took a big gulp of beer and said forcefully, "I want you to be my temporary wife."

For a moment, Mieko didn't understand what he meant.

"I just want you to be my wife for one day tomorrow, is that not okay?"

These words caused Mieko's lust to crumble like a dam breaking. Six years of pent-up desire surged forth, overwhelming both of their rationality. Akira hugged Mieko tightly as if caught in a tornado, and Mieko's body collapsed onto the bed. It

looked almost like rape, but Mieko knew it wasn't, because she saw tears falling from the man's eyes.

He quickly removed her dress, bra, and stockings. Mieko, of course, felt no resistance; in fact, she actively cooperated with Akira's undressing. Now, only lust and her love for Akira occupied Mieko's mind. This feeling made her take off her panties herself.

But for some reason, Akira pulled away her hand that was about to remove them, pressed her lips to the thin silk fabric, damp with sweat and nectar, a light blue pattern with small raindrops.

"Let me take them off..."

"No, this is fine..."

"But, it's dirty."

As if she liked this dirty thing, the lustful man took the thin fabric from her labia into his mouth and began to suck.

Mieko thought she said it aloud, but only her mouth moved. And Mieko hugged Akira's neck tightly, forcefully thrusting her lower body to meet him.

Akira's trembling, excited hands gripped the double-layered fabric of her panties, tearing it open with force.

"Ah..." The thin fabric made a crisp sound, revealing a vertical tear that momentarily exposed pale pink vulva. The man's fingers caressed her petals, making a soft, squelching sound. Mieko's vagina was soaking wet like a flood, Akira's fingers moving like a small boat rushing through the water.

Mieko felt dizzy; Akira's caresses made her tremble uncontrollably, her excitement overwhelming. The fierce penis broke through the panties and plunged directly into her vagina, bringing in the torn end of the panties, giving Mieko a sensation like a sharp blade digging into her flesh. Just as flesh would be cut open, and the hole would fill with oil, a feeling of fear made Mieko indulge in a sweet sensual world.

Not even knowing when she climaxed, Akira looked down at the peacock he had shot. The peacock spread its wings, motionless as if dead. The two embraced and fell asleep.

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