Female teacher

The female teacher thought
, "This is the perfect spot for peeping..."

In the morning, the monk sneaked into the inner courtyard and peeked through the hole again.

This time, he was peeping at the supposedly unclean toilets.

The students knew their daytime schedule: they woke up at six in the morning, ran a lap around the mountain, practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard, and then ate breakfast.

Now, with only time after breakfast, they naturally made the most of it.

There were three toilets like this, and this hole allowed a clear view of all three. The hole was almost level with the floor, so it offered a perfect view of the women's genitals.

While everyone was busy, the monk had used this hole to watch the wives, daughters, or relatives in mourning clothes urinating here.

Adolescent girls urinated quickly, their urine was clear with a yellowish tinge, and the angle at which it came out of the urethra was slightly different.

These three toilets side-by-side were sometimes used as changing rooms. Next door, one toilet deliberately made a splashing sound to muffle the urination. But no one took much water to the toilets. Some girls would tap the inner wall with metal to make noise and mask their urination, which amused the monk.

Most people would quickly wipe themselves and leave after defecating. They must have been too busy practicing swordsmanship to sneak out to relieve themselves.

'People like that are usually constipated…'

the monk chuckled as he peeked back and forth into the three toilets. The inner courtyard was darker due to the lush trees, while the toilets were brighter, so the monk wasn't afraid of being discovered. The cicadas' chirping also masked his footsteps.

Soon, most of the students went to the sword practice area, and two of the three toilets were empty.

The last person noticed everyone had left, but after urinating, she didn't stand up immediately. She was seen straining, her pink anus contracting.

The monk, watching from inside the cave, swallowed hard. Watching one person squatting in the toilet was far more exciting than watching a group of girls bathing.

When she raised her face, it revealed a girl with sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, exuding a wild beauty. Her long hair was tied back, and her appearance suggested she was a martial artist. The way she glanced at people sideways made her seem like a beauty from a painting.

The monk recognized her: Katagiri Kumiko, a second-dan kendo master and captain of the Tokyo Girls' High School kendo team. Tall and with long legs, she possessed a dignified air in her kendo uniform. It was said that many first-year students joined the kendo club because they admired her.

As captain, she was allowed to enter the dojo last. She probably knew that many classmates and first-year students admired her, and it would be embarrassing if they heard her defecating, so she might as well stay until the end.

Gazing at Kumiko like this, the monk's excitement reached its peak, and his penis naturally became erect.

Soon, the most beautiful sound came from Kumiko's anus. Her pink anus began to pulsate, her inner walls expanding into a circle, and then a long, golden stream was squeezed out. The stench of ammonia wafted out, but the fresh smell actually made the monk feel comfortable.

He continued cutting it off and squeezing out new stool, during which time Kumiko's panting could be heard.

'With such a beautiful face, the amount of stool shouldn't be much,' the monk thought, peeking inside with a serious expression and holding his breath.

The round opening opened and closed, revealing the remarkably elastic muscles inside, and the frequency of defecation was quite rapid.

Perhaps his legs were a little numb from standing for so long, so the monk turned to look at her vulva.

The pubic hair was dark, soft and dense, the labia minora were a vibrant color, and both the labia and clitoris were quite well-developed.

"Judging by her appearance, she must attract many people..."

Just as the monk was thinking this, Kumiko finally exhaled, relaxing her entire body, and then picked up the toilet paper beside her. She carefully wiped her anus, even wiping the wet vulva several times. Then, without any care, she discarded the used paper and put on her underwear and shorts right in front of the monk.

Soon after, Kumiko left the restroom, while the monk remained, inhaling the lingering stench she had left behind. He then went around the courtyard to the dojo to watch them practice swordsmanship. After

lunch, the students, who had a thirty-minute break, cheered as they went to pick someone up.

"Who are we picking up?"

"Ah! The female teacher in charge of student life,"

the monk asked, while Fujio, sitting under the eaves smoking, answered listlessly. But his sharp eyes remained fixed on the female teacher, surrounded by students as she got out of her car.

"Akiko Fukami, twenty-three years old, English teacher, holds a first-dan in kendo, a new teacher who came to participate in the training camp to help her adapt to school life."

"I see, she's a great beauty, and very popular with the students."

The monk stared at Akiko, who was wearing a white dress, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Her long, curly black hair shimmered in the summer sun, and her full breasts and waist gave her a figure that rivaled that of a model. Her beautiful face radiated wisdom, always adorned with a smile that subtly revealed her white teeth, making her seem like a compassionate bodhisattva descended to earth.

Only the area around Akiko seemed to transform from midsummer into a warm spring, with lovely, fragrant flowers that made it impossible to look away.

"She's like a celestial being..." the monk whispered, afraid Akiko would hear him, before walking down the corridor to greet her.

Soon, Akiko stood before Fujio and the monk.

"I'm sorry to trouble you! My name is Akiko Fukami." She bowed deeply to the monk: "Welcome to the mountains. The sun is strong, please come in quickly. Here, have someone bring some barley tea."

Yuka immediately agreed and ran straight to the kitchen.

"Fukio-sensei, dealing with girls every day must be a headache, right?" Akiko asked in a melodious voice after sitting down in the corridor.

From a teacher's perspective, she didn't approve of Fujio's strict teaching methods, but as a senior, she naturally had to respect him.

"No, these children haven't experienced their periods yet, so there won't be any trouble. Besides, they have nowhere to escape on the mountain,"

Fujio said, smoking a cigarette. Akiko frowned upon hearing this.

Akiko had practiced kendo in high school and had even sparred with Fujio before. She found his brute force, lacking any of the cheerfulness and gentleness of an athlete, repulsive.

"I think you should rest well today. You must be tired after such a long drive,"

the monk said, handing Akiko the barley tea Yuka had brought, then staring intently at her round buttocks. He was determined to see this beauty's bowel movement tomorrow morning; just thinking about it made his penis throb.

"You didn't get lost, did you?"

"No, there's only one road leading up here, but I heard a report earlier that a typhoon is approaching..." Akiko said after taking a sip of her barley tea.

Fujio seemed to disregard her, and stood up abruptly: "The break is over. Kendo practice will begin this afternoon."

"Yes!" After Fujio finished speaking, the students who had been resting under the shade of the trees at the mountain gate stood up and
answered with great enthusiasm.

With the arrival of Akiko, whom everyone had been longing for, everyone suddenly became incredibly energetic. Some students even brought their summer English homework, hoping the teacher could provide guidance during free time.

"If you've had enough rest, Fukami-sensei, please come to the dojo to observe,"

Fujio said to Akiko, then picked up a bamboo sword placed to the side, and the students followed behind him towards the dojo.

Soon, afternoon practice began.

Because of the upcoming autumn exams, but because some students had achieved good results and continued to receive training, Captain Kumiko was one of them.

Perhaps it was the arrival of a beautiful female teacher that made everyone even more energetic. Perhaps it was the allure of older women, or perhaps it was the result of the ban on dating other boys' schools, but in any case, high school girls were actually vying for each other's attention.

However, Fujio didn't think he lacked charm. For Miyuki, it was simply a matter of falling in love, not just lust. And Fujio initially had no intention of assaulting them.

Not long after practice, Fujio and Kumiko found themselves in a standoff. Of course, Kumiko was exceptionally talented, but the difference between a woman's second dan and a man's fourth dan was vast, so she was no match for Fujio.

"Hey! Step forward!"

Fujio said, lightly striking Kumiko's bamboo sword and using the momentum to hit her buttocks.

"Ouch..."

Fujio could feel the elasticity of her buttocks, and Kumiko cried out in pain, but despite being hit, she remained upright, using the strength of the bamboo sword.

She and Miyuki were the complete opposite; the more frustrated Kumiko became, the more determined she became, and Fujio loved Kumiko's angry eyes.

After hitting her, Fujio found another opening and continued his relentless attack.

The sweaty smell, carrying the scent of a young girl, intoxicated Fujio; when Kumiko approached, he could smell the unique fragrance of a young girl.

At this moment, Akiko arrived at the door, having changed into a light blue dress; she seemed unwilling to join their practice. Her initial intention was simply to look after the students, helping them cook and clean; she had no intention of joining their fencing practice, so she was only there to observe.

Just as Fujio secretly glanced at Akiko, Kumiko seized the opportunity, quickly advancing and swinging her bamboo sword towards Fujio's face.

Fujio reacted instantly, but it was too late to dodge. At this point, there was only one option: to counterattack, attacking Kumiko's face first.

Fujio nimbly and unconsciously swung her sword, preparing to defuse the danger, the tip of the bamboo sword thrusting powerfully towards Kumiko's throat.

"Ah..." Kumiko's throat throbbed with pain, her beautiful face contorted in agony; the force of the bamboo sword's impact was immense.

"Whoa!" Akiko cried out as Kumiko fell backward. The other students stopped practicing and looked towards Kumiko.

“Oh no… I used too much force…”

Fujio regretted it deeply, hurriedly removing his mask and running to Kumiko’s side. Akiko was a step ahead of him, having already removed Kumiko’s mask.

Kumiko fainted from the pain, and Akiko helped her up, only to see a layer of bluish-purple knife marks on her pale throat.

“Mizusawa, go get a wet towel,” Akiko instructed Yuka, then frowned at Fujio.

“Futoo-sensei! What happened? The other person is a girl!”

A stern voice rang out in the dojo, and all the sounds fell silent, with the students bowing their heads as if their teacher were scolding them.

Soon, Yuka brought a wet towel and placed it on Kumiko’s throat, then Fujio picked her up.

“Everyone, continue practicing,”

Fujio said, then had the second-year students, who had already achieved the first dan rank, take charge, and left, with Akiko following behind.

The sound of bamboo swords rang out again from behind, but everyone was too worried about Kumiko's condition to continue the fight.

Soon, Fujio laid Kumiko down in the shaded corridor.

"What's wrong?" The monk came out and asked with concern when he saw Kumiko lying there.

"Oh! I overdid it..." Fujio said, while Akiko looked angry.

Kumiko's kendo uniform top was removed.

"Men, please go over there," Akiko said rudely.

"Can I do it?"

After the monk returned with the first-aid kit, he kept staring at Kumiko's sweat-soaked, heaving chest.

Kumiko woke up just as Fujio was about to leave, clutching her chest and sitting up.

"Rest for a bit, then go back to practice later."

Judging from her tone, she seemed alright.

"Wow! So brave, continuing to practice even with such a serious injury. Your swordsmanship is quite impressive too,"

Fujio said, and Kumiko smiled.

“No, Kendo is a form of combat, and many people just enjoy knocking their opponents down,”

Akiko said defiantly to Kumiko's face, then sat back down on the floor above the eaves.

“Then how about you take charge of the kendo practice?” Fujio said to Akiko.

“I'm just here to observe today?” Akiko still seemed dissatisfied.

“Is that so? Then I'll take full responsibility for the kendo instruction.”

Fujio, now back to his true self, said to Akiko with a victorious tone, then returned to the dojo with Kumiko.

At dusk, after practice, the students busied themselves with laundry, preparing bathwater and dinner, while Akiko cleaned the dojo. All the students had left, leaving only Fujio and Akiko closing the door.

“I'm so sorry about the daytime; in terms of kendo, Mr. Fujio is a master,” Akiko said to Fujio, who had removed his mask in the changing room.

“No, they’re all rich young ladies. They don’t really like rough kendo anyway, so I don’t care what others say.” Fujio stared at Akiko’s worried face and said, “How about it? Want to spar with me again?”

“No… I don’t dare…” Facing each other, Akiko couldn’t help but lower her head.

“Then instead of kendo, how about as a sex partner?”

Fujio’s tone was malicious, and Akiko didn’t understand for a moment, so she just stood there stunned.

“You’re probably not a virgin anymore, right? Do you have a boyfriend?”

“You… you’re so rude…”

Akiko’s almond-shaped eyes widened, and she turned her back to Fujio and left the changing room. But Fujio rushed up and hugged her.

“Ah! What are you doing?”

Her full breasts were grabbed, and then the person behind her kissed Akiko’s neck with his tongue.

“Without sword practice, there won’t be any sweaty smell, and your little thing should smell nice.”

Fujio carried Akiko in and pressed her to the floor.

"I'm going to make that arrogant woman's private parts wet!"

"Help! Someone help me!" Akiko struggled desperately as her lips were forcefully pressed against hers, her sweet breath mixed with the scent of expensive lipstick.

Back in school, bound by student regulations and fear of gossip, he had suppressed his desires until this training camp in the mountains, finally giving him the opportunity to unleash his lust like a wild beast.

He wanted to vent his desires without fear of being seen, and he was confident he could win her heart.

Akiko was forcibly pressed down, her lips kissed. Fujio pulled up her t-shirt, revealing smooth skin. Underneath the t-shirt was only a bra; Fujio forcefully ripped it off, instantly revealing her beautiful, white breasts.

Fujio bent down and gently licked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, sending a shiver down Akiko's spine. Then, Fujio kneaded her breasts with both hands, sucking on them intermittently.

"Ugh...ugh...ah..." Akiko moaned continuously.

Fujio went further, slipping his hand inside her panties and pressing his fingers against her. Although she wanted to cry out, her lips were pressed tightly shut.

His fingers stroked the soft pubic hair, then slid deeper into her vulva.

"Ugh...ugh..." Akiko cried out violently, her body jerking up.

His fingers touched her labia, and Fujio explored the area around her clitoris with even more force.

Soon, Akiko stopped resisting, curling her body into a ball. She knew Fujio's sadistic nature all too well; the more she resisted, the more unimaginable the consequences would be, so she simply curled up.

Fujio stimulated her labia while his mouth remained open.

"Please...don't rape me."

A sob arose instead, Akiko's eyes moist. She was no longer a female teacher, but a vulnerable young woman. She was, after all, a girl who had just graduated from university this year, and having just left school, she must be terrified of a man as brutal as Fujio.

Like her female students, Akiko had grown up in a good family, a girl unaware of the ugliness of the world.

"Fine! I won't rape you, but you must answer honestly," Fujio said, still pressing her body down, his face close to hers.

"How many men do you know?" he asked in a low voice, and Akiko frowned.

Fujio's fingers continued to linger on the cleft.

"Ah! If you answer, my fingers will naturally let go, but if you lie… I'll serve you well… understand?"

"One…"

"Hmph! You've drunk a man's semen, haven't you?"

Fujio continued lewdly, while Akiko, already in tears, nodded, then shook her head.

"Very good! I want to see if it's true." Fujio pulled down her trousers and underwear in one swift motion.

"No… we have a three-point agreement…"

"I won't violate you, I just want to look."

Fujio roughly arched Akiko's lower body, then buried his face between her snow-white thighs. Soft pubic hair and a swollen mons pubis, all masterpieces of God.

The exposed labia minora were a deep pink; parted with his fingers, the tender flesh inside was glistening and alluring. She

truly had never had sexual intercourse; a flawless virgin.

As Fujio's face drew near her genitals, Akiko covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

Fujio suddenly pressed his face against her genitals.

"Ah!" Akiko's body jolted, her thighs naturally clamping Fujio's face between them.

After a long bus ride and helping students clean, her groin was already damp with sweat.

When Fujio's nose touched her pubic hair, a mixture of body odor and urine wafted up, and at the same time, his tongue licked her moist vaginal opening, producing an indescribable taste.

"No..." Akiko sat up, her lower body twisting and turning.

"Such a beautiful teacher, yours, like your students', emits a special fragrance."

Although Fujio spoke in a smooth, oily tone, Akiko desperately tried to protect herself and ignored him.

Fujio's tongue licked the inside of her vagina, then turned Akiko over and buried his face in her rounded buttocks.

Pulling them apart with his fingers revealed a lovely pink bud. Fujio buried his face in the teacher's buttocks, licking her anus with his tongue.

"Ah...no..." Akiko's buttocks tensed, her white buttocks trembling.

A fragrant scent filled the air, and just thinking about licking that area made Fujio's mind race.

"Does your boyfriend lick your dirty anus before taking a bath? Like just now?" Fujio teased, his tongue stubbornly continuing to lick deeper into the anus, while his fingers played with her labia.

Akiko's face was pressed against his, her breathing labored and her body stiff, but under Fujio's finger stimulation, her skin still reacted, moans escaping through her face and between his fingers.

Soon, Fujio lifted his head, picked up his fingers from the cleft, and sniffed them; his fingertips were already sticky.

"Look how wet you are, you seem to enjoy being penetrated?"

Akiko shook her head desperately.

“Alright, as agreed, I won’t rape you, but you have to do everything I say except for your penis.”

Fujio revealed his erect penis, then leaned against the wall, stretching his legs forward.

“Come here, hurry up! The students might come to check later. If you don’t want to be penetrated, at least make the man happy, understand?”

Fujio picked up his bamboo sword and struck Akiko’s buttocks as she lay prone.

“Ah…” Although the blow wasn’t hard, Akiko’s whole body jolted.

“You have to keep going until he ejaculates. If you serve well, it can end sooner.”

Fujio still held the bamboo sword, guiding Akiko to his crotch.

Akiko realized that if she didn’t comply, things might not end well, so she reached for his penis with trembling hands. Although she felt quite disgusted by the erect penis, she was even more afraid that Fujio would use violence against her.

Soon, Akiko’s palm enveloped his penis and began to rub it.

Her sweaty palms and delicate fingers felt good, but she was far from ejaculating.

"This isn't satisfying enough. Try using your breasts."

Fujio pulled her hands away and roughly pulled off her top.

"Ah..."

"I've already seen your little thing. Now look at your breasts."

Fujio unhooked her bra and grabbed her full breasts.

"Ugh..." Akiko winced in pain.

Her fair breasts, with pale green veins showing through, were quite mature. Her fresh, shy nipples stood erect, emitting an alluring fragrance.

"Quickly... rub your breasts together."

Akiko bit her lip in anguish, slowly pressing her breasts against Fujio's crotch, then using both hands to clamp her penis between her breasts. Her

penis was sandwiched like a sandwich, experiencing intense pleasure as it rotated back and forth.

"Oh...so comfortable! If I were unemployed, I could switch to massage; this alone would be enough. Of course, your beautiful teacher's mouth can rival it!"

To achieve his final goal, Fujio grabbed Akiko's hair and moved his penis.

His penis suddenly appeared in front of her face, and Akiko instinctively turned her face away.

Having just finished sword practice, his genitals reeked of male body odor and sweat. Seeing Akiko's furrowed brow only fueled Fujio's excitement.

"If you don't want to get beaten, hurry up and put it in your mouth."

Under Fujio's threat, Akiko finally opened her mouth and took his glans in.

"Don't bite with your teeth, or I'll knock them all out."

Fujio grabbed Akiko's hair, forcing his penis deep into her throat. Akiko's warm breath, her soft, rounded touch, and her warm saliva made Fujio's breathing easier.

"Move your tongue. You must have done it with your boyfriend, right?"

As soon as he gave the command, her soft tongue began to move slowly, but then stopped after a moment, while tears silently streamed down her face, her shoulders heaving.

Soon, Fujio cupped Akiko's face in his hands and began to move rhythmically.

"Ugh...ugh..."

His lips rubbed against the glans, his long hair swaying, making Fujio's lower abdomen and inner thighs itch. His genitals, overflowing with saliva, were covered in pubic hair, making a "smacking" sound as he moved up and down.

"Yes...suck harder." Fujio gradually climaxed, his movements gripping the hair quickening.

"Ugh...it's coming out...not a drop left..."

A wave of pleasure stimulated Fujio, and with his voice, he ejaculated a large amount of semen.

"Ugh...ugh..." Akiko groaned as a stream of hot liquid shot deep into her throat, the strange taste making her want to vomit.

She felt as if she were about to suffocate, her face contorted, still desperately holding the penis in her mouth.

Although Akiko made sounds, the glans remained tightly held in her mouth.

Soon, Fujio squeezed out the last drop of semen and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Akiko's mouth opened, and she gasped, wiping her mouth with her hand.

Akiko's room was in another room of the main house. If she wanted to stay in the same room as the students, it would be too crowded, so she chose a room closer by herself.

Of course, she needed to shower, so Akiko showered alone. She could have showered with the first-year students, but to maintain the distance between students and teachers, it wasn't appropriate to be naked together.

She naturally had to remain silent about Fujio's affair, so by dinner time she was somewhat calmer and could respond to the students' banter with a smile. The students assumed Akiko was just tired from the long journey and didn't notice anything amiss.

Soon after lights out, Fujio quietly entered Akiko's room while the students were asleep.

"Ah..."

Akiko recognized Fujio and jumped out of bed. Everything was just as Fujio had expected; she hadn't fallen asleep and was still thinking about what had happened that afternoon.

"Get out..."

"Why are you running away? Why didn't you call the police? You should know I'll do it to you again."

Fujio smiled wickedly and pressured Akiko, who sadly covered her mouth with her hand. Girls often forget themselves and cover their mouths with their hands because of shame and embarrassment.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Akiko groaned, desperately trying to drive Fujio away. But Fujio wouldn't let Akiko go. He leaned in and grabbed her tightly, then used a pre-prepared bandage to tie Akiko's hands behind her back.

"Did you want to be violated anyway?" Fujio mocked the immobile Akiko.

Akiko was wearing a yukata of a different color than the students', and of course, the hem was disheveled, revealing her snow-white thighs. Fujio grabbed her legs, pulled up the skirt, and then pulled down her panties.

"Hmph! You're even prettier after washing."

Fujio waved the panties in front of Akiko, then placed them in front of himself and sniffed them intensely. The panties still retained Akiko's warmth and had a clean feel to them.

Akiko was completely immobilized, only able to bow her head and weep silently, tears of regret streaming down her face.

Fujio pressed her down, then quickly removed his own clothes. Akiko was still wearing a yukata, only the sash was untied, making her even more alluring than when she was completely naked. At this moment, Akiko's hands were bound behind her back, but she wasn't lying on her back; instead, she was lying sideways with her knees tightly closed.

"Don't be shy, open your legs. Didn't you want me to lick your vulva?"

Fujio grabbed one leg and pulled it open, then buried his face in her clean, muscular thighs.

"Ugh...ah..." Akiko cried out in alarm as Fujio's face suddenly approached her cleft.

Fujio pressed the flesh of her mons pubis upwards with his thumb, then tried to lick her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Akiko resisted desperately; although her hands were bound behind her back, she endured the pain and rolled over. Fujio then simply grabbed her buttocks, brought his face close, and licked the inside of her labia with his tongue.

Fujio took out the flashlight he had prepared beforehand and shone it on her wet labia. The labia were incredibly hot and wet, glistening not only with saliva but also with a honey-like fluid seeping out.

Fujio pressed his nose against her anus, sniffing, causing her round buttocks to tremble. As he licked her anus, her buttocks quivered, and the yukata covering them naturally carried her body scent, while the honey-like fluid flowing from her labia ran down her thighs.

"It's really wet enough. Even though you say you hate it, you actually like it."

Fujio used his two thumbs to spread her buttocks apart; although she was being pressed down, she still twisted her waist in resistance.

Fujio then made her lie on her side again, inserting his middle finger into her wet vagina, and also licking her nipples.

"Ugh..." Akiko groaned, then tightly sucked on Fujio's finger.

The nipples were very erect. Fujio held them between his lips and sucked hard, rubbing his mouth and nose against the soft breasts.

He sucked on the nipples alternately, licking them with his tongue. Then Fujio moved upwards and kissed her lips.

"Ugh..." The fingers inside her mouth were restless, and Akiko's breathing became more and more rapid.

Many small bubbles of saliva formed between her lips and his hand, which Fujio kept sucking. With the intense work of his fingers, love juice flowed out continuously.

Akiko frowned in discomfort, and her breathing became increasingly hot.

Now that he probably didn't need to gag her mouth anymore, Fujio pulled his fingers out and wiped them with a towel.

"The night is long, so you'll be my sex slave." Fujio said, pressing Akiko's face to his feet: "Lick it."

He could feel the heat on his toes, and he put them in Akiko's mouth. Although it was painful, Akiko had no choice but to take the toes into her mouth and begin to lick them.

"Hoo hoo, that's right. If your proud and beautiful female teacher were doing something like this, she certainly wouldn't want her students to see it!"

Although Fujio spoke casually, there really were students peeking at the two of them.

It was Miyuki; she had also secretly sneaked into Fujio's room that night. Although he would humiliate her, she seemed to have reached her limit; she had been distracted during sword practice earlier that day.

But she came up empty-handed. Disappointed, Miyuki returned and happened to hear moans coming from Akiko's room. Curious, Miyuki tiptoed over and witnessed the two teachers' embarrassing situation.

Akiko's yukata was wrinkled, exposing her breasts and genitals; her hands were tied behind her back, and she was frantically licking Fujio's toes with a furrowed brow.

Suddenly, Miyuki thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. The flawless and elegant Akiko was panting heavily as she sucked on the man's feet, her barely visible genitals gleaming.

She couldn't believe they had been lovers before; even though Akiko had raped her, Akiko couldn't possibly submit to him. But judging from the way Akiko moved her tongue and the unpleasant sounds, she didn't seem entirely resistant. Even when being beaten, she felt a surge of heat within her body and soul, just like herself…

Besides despair for her idolized teacher and jealousy, Miyuki also felt an indescribable excitement. Witnessing this act only fueled her desire to see their illicit union.

"Now lick this side," Fujio said lewdly. His erect penis, with its reddish-black glans, oozed a sticky substance.

'He'll lick that last, won't he?' Miyuki thought, becoming increasingly unable to look away. She held her breath, never expecting to tremble on a midsummer night.

Soon, Fujio's toes were covered in saliva. He then pinched her cheeks, forced her mouth open, and spat a mouthful of saliva into it.

Akiko frowned, wanting to vomit but afraid to, only able to let out a moan.

"Was it tasty? Which was better, the semen you drank at dusk?"

'So this isn't the first time...' Miyuki peeked from behind the paper door. If Akiko found out, it would be terrible.

Although she didn't particularly like Fujio, and although she had once admired him, she now felt a mixture of hatred and jealousy towards him. At seventeen, she was quite anxious.

"Tell me what you like best!" Fujio said.

"Please..." Akiko was in agony, her hands bound behind her back.

"What is it?"

"Untie your hands..."

"Okay." Fujio nodded and untied Akiko's restraints.

There was a mark on her wrist, and her fingers were already numb and blue.

After giving her freedom, he found that Akiko neither resisted nor tried to escape. Once again, the penis was inserted, and Akiko automatically took it into her mouth, her tongue movements even bolder than at dusk.

She couldn't ejaculate too quickly; she had to enjoy it to the fullest. Although this was rape, even with the wetness and excitement, she shouldn't forget who she was. However, unlike last time when she was in a rush to have dinner with her students, this time she had plenty of time.

Akiko's actions seemed to suggest that she didn't care about being depraved.

"If you want to be licked too, turn your pussy towards me."

Hearing Fujio's words, Akiko, still with the penis in her mouth, slowly turned around.

Unaware that Miyuki was watching, they adopted a woman-on-top position.

Fujio held her buttocks with both hands and began to lick vigorously.

"Ah..." Akiko groaned as she licked the penis, unable to bear the vibrations of her buttocks.

A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed from her labia, covering Fujio's tongue, lips, and nose.

Before Fujio's eyes was a brightly colored anus and full buttocks, while he frantically licked the clitoris and deep inside the vaginal opening. When his tongue touched the sensitive areas, Akiko reflexively sucked on the glans, releasing a continuous stream of hot breath.

Seeing this, Miyuki unconsciously pressed her fingers against her shorts, her breathing becoming rapid.

She felt a great sense of despair; she hadn't expected such an excellent teacher to not refuse, and to suck on a man's genitals so diligently. But despite her contempt, her body was already unable to endure it.

Miyuki's position was directly opposite Akiko's face, and Akiko's buttocks and cleft were right in front of her. Fujio's frantic licking movements made Miyuki feel as if he were licking her own vaginal opening and clitoris.

Fujio's tongue moved incessantly, and Miyuki also moved her fingers incessantly, feeling even more pleasure than when she was raped last time. And Miyuki's cleft, just like last time, was already so wet that her fingers soaked through her outer pants.

Miyuki couldn't stand up, so she simply sat on the corridor floor, her fingers moving more and more intensely.

"Very good, it would be a shame if you didn't scream."

Fujio stood up and switched positions with Akiko, who was on top.

"Start from behind, so lift your buttocks." Fujio hugged Akiko from behind and attacked her crotch.

It was a completely rear-entry position, making it impossible for Akiko to resist. Her thighs were covered in love juice, as if they were coated with cream. Although she wanted to refuse, her wet cavity desperately wanted a penis. At this moment, Akiko was less resisting and more consciously allowing herself to be raped.

'Am I really that lustful?' The only boyfriend she had ever had believed that sex was based on love and mutual respect. Although they had had many experiences of caressing, they had never actually had sex. But when she was assaulted by her colleague, there was no caressing like a lover, so why was she panting so heavily? “

No…no…”

“Hehe! Your little hole is willing. If you really don’t want to, you can call a student to save you.”

Seeing Akiko’s expression, Fujio knew she was already burning with desire, and without hesitation, he raised his penis.

Soon, he thrust his penis into the female teacher’s soft flesh in one go.

“Ah…ooh…”

Akiko’s face, buried in the sheets, was contorted in pain, her vagina tightly gripping the invading penis, as if experiencing the man’s heat.

Miyuki, who was peeping, was also burning with desire. A finger that had been playing with her clitoris was also deeply inserted into her vagina, just like Akiko was being violated.

“Good, squeeze harder, it will feel even better.”

Fujio suppressed his panting, then hugged Akiko’s waist and began to move violently.

When he first penetrated, the cleft of her sweaty buttocks seemed to suck on Fujio’s lower body like a suction cup, but after the intense movements, it made a “squeaking” sound.

Soon, Fujio, above, reached out his hands, passing them under Akiko's armpits from behind, to grasp her swaying breasts: "Ah...so good..."

Akiko convulsed with excitement, her vaginal muscles contracting, and Fujio ejaculated in intense pleasure.

At the same time, Miyuki, leaning against the wall, couldn't help but cry out, reaching orgasm as well.

"Myuki, where did you go last night? And not only last night, we couldn't find you the night before either," Kumiko asked while washing her face in the morning.

Although Kumiko was the captain, she and Miyuki had been very close since elementary school. The lively Kumiko and the well-behaved Miyuki, with their different personalities, became good friends. So, when Kumiko joined the kendo club in high school, she enthusiastically invited the athletic Miyuki to join as well.

"Huh? I went to the toilet..."

Miyuki lied, not wanting Kumiko to discover the truth. Although Kumiko woke up in the middle of the night and found Miyuki gone, she was too tired and fell asleep again after turning over.

"Are you constipated?"

Kumiko asked in a low voice, but her sharp eyes, like those of a wild leopard, were fixed on Miyuki. However, her gaze was different from when she was practicing swordsmanship; it was a mischievous expression.

"Hmm..."

"Like different toilet habits, some people can't go. Although I don't mind, it seems like many people experience this."

Fortunately, Kumiko agreed with this statement and nodded sympathetically three times.

“We’ve run out of constipation medication, but we have enemas.”

“Whoa!” A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Kumiko and Miyuki.

“The monk heard us! How annoying…”

“Student health management is very important, of course I have to do my best to help. Hahaha…”

Kumiko glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, while the monk laughed heartily and leisurely walked towards the corridor.

Just after the monk left, Kumiko whispered, “What should we do? We only have enemas left, should we try them?”

“Hmm… that’s not good… I guess it’ll probably be back to normal after today?” Miyuki replied, blushing.

Fortunately, she hadn’t told her friend about the lewd incident that night; if she knew, she would definitely cause a huge uproar.

The surrounding natural environment and the tension of rigorous sword training were probably the reasons for her constipation, plus being raped by Fujio and experiencing another kind of life for the first time.

“Try to relax and let it recover on its own.”

Kumiko didn’t press further and changed her clothes to go to the dojo.

Soon after, Miyuki also hurriedly washed her face and went outside.

After running, organizing the bamboo swords, and having breakfast, when they gathered at the dojo, Kumiko said to Miyuki, "I'm sorry! Mizusawa suddenly felt unwell. I hope you can take care of her before noon."

Hearing this, Miyuki realized she hadn't seen Yuka. Perhaps she felt unwell after running and having breakfast?

"Okay!"

For Miyuki, a half-day of leisure during rigorous kendo practice was the best thing ever. All the second-year students were practicing diligently in pairs, while Miyuki, dressed in her kendo uniform, was observing.

"Please! I think Fujio-sensei will allow it, and Fukami-sensei looks very tired."

"Oh..." Miyuki's mind conjured up images of Fujio and Akiko making love.

Kumiko began giving commands, and Fujio arrived shortly after. Only Miyuki went into the changing room, changed her mask and clothes into shorts and a tracksuit, and left the dojo.

Miyuki went to the side of the main hall, but didn't see Yuka in the first-year students' room. So she went down the corridor to the hall to check, and heard the monk and Yuka's voices coming from inside.

"No! It's so embarrassing..."

Yuka's voice was slightly nasal and coquettish.

"Hehehe, constipation needs stimulation to work, push harder..."

It was the monk's voice, which sounded rather malicious.

After secretly watching Fujio and Akiko's passionate scene last night, Miyuki's heart was pounding, and she unconsciously tiptoed forward.

'It seems to be the monk's private room...'

Miyuki hid in the shadows behind the paper door and secretly peeked inside.

The monk thought everyone had gone to the dojo, so he didn't close the paper door. Akiko probably ran out to buy food because there was no car here.

At this moment, Yuka, who was in the room, had taken off her shorts and underwear and was lying on the quilt, her white buttocks raised high.

“Yes, yes… relax a little more.”

“Ah! It’s so embarrassing…”

The monk pressed his face against Yuka’s buttocks, then scratched her anus with paper.

“How is it? Do you feel like you need to poop?”

“No! My stomach hurts so much, but I still can’t poop like this…”

Yuka’s cute face was pressed against the sheets, and her buttocks twisted and turned, further stimulating the monk.

Yuka must be constipated, which was causing her stomach pain. She was definitely not faking illness to skip class; all of this could be seen from her sweaty face.

However, the monk’s treatment method was questionable. It didn’t feel like he was showing affection for his granddaughter; it felt quite obscene, and the atmosphere was quite abnormal.

What surprised Miyuki even more was that Yuka didn’t seem to feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart. Yuka’s voice and attitude were not just willing; they even gave off a fawning feeling.

Akiko, who was raped by Fujio, seemed to be in the same situation. They both abandoned their shame and disgust under the lustful words of men and became willing.

But Miyuki grew angrier the more she looked; she felt that making love with anyone else was better than with him.

'Maybe I'm like that too?' Miyuki's body seemed to grow increasingly agitated, and she suddenly remembered the pleasure of masturbation last night.

Yuka's anus contracted incessantly under the stimulation of the paper twist, and with the monk's constant blowing of hot air, her breathing unconsciously quickened.

Yuka's panting was not only lively and bright, but also had an endearing quality. It was hard to imagine that she was a first-year student; it sounded like she was seeking pleasure.

So Miyuki carefully observed Yuka's cleft and noticed that her genitals were shiny and glossy.

"Ah! Obviously, nothing is coming out of her buttocks, but her front cleft is oozing a lot of honey!"

The monk immediately noticed and stopped twisting the paper, lying down to examine the cleft closely.

The swollen, pink cleft appeared even more vibrant and luscious due to the honey's moisture. The monk widened the cleft with his fingers and then licked the already wet genitals with his tongue.

"Ah!...Don't lick!" Yuka protested coquettishly, her hips swaying incessantly.

"Perhaps stimulating the labia with a twisted piece of paper, like stimulating the anus, would be more effective."

The monk, besides licking the cleft vigorously, used his fingers to spread her buttocks and began licking towards the groin.

"Ah...um...it's so itchy..."

Yuka seemed unwilling to change her raised buttocks, instead entrusting her lower body to the monk.

"Still can't get it out?"

"Um...it's no use at all..."

"Hmm, if licking doesn't work, it seems we'll have to use an enema."

"How do you use an enema?"

"You squeeze the medicine into the buttocks, then soften the hard stool inside, and it will naturally come out."

"No...I don't want to..." Yuka shook her cute buttocks in protest.

At this moment, Miyuki's foot made a sound as it hit the floor.

"Ah!..."

In a panic, Miyuki tried to hide, but the monk had already noticed.

"Hey, wait a minute! Come help!"

The monk wasn't nervous at all, and he guessed Miyuki had been peeking from over there, so he beckoned.

He didn't sound nervous at all; perhaps he genuinely wanted to treat Yuka? Miyuki was confused too. Since she couldn't avoid it, Miyuki had no choice but to bite the bullet and go inside.

Yuka knew Miyuki was coming in, but she didn't seem alarmed at all, enjoying the thrill of secrecy. And the young Yuka seemed completely unconcerned whether the other person was male or female.

"This is the perfect spot to peep..."

In the morning, the monk sneaked into the inner courtyard and peeped through the opening again.

This time, he was peeping into the supposedly unclean toilet.

The students knew their daytime schedule: they would wake up at six in the morning, run a lap around the mountain, and then practice swordsmanship in the courtyard before having breakfast.

Now, with only a short time after breakfast, they naturally made the most of it.

There were three toilets like this, and this hole allowed a clear view of all three, with the hole almost level with the floor, providing a perfect view of the women's genitals.

While everyone was busy, the monks had watched from here as wives, daughters, or relatives in mourning clothes relieved themselves during religious ceremonies.

Adolescent girls urinated quickly, their urine clear with a slightly yellowish tinge, and the angle at which it flowed from the urethra was subtly different.

These three side-by-side toilets were sometimes used as changing rooms. One girl in the next stall deliberately made a splashing sound to muffle the urination. However, no one used much water in the toilet; some girls would tap the inner wall with metal to create noise, much to the monks' amusement.

Most people would quickly wipe themselves and leave after defecating. They must have been too busy practicing swordsmanship to sneak out to relieve themselves.

'People like this are usually constipated…'

the monk chuckled as he peeked back and forth into the three toilets. The inner courtyard was rather dark due to the lush trees, while the toilets were brighter, so the monk wasn't afraid of being discovered. The cicadas' chirping also masked his footsteps.

Soon, most of the students went to the sword-practice area, leaving two of the three toilets empty.

The last person noticed everyone had left, but after urinating, she didn't stand up immediately. She held her breath, straining, her pink anus contracting.

The monk, watching from inside, swallowed hard. Peeping at a group of girls bathing was far less exciting than watching one person squatting in the toilet.

When she looked up, she had sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a wild beauty in her. Her long hair was tied back, and she looked like someone who practiced martial arts. The way she glanced at people was like a beauty from a painting.

The monk recognized her: Katagiri Kumiko, a second-dan kendo master and captain of the Tokyo Girls' High School kendo team. Tall and with long legs, she possessed a commanding presence in her kendo uniform. He'd heard many first-year students joined the kendo club because of her admiration.

As captain, she was allowed to enter the dojo last. She probably knew many classmates and first-years admired her, and it would be embarrassing if they heard her defecating, so she preferred to stay until the end.

Gazing at Kumiko, the monk's excitement reached its peak, and his penis naturally became erect.

Soon, Kumiko's anus emitted the most beautiful sound; her pink anus began to pulsate, her inner walls expanding into a circle, before a long, golden stream was squeezed out. The stench of ammonia wafted out, but the fresh smell actually made the monk feel comfortable.

After it was cut off, new streams were squeezed out, and Kumiko's panting could be heard throughout.

'With such a beautiful face, the amount of stool shouldn't be much, right?' The monk, with a serious expression and holding his breath, peeked inside.

The round opening opened and closed, revealing remarkably elastic muscles and a remarkably frequent bowel movement.

Perhaps his legs were numb from standing for too long, so the monk turned to look at her vulva.

The pubic hair was dark, soft and dense, the labia minora were a vibrant color, and both the labia and clitoris were quite well-developed.

"Judging by her appearance, she must attract many people..."

Just as the monk was thinking this, Kumiko finally exhaled, relaxing her tense body. She then picked up the toilet paper beside her and carefully wiped her anus, even cleaning her wet vulva several times. Then, without any care, she discarded the used paper and put on her underwear and shorts right in front of the monk.

Soon after, Kumiko left the toilet, while the monk remained, inhaling the lingering stench left behind by Kumiko. Afterward, he went around the courtyard to the dojo to watch them practice swordsmanship.

After lunch, the students, who had a thirty-minute break, cheered and went to pick someone up.

"Who are we picking up?"

"Ah! The female teacher in charge of student life,"

the monk asked, while Fujio, sitting under the eaves smoking, answered listlessly. But his sharp eyes remained fixed on the female teacher, surrounded by students as she got out of her car.

"Akiko Fukami, twenty-three years old, English teacher, holds a first-dan in kendo, a new teacher. She's here to participate in the training camp to help her adapt to school life." "

I see. She's a great beauty, and very popular with the students."

The monk stared at Akiko, who was wearing a white dress, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Her long, curly black hair shimmered in the summer sun, her full breasts and waist giving her a figure comparable to a model. Moreover, her beautiful face shone with wisdom, always smiling, revealing slightly white teeth, as if a compassionate bodhisattva had descended to earth.

Only Akiko's surroundings seemed to transform from midsummer into a warm spring, the lovely, fragrant flowers making it hard to look away.

"She's like a celestial being..." the monk whispered, afraid Akiko would hear, then walked down the corridor to greet her.

Soon, Akiko stood before Fujio and the monk.

"I'm sorry to trouble you! My name is Fukami Akiko." She bowed deeply to the monk: "Welcome to the mountains. The sun is strong, please come in quickly. Here, have someone bring some barley tea."

Yuka immediately agreed and ran straight to the kitchen.

"Fukio-sensei, dealing with girls every day must be a headache, right?" Akiko asked in a beautiful voice after sitting down in the corridor.

From a teacher's perspective, she didn't approve of Fujio's strict teaching methods, but as a senior, she naturally had to respect him.

“No, none of these kids are menstruating, so there won't be any trouble. Besides, they have nowhere to escape on the mountain,”

Fujio said, smoking a cigarette. Akiko frowned upon hearing this.

Akiko had practiced kendo in high school and had even sparred with Fujio before. She found Fujio's rudeness and lack of the cheerful and gentle demeanor of an athlete repulsive.

“I think you should rest today. You must be tired after such a long drive,”

the monk said, handing Akiko the barley tea that Yuka had brought, then staring intently at her round buttocks. He was determined to see how this beauty defecated tomorrow morning; just thinking about it made his penis throb.

“You didn't get lost, did you?”

“No, there's only one road leading up here, but I heard a report earlier that a typhoon is approaching…” Akiko said after taking a sip of her barley tea.

Fujio seemed to disregard her, standing up abruptly: "The break is over. Kendo practice begins this afternoon."

"Yes!" The students who had been resting under the shade of the trees at the mountain gate stood up and
answered energetically.

With Akiko's arrival, everyone suddenly seemed full of energy. Some students even brought their summer English homework, hoping the teacher could provide guidance during free time.

"If you've rested enough, Fukami-sensei, please come to the dojo to observe."

Fujio spoke to Akiko, then picked up the bamboo sword placed to the side, and the students followed behind, heading towards the dojo.

Soon, afternoon practice began.

Because of the upcoming autumn exams, some students, despite having good grades, stayed behind for further training—one such student was Captain Kumiko.

Perhaps it was the arrival of her beautiful female teacher that energized everyone. Perhaps older women are more attractive, or perhaps it was the prohibition against dating other boys' schools; in any case, high school girls were actually vying for her attention.

However, Fujio didn't think he lacked charm. For Miyuki, it was simply love, not just lust. And Fujio initially had no intention of assaulting them.

Soon after practice, Fujio and Kumiko found themselves facing off. Of course, Kumiko was exceptionally talented, but the difference between a girl's second dan and a boy's fourth dan was vast, so she was no match for Fujio.

"Hey! Keep your feet forward."

As Fujio spoke, he lightly struck Kumiko's bamboo sword, and then used the momentum to hit Kumiko's buttocks.

"Ouch..."

Fujio could feel the elasticity of her buttocks, and Kumiko cried out in pain, but despite being hit, she still stood upright, using the strength of the bamboo sword.

She and Miyuki were the complete opposite; the more frustrated Kumiko was, the more determined she became, and Fujio liked Kumiko's angry eyes.

After hitting her, Fujio found another opening and continued his relentless attack.

The sweaty smell of a young girl intoxicated Fujio, and when Kumiko approached, he could smell the unique fragrance of a young girl.

At this moment, Akiko arrived at the door, having changed into a light blue dress. She seemed to have no intention of joining their practice. Her initial intention was simply to take care of the students, helping them cook and clean, and she didn't want to participate in fencing practice, so she was just there to observe the students' practice.

Just as Fujio secretly glanced at Akiko, Kumiko seized the opportunity. Kumiko swiftly advanced, swinging her bamboo sword towards Fujio's face.

Fujio reacted instantly, but it was too late to dodge. At this moment, there was only one option: to counterattack, attacking Kumiko's face first.

Fujio moved nimbly, almost unconsciously, to defuse the danger, and the tip of the bamboo sword thrust powerfully straight at Kumiko's throat.

"Ah..." Kumiko's throat throbbed with pain, her beautiful face contorted in agony. The force of the bamboo sword's impact was immense.

"Whoa!" Akiko cried out as Kumiko fell backward. The other students stopped practicing and looked towards Kumiko.

"I'm done for... I used too much force..."

Fujio regretted it deeply, hurriedly removing his mask and running to Kumiko's side. Akiko, however, had already removed Kumiko's mask before him.

Kumiko fainted from the pain. Akiko helped her up, noticing a bluish-purple knife mark on her pale throat.

"Mizusawa, go get a wet towel," Akiko instructed Yuka, then frowned at Fujio.

"Futoo-sensei! What happened? The other person is a girl!"

A sharp voice rang out in the dojo, silencing all other voices. The students bowed their heads, as if their teacher were scolding them.

Soon, Yuka brought a wet towel and placed it on Kumiko's throat. Fujio picked her up.

"Everyone, continue practicing,"

Fujio said, then had the second-year students, who had already achieved first dan, take charge before leaving. Akiko followed, of course.

The sound of bamboo swords rang out again behind them, but everyone was too worried about Kumiko to practice effectively.

Soon, Fujio laid Kumiko down in the shaded corridor.

"What's wrong?" The monk came out and asked with concern when he saw Kumiko lying there.

“Oops! You overdid it…” Fujio said, while Akiko looked angry.

Kumiko’s kendo uniform top was taken off.

“Men, please go over there,” Akiko said in a rather unfriendly tone.

“Can I do it?”

After the monk went to get the first-aid kit, he kept staring at Kumiko’s chest, which was heaving with sweat.

Kumiko only woke up when Fujio was about to leave, clutching her chest and sitting up.

“Rest for a bit, then go back to practice later.”

Judging from her tone, she seemed to be alright.

“Wow! So brave, continuing to practice even with such a serious injury. But your swordsmanship is quite impressive.”

After Fujio finished speaking, Kumiko smiled.

“No, kendo is a form of combat, and many people just like to knock their opponents down.”

Akiko said defiantly in front of Kumiko, and sat back down on the floor under the eaves.

“Then how about you take charge of the kendo practice?” Fujio said to Akiko.

"I'm just here to observe today?" Akiko still seemed dissatisfied.

"Is that so? Then I'll take full responsibility for the kendo instruction."

Fujio, now back to his true self, said to Akiko with a victorious tone, before returning to the dojo with Kumiko.

At dusk, after practice, the students busied themselves with laundry, preparing bathwater and dinner, while Akiko cleaned the dojo. All the students had left, leaving only Fujio and Akiko closing the door.

"I'm so sorry about the daytime, but in terms of kendo, Mr. Fujio is a master." Akiko said to Fujio, who had removed his mask in the changing room.

"Not at all, they're all young ladies from wealthy families, and they don't really like the rough style of kendo, so I don't care what others say." Fujio stared at Akiko's worried face and said, "How about it? Want to spar with me again?"

"No... I don't dare..." Facing each other, Akiko couldn't help but lower her head.

"Then let's not practice kendo, how about using her as a sex partner?"

Fujio's tone was malicious, and Akiko was momentarily stunned, unable to understand.

"You're probably not a virgin anymore, right? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"You...you're so rude..."

Akiko's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she turned her back to Fujio as she left the changing room. However, Fujio rushed up and hugged her.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Her full breasts were grabbed, and then the person behind her kissed Akiko's neck with his tongue.

"Without sword practice, there won't be any sweaty smell, and your little thing should smell very nice."

Fujio carried Akiko back in and pressed her to the floor.

"I'm going to make this arrogant woman's private parts wet!"

"Help...help me!" Her lips were forcefully pressed against his, and Akiko struggled desperately, her sweet breath mixed with the scent of expensive lipstick.

While at school, he suppressed his desires due to being a student and school rules, fearing gossip. He waited until this training camp in the mountains to finally have the opportunity, and Fujio wanted to unleash his lust like a wild beast.

He could vent his desires without fear of being seen, and he was confident that he could win over the other person's heart.

Akiko was forcibly pressed down, her lips being kissed. Fujio pulled up her t-shirt, revealing smooth skin. Underneath the t-shirt was only a bra, which Fujio forcefully ripped off, instantly revealing her beautiful, white breasts.

Fujio leaned down and gently licked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, causing Akiko to shudder. Then, Fujio kneaded her breasts with both hands, sucking on them intermittently.

"Ugh...ugh...ah..." Akiko moaned continuously.

Fujio went further, slipping his hand inside her panties and pressing his fingers against her. Although she wanted to cry out, her lips were pressed tightly together.

His fingers stroked her soft pubic hair, then slid into her crotch.

"Ugh...ugh..." Akiko cried out intensely, her body jumping up.

His fingers touched her labia, and Fujio explored the area near her clitoris with even more force.

Soon, Akiko stopped resisting, curling her body into a ball. She knew Fujio's sadistic nature all too well; the more she resisted, the more unimaginable the consequences would be, so she simply curled up.

Fujio stimulated her labia while his mouth remained open.

"Please...don't rape me."

A sob followed, Akiko's eyes welling with tears. She wasn't a teacher now, but a vulnerable young woman. She was, after all, a girl who had just graduated from university this year, and having just left school, she must be terrified of a man as brutal as Fujio.

Like her female students, Akiko had grown up in a good family, a girl unaware of the ugliness of the world.

"Fine! I won't rape you, but you must answer honestly," Fujio said, still pressing her body down, his face close to hers.

"How many men do you know?" he asked in a low voice, and Akiko frowned.

Fujio's fingers continued to roam restlessly in her cleft.

“Ah! If you just answer, my fingers will naturally let go, but if you lie… I’ll serve you well… understand?”

“One…”

“Hmph! You’ve drunk a man’s semen, haven’t you?”

Fujio continued lewdly, while Akiko was already in tears. She nodded, then shook her head.

“Very good! I want to see if it’s true.” Fujio pulled off her outer pants and underwear in one go.

“No… we made a deal…”

“I won’t violate you, I just want to take a look.”

Fujio roughly arched Akiko’s lower body and buried his face between her snow-white thighs. Soft pubic hair and swollen mons pubis, all masterpieces of God.

The exposed labia minora were a deep pink, and when parted with fingers, the tender flesh inside was glossy and alluring. She

really had never had sex, a flawless virgin.

When Fujio’s face approached her genitals, Akiko covered her face with her hands in shame.

Fujio suddenly pressed his face against her genitals.

"Ah!" Akiko's body jolted, her thighs naturally clamping down on Fujio's face.

After the long journey and helping the students clean, her groin was already damp with sweat.

When Fujio's nose touched her pubic hair, a mixture of body odor and urine wafted up, and at the same time, his tongue licked her moist vaginal opening, producing an indescribable smell.

"No..." Akiko sat up, her lower body twisting and turning.

"Such a beautiful teacher, yours, like your students', emits a special fragrance."

Although Fujio spoke in a smooth, oily tone, Akiko desperately tried to protect herself and ignored him.

Fujio's tongue licked the inside of her vagina, then he turned Akiko over and buried his face in her rounded buttocks.

Pulling them apart with his fingers revealed a lovely pink bud. Fujio buried his face in her buttocks and licked the female teacher's anus with his tongue.

"Ah...no..." Akiko's buttocks tensed, her white buttocks trembling.

A delicate fragrance filled the air, and just thinking about licking that area made Fujio's mind race.

"Does your boyfriend lick your dirty anus before taking a bath? Like he did just now?" Fujio teased, his tongue stubbornly licking deeper into her anus while his fingers played with her labia.

Akiko's face was pressed against his, her breathing labored and her body stiff, but under Fujio's stimulation, her skin still reacted, and moans escaped through her face and between his fingers.

Soon, Fujio lifted his head, picked up his fingers from the cleft, and sniffed them; his fingertips were already sticky.

"Look how wet you are, you seem to enjoy being penetrated?"

Akiko shook her head desperately.

"Okay, as agreed, I won't rape you, but except for your penis, you have to do everything I say."

Fujio revealed his erect penis, then leaned against the wall, stretching his legs forward.

“Come here, hurry up! The students might come and check later. If you don’t want to be penetrated, at least make the man happy, understand?”

Fujio picked up his bamboo sword and struck Akiko’s buttocks as she lay face down.

“Ah…” Although the blow wasn’t hard, Akiko’s whole body jolted up.

“You have to keep going until he ejaculates. If you serve well, it can end sooner.”

Fujio still held the bamboo sword in his hand, guiding Akiko to his crotch.

Akiko realized that if she didn’t comply, things might not end well, so she reached for his penis with trembling hands. Although she felt quite disgusted by the erect penis, she was even more afraid of Fujio’s violence.

Soon, Akiko’s palms enveloped his penis and she began to rub it.

Her sweaty palms and delicate fingers felt good, but she was still far from ejaculating.

“This isn’t satisfying enough. Try using your breast clamps.”

Fujio pulled her hands away and roughly pulled off her top.

“Ah…”

“I’ve already seen your little thing, now let’s look at your breasts.”

Fujio pulled down her bra and grabbed her full breasts.

“Ugh…” Akiko winced in pain.

Her fair breasts, with pale green veins showing through, were quite mature. Her fresh, shy nipples stood erect, emitting an alluring fragrance.

“Quick… rub your breasts

together.” Akiko bit her lip in anguish, slowly pressing her breasts against Fujio’s crotch, then using both hands to clamp her penis between her breasts.

Her penis was sandwiched like a sandwich, experiencing unparalleled pleasure as it rotated back and forth.

“So… so comfortable! If I were unemployed, I could switch to massage; this alone would be enough. What can rival your little thing is naturally your beautiful female teacher’s mouth!”

Fujio, wanting to achieve his final goal, grabbed Akiko’s hair and moved his penis.

Suddenly, his penis appeared in front of her face, and Akiko instinctively turned her face away.

Having just finished sword practice, his genitals reeked of male body odor and sweat. Seeing Akiko's furrowed brow only excited Fujio more.

"If you don't want to get beaten, hurry up and put it in your mouth."

Under Fujio's threat, Akiko finally opened her mouth and took his glans in.

"Don't bite with your teeth, or I'll knock all your teeth out."

Fujio grabbed Akiko's hair, forcing his penis deep into her throat. Akiko's warm breath, her soft, rounded touch, and her hot saliva made Fujio's breathing easier.

"Move your tongue. You must have done it with your boyfriend, right?"

As soon as he gave the command, her soft tongue began to move slowly, but stopped after a moment, and tears welled up and fell silently, her shoulders heaving.

Soon, Fujio cupped Akiko's face in his hands and began to move rhythmically.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Her lips rubbed against his glans, her long hair swaying, making Fujio's lower abdomen and inner thighs itch. Her genitals, covered in overflowing saliva and pubic hair, made "smacking" sounds as she moved up and down.

"Yes... suck harder." Fujio gradually reached orgasm, and the rhythm of his grip on her hair quickened.

"Ugh...it's out...not a drop left..."

A surge of pleasure coursed through Fujio, and with his voice, he ejaculated a large amount of semen.

"Ugh...ugh..." Akiko groaned as a stream of hot liquid shot deep into her throat, the strange taste making her want to vomit.

She felt as if she were about to suffocate, her face contorted, yet she still desperately held his penis in her mouth.

Although Akiko made a sound, the glans remained tightly engulfed in her mouth.

Soon, Fujio squeezed out the last drop of semen and finally let out a sigh of relief. Akiko's mouth also opened, and she gasped as she wiped her mouth with her hand.

Akiko's room was in another room in the main building. It would be too crowded to share a room with the students, so she chose a closer room to live alone.

Of course, she needed to shower, and Akiko showered alone. Of course, she could shower with the first-year students, but to maintain the distance between students and teachers, it was not appropriate to be naked together.

She naturally had to remain silent about Fujio's affair, so by dinner time she was somewhat calmer and could even respond to the students' banter with a smile. The students, assuming Akiko was simply tired from the long journey, didn't notice anything amiss.

Soon after lights out, Fujio quietly entered Akiko's room while the students slept.

"Ah..."

Akiko recognized Fujio and jumped out of bed. Everything was exactly as Fujio had expected; she hadn't fallen asleep and was still thinking about the afternoon's events.

"Get out..."

"Why are you running away? Why didn't you call the police? You should know I'll do it to you again."

Fujio forced Akiko with a wicked smile, while she sadly covered her mouth with her hand. Girls often forget themselves and cover their mouths because of shame and pride.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Akiko groaned, desperately trying to drive Fujio away. But Fujio didn't let Akiko off the hook. He leaned in and grabbed her forcefully, then used pre-prepared adhesive tape to tie her hands behind her back.

"Did you want to be violated anyway?" Fujio mocked the immobilized Akiko.

Akiko was wearing a yukata of a different color than the students', and naturally, the hem was disheveled, revealing her snow-white thighs. Fujio grabbed her legs, pulled up the skirt, and then went to pull down her panties.

"Hmph! Even prettier after washing."

Fujio waved the panties in front of Akiko, then placed them in front of himself, sniffing them intensely. The panties still retained Akiko's warmth and had a clean feel to them.

Akiko was completely immobilized, only able to bow her head and weep silently, tears of regret streaming down her face.

Fujio pressed her down and then quickly took off his own clothes. Akiko was still wearing a yukata, only the sash was untied, making her even more alluring than when she was completely naked. At this moment, Akiko's hands were tied behind her back, but she wasn't lying on her back; instead, she was lying sideways with her knees tightly closed.

"Don't be shy, open your legs. Didn't you want me to lick your crotch?"

Fujio grabbed one leg and pulled it open, then buried his face in her clean, muscular thighs.

"Ugh...ah..." Akiko cried out in alarm as Fujio's face suddenly approached her cleft.

Fujio pressed the flesh of her mons pubis upwards with his thumb, then diligently licked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Akiko resisted desperately; although her hands were tied behind her back, she endured the pain and rolled over. Fujio then simply grabbed her buttocks, brought his face close, and licked the inside of her labia with his tongue.

Fujio took out a flashlight he had prepared beforehand and shone it on her wet labia. The inside of her labia was incredibly hot and wet, glistening not only with saliva but also with a honey-like fluid.

Fujio's nose was pressed against her anus, sniffing, causing her round buttocks to tremble. As he licked her anus, her buttocks shook incessantly, and the yukata covering them naturally carried her body scent, while the honey-like fluid flowing from her labia ran down her thighs.

"It's so wet. Even though you say you hate it, you actually really like it."

Fujio used his two thumbs to spread her buttocks apart; although she was being pressed down, she still twisted her waist in resistance.

Fujio then made her lie on her side again, inserting his middle finger into her wet vagina, and also licking her nipples.

"Ugh..." Akiko groaned, then tightly sucked on Fujio's finger.

Her nipples were very erect; Fujio pinched them between his lips and sucked hard, rubbing his mouth and nose against her soft breasts.

He sucked on her nipples alternately, licking them with his tongue. Then, Fujio moved upwards and kissed her lips.

"Ugh..." Her fingers inside her mouth stirred restlessly, and Akiko's breathing became increasingly rapid.

Small bubbles of saliva formed between her lips and his hand, which Fujio continuously sucked. With the vigorous work of his fingers, love juice flowed out continuously.

Akiko frowned in discomfort, her breathing becoming increasingly hot.

Now that he probably didn't need to gag her mouth anymore, Fujio pulled his fingers out and wiped them with a towel.

"The night is long, so you'll be my sex slave," Fujio said, pressing Akiko's face to his feet: "Lick it."

Feeling the heat on his toes, Fujio placed them in Akiko's mouth. Although in pain, Akiko had no choice but to take the toes into her mouth and begin licking.

"Hoo hoo, that's right. If your proud and beautiful female teacher were doing something like this, she certainly wouldn't want her students to see it!"

Although Fujio spoke casually, there really were students peeking at the two of them.

It was Miyuki; she had also secretly sneaked into Fujio's room that night. Although he would humiliate her, she seemed to have reached her limit; she had been distracted during sword practice earlier that day.

But she found nothing. Disappointed, Miyuki returned and happened to hear moans coming from Akiko's room. Curious, Miyuki tiptoed over and witnessed the two teachers' embarrassing situation.

Akiko's yukata was wrinkled, exposing her breasts and genitals; her hands were tied behind her back, and she was frantically licking Fujio's toes with a furrowed brow.

Suddenly, Miyuki thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. The flawless and elegant Akiko was panting as she sucked on the man's feet, her barely visible genitals gleaming.

She couldn't believe they had been lovers before; even though she had been raped, Akiko couldn't possibly submit to him. But judging from the way Akiko moved her tongue and the unpleasant sounds she made, she didn't seem entirely resistant. Even as she was being beaten, she had unknowingly felt a heat rising within her, just like she felt…

Besides feeling despair towards her idolized teacher, Miyuki also felt an inexplicable excitement, in addition to jealousy. When she witnessed this act between a man and a woman, she became even more engrossed in watching their illicit union.

"Lick here now," Fujio said lewdly. His erect penis, with its bulging glans gleaming reddish-black, was oozing a sticky fluid.

'He'll lick that last, won't he?' Miyuki thought, becoming increasingly unable to look away. She held her breath, never expecting to tremble on a midsummer night.

Soon, Fujio's toes were covered in saliva. He then pinched her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and spat a mouthful of saliva into it.

Akiko frowned, wanting to vomit but afraid to, only letting out a moan.

"Is it tasty? Which is better, this or the semen you drank at dusk?"

'So this isn't the first time…' Miyuki peeked from behind the paper door; if Akiko discovered her, it would be disastrous.

Although she didn't particularly like Fujio, and although she had once admired him, she now felt a mixture of hatred and jealousy towards him, and her seventeen-year-old mind was quite anxious.

"Tell me what you like best!" Fujio said.

"Please..." With her hands bound behind her back, Akiko was in agony.

"What is it?"

"Untie your hands..."

"Alright." Fujio nodded, then untied Akiko's restraints.

There was a mark on her wrist, and her fingers were already numb and bluish.

After giving her freedom, he found that Akiko neither resisted nor tried to escape. He inserted his penis again, and Akiko automatically took it into her mouth, her tongue movements even bolder than at dusk.

He absolutely couldn't ejaculate too quickly; he had to have his fill. Although this was rape, even with the wet, stinging sensation and excitement, she shouldn't forget who she was. However, unlike the last time when he was in a hurry to have dinner with the students, this time he had plenty of time.

Akiko's actions seemed to suggest that even in depravity, she didn't care.

“If you want to be licked too, turn your pussy towards me.”

Hearing Fujio’s words, Akiko, still with the penis in her mouth, slowly turned around.

Unaware that Miyuki was watching, they adopted a woman-on-top position.

Fujio held her buttocks with both hands and began to lick vigorously.

“Ah…” Akiko groaned as he licked the penis, unable to bear the vibrations.

A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed from her labia, covering Fujio’s tongue, lips, and nose.

Before Fujio’s eyes was a brightly colored anus and plump buttocks, while he frantically licked the clitoris and the depths of the vaginal opening. When his tongue touched sensitive areas, Akiko reflexively sucked on the glans, releasing a continuous stream of hot breath.

Seeing this, Miyuki unconsciously pressed her fingers against her shorts, and her breathing became rapid.

A deep sense of despair washed over her. She hadn't expected such an excellent teacher to not refuse, and to suckle the man's genitals so diligently. Despite her initial disdain, her body couldn't bear it any longer.

Miyuki was positioned directly opposite Akiko's face, her buttocks and cleft facing her. The way Fujio was licking so vigorously felt to Miyuki like he was licking her own vagina and clitoris.

Fujio's tongue moved incessantly, and Miyuki responded with her own fingers, experiencing even greater pleasure than during her previous rape. Just like before, her cleft was already soaked with vaginal fluid, staining her fingers' outer fabric.

Unable to stand, Miyuki sat on the corridor floor, her finger movements becoming increasingly intense.

"Very good, it would be a shame if you didn't cry out."

Fujio stood up and switched positions with Akiko.

"Start from behind, so lift your buttocks." Fujio embraced Akiko from behind, attacking her crotch.

The position, entirely from behind, made it impossible for Akiko to resist. Her thighs were covered in love juice, as if coated with cream. Although she wanted to refuse, her wet opening desperately craved a penis. At this moment, Akiko's resistance was less a matter of resistance and more a conscious act of being raped.

'Am I really that lustful?' Her only boyfriend firmly believed that sex was based on love and mutual respect. Although they had many experiences of caressing, they had never actually had intercourse. But when her colleague assaulted her, there was no caressing like a lover's, so why was she panting so heavily?'

'No...don't...'

'Hehe! Your little hole is willing. If you really don't want to, you can call a student to rescue you.'

Seeing Akiko's expression, Fujio knew she was already burning with desire and unhesitatingly raised his penis.

Soon, he thrust his penis into the female teacher's soft flesh in one go.

'Ah...ooh...'

Akiko's face, buried in the sheets, was contorted in pain, her vagina tightly gripping the invading penis, seemingly experiencing the man's heat.

Miyuki, who was secretly watching, was also burning with desire. A finger that had been playing with Akiko's clitoris was now deeply inserted into her vagina, just as Akiko had been violated.

"Good, squeeze harder, it'll feel even better."

Fujio suppressed his panting, then hugged Akiko's waist and began to move violently.

At first, the cleft of Akiko's sweaty buttocks seemed to suck on Fujio's lower body like a suction cup, but after the intense movements, it made a "squeaking" sound.

Soon, Fujio, on top, reached out his hands, passing them under Akiko's armpits from behind, to grab her swaying breasts: "Ah...so good..."

Akiko's whole body convulsed with excitement, her vagina began to contract, and Fujio ejaculated in the intense pleasure.

At the same time, Miyuki, leaning against the wall, couldn't help but cry out and reach orgasm.

"Miyayuki, where did you go last night? And not only last night, we couldn't find you the night before either." Kumiko asked this while washing her face in the morning.

Although Kumiko was the captain, she and Miyuki had been close friends since elementary school. The lively Kumiko and the well-behaved Miyuki, with their different personalities, became best friends. So, when Kumiko joined the kendo club in high school, she enthusiastically invited the sedentary Miyuki to join as well.

"Huh? I'm going to the toilet..."

Miyuki lied, not wanting Kumiko to discover the truth. Although Kumiko woke up in the middle of the night and found Miyuki gone, she was too tired and fell asleep again after turning over.

"Are you constipated?"

Kumiko asked in a low voice, but her sharp, leopard-like eyes were fixed on Miyuki. However, her gaze was different from when she was practicing kendo; it was a mischievous expression.

"Hmm..."

"Like different toilet habits, some people can't go. Although I don't mind, it seems many people experience this."

Fortunately, Kumiko agreed with this statement and nodded sympathetically three times.

"We've run out of constipation medication, but we have enemas."

"Whoa!" A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Kumiko and Miyuki.

"The monk heard you! How annoying..."

"Student health management is very important, of course I'll do my best to help. Hahaha..."

Kumiko glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, while the monk laughed heartily and strolled leisurely down the corridor.

Just after the monk left, Kumiko whispered, "What should we do? We only have the enema left. Should we try it?"

"Hmm... that might not be good... I guess I'll be back to normal after today?" Miyuki replied, blushing.

Luckily, she hadn't told her friend about her lewd encounter that night; if she did, she would definitely cause a huge uproar.

The natural environment and the tension of rigorous sword training were probably the causes of her constipation, plus being raped by Fujio and experiencing a different kind of life for the first time.

"Try to relax and let it heal on its own,"

Kumiko said, not pressing the matter further, and changed her clothes to go to the dojo.

Soon after, Miyuki also hurriedly washed her face and headed outside.

After running, organizing her bamboo sword, and eating breakfast, when they gathered at the dojo, Kumiko said to Miyuki, "I'm sorry! Mizusawa suddenly felt unwell. I hope you can take care of her before noon."

Hearing this, she realized she hadn't seen Yuka. Perhaps she had felt unwell after running and eating breakfast?

"Alright!"

For Miyuki, being able to steal half a day of leisure after rigorous kendo practice was the best thing ever. All the second-year students were diligently practicing in pairs, while Miyuki, dressed in her kendo uniform, was merely observing.

"Please! I think Mr. Fujio will allow it, and Mr. Fukami looks very tired."

"Oh..." Miyuki's mind conjured up images of Fujio and Akiko making love.

Kumiko began giving commands, and Fujio arrived shortly after. Only Miyuki went into the changing room, changed her mask and clothes into shorts and a tracksuit, and left the dojo. Miyuki

went to the side of the main hall, but didn't see Yuka in the first-year students' room. She went through the corridor to the main hall to look, only to hear the voices of a monk and Yuka coming from inside.

"No! This is so embarrassing..."

A slightly nasal, coquettish tone—it was Yuka's voice, no doubt.

"Hehehe, constipation needs stimulation to work, push harder..."

It was the monk's voice, sounding rather malicious.

Last night, Miyuki had spied on Fujio and Akiko's passionate encounter, and her heart pounded. Without realizing it, she tiptoed forward.

'It seems to be the monk's private room…'

Miyuki murmured, peeking into the shadows behind the paper door.

The monk assumed everyone had gone to the dojo, so he hadn't closed the door. Akiko must have gone out to buy food because there were no cars around.

Inside the room, Yuka had taken off her shorts and underwear and was lying face down on the blankets, her white buttocks raised high.

"Yes, yes… relax a little more."

"Ah! So embarrassing…"

The monk pressed his face against Yuka's buttocks and scratched her anus with paper.

"How are you? Do you feel like you need to poop?"

"No! My stomach hurts so much, but I still can't poop…"

Yuka's cute face pressed against the sheets, her buttocks wriggling, further arousing the monk.

Yuka must be constipated, causing her stomach pain. She wasn't faking illness to skip class; her sweat-drenched face was proof enough.

However, the monk's treatment method was questionable. It didn't feel like the affection one would show to a granddaughter; it felt rather obscene, and the atmosphere was quite strange.

What surprised Miyuki even more was that Yuka didn't seem to feel disgusted at all. Yuka's voice and attitude weren't just condescending; they were almost obsequious.

Akiko, who was raped by Fujio, seemed to be in the same situation. They both abandoned their shame and disgust under the men's lustful words and became willing. But

Miyuki grew angrier the more she watched. She felt that having sex with anyone else was better than him.

'Maybe I'm like that too?' Miyuki's body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. She suddenly remembered the pleasure of masturbation last night.

Yuka's anus was contracting incessantly under the stimulation of the paper twist, and the monk's constant blowing of hot air made her breathing quicken unconsciously.

Yuka's panting was not only lively and cheerful, but also had an endearing quality. It was hard to believe she was a first-year student; it sounded like she was seeking pleasure.

Miyuki carefully observed Yuka's cleft and noticed her genitals were shiny and glossy.

"Ah! Obviously, nothing's coming out of her butt, but her front cleft is oozing a lot of honey!"

The monk immediately noticed and stopped twisting the paper, pressing his face against the cleft to examine it closely.

The swollen, pink cleft appeared even more vibrant and luscious with the honey. The monk widened the cleft with his fingers and then licked the already wet genitals with his tongue.

"Ah!...Don't lick!" Yuka protested coquettishly, her hips swaying.

"Perhaps stimulating the labia with the paper, like stimulating the anus, would be more effective."

Besides licking the cleft vigorously, the monk also used his fingers to spread her buttocks and began licking towards her cleft.

"Ah...um...it's so itchy..."

Yuka seemed unwilling to change her raised buttocks, instead entrusting her lower body to the monk.

"Still can't get it out?"

"Hmm...it's no use at all..." "

Hmm, if licking doesn't work, it seems we'll have to use an enema."

"How do you use an enema?"

"You squeeze the medicine into the anus, then soften the hard stool inside, and it will come out naturally."

"No...I don't want to..." Yuka shook her cute bottom in refusal.

At this moment, Miyuki's foot made a sound as it touched the floor.

"Ah!..."

In a panic, Miyuki tried to hide, but the monk had already noticed her.

"Hey, wait a minute! Come help me!"

The monk wasn't nervous at all, and he guessed that Miyuki had been peeking from over there, so he beckoned her.

Judging from his tone, he wasn't nervous at all; perhaps he was genuinely treating Yuka? Miyuki was confused. Since she couldn't hide anymore, Miyuki had no choice but to bite the bullet and go into the room.

Yuka knew that Miyuki was coming in, but she didn't seem alarmed at all, enjoying the thrill of the secret. And the young Yuka didn't seem to care whether the other person was male or female.

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