Mei’s Abuse Program

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Chapter 1: The Night of the Sex Slaves

Midway down the streetcar toward home, Misako Shiratori had the urge to pee.

This is when you come back from college, probably after practicing golf and drinking beer with your buddies.

It takes ten minutes to get home even if you walk fast, and it seems like an unbearable distance.

(What to do?)

Going forward is a residential area without any eating establishments, and going back to the station adds time.

This time suddenly around the corner and in the opposite direction to home.

Since there’s Guo Yuan on this side, there should be a public restroom there. Walk faster and it won’t take three minutes to get there.

It’s not a very clean toilet, but you can’t be overly particular these days.

The innermost of the four doors, the handle was damaged when I tried to knock, but by this time patience had reached its limit.

On this day Misako wore a pink pullover sweater with ribbon flowers on the chest and a plain white skirt, with a light purple tunic rolled around her waist.

Hanging her purse on the doorknob, she hastily lifted her skirt.

Pull the panties down from your ass along with the pantyhose.

While squatting down, pee hit the toilet like rain.

Just as Book took a breath to enjoy the feeling of liberation, the door suddenly opened.

“Ah!”

It was too late to close the door; a man came in and backhanded it shut.

“Uh-huh.”

For a split second Misako thought she was having a nightmare.

“You scream and I’ll kill you!”

Grabbing her long hair, which she thought was beautiful, the sharp blade was pointed at her face.

“Ah!”

His mouth moved a few times but no sound came out. And the urge to urinate hadn’t completely disappeared, so I didn’t even have the strength to stand up, let alone run away.

“Stand up!”

The man made an excited, raspy sound.

With her hair in his grasp, Misako clenched her legs together as tightly as she could and stood up. She herself felt the warm urine running down her thighs and wetting the panties that had retreated up her thighs.

The man was about forty years old, with short cropped hair and a strong body. It had probably been a few days since he had shaved, and on his tanned face only his eyes emitted a dirty black light.

Misako smelled the wine in her fear as the man’s rough hand made its way to the heel of Misako’s thigh.

“No!”

Reflexively, his body stepped back like a backward, while catching the man’s wrist.

“Behave yourself!”

He pushed him in the chest and leaned his back against the wall.

“Somebody! Somebody…”

Before she could finish screaming, the man’s fist hit her in the stomach.

“Whoo!”

Making a sound, the third punch had already come. Breathing felt difficult, and his eyes were hazy from tears making his vision hazy.

“Spare me!”

Misako pleaded in a trembling voice.

The sharp blade against the neck.

“Do you want to die?”

Misako shook her head gently.

“Be honest if you don’t want to die. Know what!”

Misako nodded slightly. For the first time in her life, she was subjected to violence as the man’s fingers stroked the college girl’s snow-white stomach again.

In a public restroom at night, just after peeing, a strange thug casually playing with the lips of a flower produces a sense of shame worse than death for a young lady of a thousand dollars.

(Ahh! Help!)

Calling this in his mind regretting that he shouldn’t have come to this place.

If, instead of drinking the beer that her friend forced her to drink, if she had gone to the station’s restroom immediately after getting off the bus this wouldn’t have happened.

But it was too late for regrets.

The man withdrew his fingers from the lips of the flower, put them in his mouth as if they were phased and licked them, revealing his black and yellow teeth, and pulled up his pink sweater to reveal breasts full of freshness. The wind-coded breasts, fully matured, with nipples sticking upwards.

The man cradled both plump breasts in his palms, occasionally licking the nipples with the tip of his tongue.

Misako’s eyes went dark with despair. The man was probably going to start violating her soon. Misako had never had any experience with men in the past.

(How could you lose your virginity in such a way.)

Misako really wanted to call out.

The man’s hands began to remove her skirt.

After removing her skirt, she seemed to be eager to grab her panties and pantyhose and pull them off her feet.

In the narrow room of a public restroom, a college girl’s snow-white bottom is completely exposed.

The man put the bottom of the knife on her neck and quickly pulled down his pants. The dark and swollen meat stick pointed straight up to the sky.

Misako resigned herself to her fate at this point. She figured it was her fate to have her first sexual experience happen this way.

The man pulled his legs up under his armpits with one hand, and the hot stick of flesh pushed up toward him, stabbing the tip two or three inches, when suddenly there was a strong pain between the strands.

There was a bit of lucidity when something thick and hard had penetrated deep inside her, and teardrops lowered down her face.

The man’s breathing began to catch as the meat stick moved rhythmically inside her.

It didn’t take much time for it to end as the man shot his white fluid into her and then left her.

Misako crouched against the wall as if she had lost her support.

“So you’re still a virgin, miss?”

The man said seeing something red on the snow white thighs. Misako whimpered while nodding her head.

“So it is.”

The man’s voice turned cold once again and caught Misako’s hair in his hands.

“Lick it.”

Tilting her head back and using the thing that had just abused her right in her mouth.

“Lick it!”

When Misako hesitated, the man’s hand roughly caught her jaw, causing her to open her mouth.

“Well!”

The cum-stained meat stick entered Misako’s mouth, and she had no choice but to take the dirty thing in her mouth.

“Don’t touch it with your teeth, use your tongue.”

Misako had no choice but to do that, and her technique was certainly not pure. However, the man’s already shrunken rod quickly regained its hardness in the college girl’s soft mouth.

“You’ve done a great job, young lady, and will surely please your husband in the future, now take it deeper in your mouth and lick it.”

The man wiggled his ass as he spoke, roughly moving his meat stick in Misako’s mouth.

“Oh!”

Misako couldn’t help but let out a grunt.

“Like this one, miss?”

“───”

“Say, it’s like that, isn’t it?”

“Well ….”

A feeble shake of the head.

“Say! You like this stuff!”

Pull her hair hard while shaking her head.

“Aww… hi… joy…”

The man said, showing his black and yellow teeth again.

“You were already into this stuff, weren’t you?”

“Yes ….”

Nodding with tears in her eyes.

“You have to say like!”

“Yes…like ….”

“Do you want to fuck?”

“Yes ….”

“Be nice and say it!”

“Give me a break…”

In that moment a slap to her face.

“Say it! Say it.”

“I want to fuck…”

A trembling body speaks words of shame.

“Say it again!”

“I want to…fuck.”

“Say it again!”

“I want to fuck.”

Teardrops continued to well up staining his cheeks.

“Keep talking until I promise to stop.”

After issuing such a command, the man asked Misako to assume the dog-crawling position.

“I want to fuck, I want to fuck ….”

Misako said repeating it like a mantra. The man held her waist from behind her ass and began to do the second abuse.

Misako took three days off from school.

Having already earned all the credits needed for graduation, with only the thesis remaining, the three-day vacation did not affect Misako’s coursework.

It’s just that I feel bad for worrying the people around me by pretending to be sick.

The family consists of a father, Eijiro, a housekeeper, Katsu, and a tenant, Keita Ino, whose mother died five years ago and whose sister, Ritsuko, is married. Keita Ino is the eldest son of his maternal uncle, so he is her cousin. He is now in cram school to prepare for the university entrance exams, and is staying at Misako’s house for the convenience of the cram school.

The night I came back from my first day of school after taking a vacation.

“Sister, there’s something wrong with English, can you teach me.”

Keita said as she ate dinner with her father.

“Okay, I’ll teach you after the shower.”

Misako replied smoothly.

There were many times in the past when Misako taught Keita her homework.

According to Misako’s observation, Keita’s current strength made it difficult for him to get into the first choice national university. However, there were still four months to go, so there was still a possibility of getting on the list if he worked hard.

To Misako, who had no brothers, Keita was tantamount to a real brother, and in fact, when Keita called her sister for the first time, she felt embarrassed on the one hand, and on the other hand, she felt an indescribable pleasure.

Therefore, even if he can’t get into a national university, I want him to get into a top private university of his second choice.

“It seems like Keita is going to be serious about her schoolwork too.”

Eijiro said as he looked at the two men. Keita also blushed with embarrassment. In the past, he used to come home from cram school mostly after ten o’clock at night, but for the past four or five days he had been home by six o’clock.

“After cramming classes, we used to work together at a friend’s house.

Despite what Keita said, he was actually playing mahjong with a friend, a situation Eijiro had seen coming.

But lately Keita has returned late for other reasons.

After taking a shower Misako goes to the second floor. Misako’s room is downstairs and Keita’s room is on the second floor, get changed and go knock on the door of Keita’s room.

“Come in.”

Opening the door and walking in, it was neat inside because a housewife cleaned the room every day, and there were posters of idol singers on the walls.

“What place are you asking about?”

“Oh, it’s here.”

Misako walked over to Keita and looked at the textbook on the desk. Seeing where he was pointing, it wasn’t a hard part.

“What’s not to understand?”

“It’s…here’s what it means ….”

Seeing Keita’s stuttering Misako was surprised that by this point in time, this level of English was not understood, it was a second-rate private university that he had no hope of getting into.

“Keita, what’s wrong with you? With your strength I don’t think this bit of English is a problem.”

Explain it to him when you’re done.

“Sis.” Keita’s voice suddenly rose in pitch. “It’s not actually about English, there are other questions for you.”

“What?”

That’s when Misako noticed Keita’s expression was abnormal.

“Is a woman sexy even when she’s … that … being forcibly abused?”

“What?”

Misako thought she heard wrong and turned her head to look at Keita.

“How exactly?”

“I don’t know about that kind of thing.”

The voice was a little hoarse.

“So, do sisters report to the police when they are raped by thugs?”

Misako couldn’t reply to Keita’s urgent tone.

“Or are you resigned to your fate?”

“I don’t know about that kind of thing, it never happened.”

“Answer it with imagination.”

“Why… ask such a question?”

“It’s because of ….”

“I’ll ignore your homework if you ask questions like that!”

Masking her woes with anger, Misako walked towards the door of her room.

“Wait a minute. Sister, I have something to show you.”

Misako stopped in front of the door, feeling Keita’s voice suddenly turn cold.

“What is it?”

“You’ll know it when you see it.”

Misako walked back to look at the few pictures he handed her, all of a sudden making her speechless and standing there with the pictures. It was as if she was suddenly hit on the head with a stick from behind. It was quite a shock.

The photos were of a young woman being raped by a man, unusually in a toilet, not brightly enough lit, but with a greater sense of realism. But two of the raped women’s faces are clear.

“Sister, how’s it going?”

Keita’s voice brought Misako to her senses.

“What’s with the pictures?”

The voice that asked was hoarse.

“It’s a good picture, isn’t it? I wanted to show it to you earlier, but Sis seems to be sick.”

Misako couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic again.

(I’m supposed to be calm at this point.)

Misako told herself this and then said to Keita.

“Keita, did you take this picture?”

“Uh-huh.”

Keita nodded and looked at Misako and said.

“Sister, I like you.”

“What!”

“I like you, what do you think of me?”

“Of course I like it.”

Misako answered this in hesitation.

“Love me? I do love you.”

Misako’s mind was already in turmoil, having just seen the pictures of her rape in the restroom four days ago and immediately hearing her cousin’s confession of love.

“What’s going on? Tell me clearly.”

Keita’s vision was very serious.

“How about what…I said I was in love with you, you’re like my own brother…you understand, I’ve never thought about you in terms of love because we’re related.”

“So you don’t love me.”

On Keita’s face, a suicidal expression.

“That’s for sure right, a beautiful and smart college student like Sis can’t possibly fall in love with a cram school student like me.”

“It’s not like that, didn’t I tell you? It’s true that I like you.”

Misako more or less regained her composure.

Although the other party’s body was large, it was ultimately a nineteen year old boy, with an age difference of only three years, but a twenty-two year old woman and a nineteen year old man, the difference in mental age was like that between an adult and a child.

“Really?”

Keita looked up at Misako.

“Sure.”

Misako nodded her head and felt Kei’s eyes on her ample breasts in the t-shirt and her thighs exposed in the mini-skirt and suddenly felt nervous.

The characteristic scent emanating from freshly bathed flesh was enough to shake the teenager’s heart. Both men suddenly turned silent, and it was a breathtaking silence.

“Ah, I ….”

Misako tried to leave and Keita put his hands around her waist.

“I love you. I love you.”

“Ah.”

Keita’s strength immediately pushed her down onto the bed next to her.

It was the nightmare of four days ago reappearing. Although I resisted, I couldn’t stand up to the pair in terms of strength. After his hands were pinned down, he had no choice but to give up his resistance. Keita gazed at Misako while leaning his mouth over.

Just at the moment when their mouths were just about to touch, Misako unconsciously yelled.

“No!”

One side screamed and turned his head away.

While Keita’s hands were relaxing, Misako quickly stood up and said.

“I hate people who do that.”

One side rushed out of the room.

Back in her room, the fluttering in her heart still couldn’t be stilled. On the dressing table were the photos taken from Keita’s room. In addition to Keita’s confession of love, these photos hit Misako strongly.

How did he get to these photos? There was no one else in the public restroom that night. It was raped in a small space, and the door was closed, so it’s impossible to take photos.

But there was the impossible photo sitting right in front of him. The answer to this was known only to Keita.

And there’s the matter of the negatives, which have to be brought back.

After regaining her composure, Misako once again went to the door of Keita’s room and knocked, but no one answered.

“Keita, it’s me, may I come in?”

“───”

“I have something to tell you.”

“───”

“I’m coming in.”

Push the door open and walk in.

Keita sat in her original seat.

“Sorry about earlier.”

“Nothing.”

Keita said looking at the desk.

“Then it’s good to talk about about about these pictures.”

Misako left Keita’s bedside as soon as the photo was placed on the table.

“Keita, you said you shot it, can you tell me how?”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t remember people taking pictures.”

“You lie!”

Keita suddenly roared loudly, along with the chair turning in Misako’s direction. Keita’s appearance was so unimaginable that it was impossible to imagine such a horrible expression right now.

“Sister is here to get these pictures back, right, and the negatives.”

“───”

“It’s wanting these things, isn’t it.”

Picked up the photo on the table and showed it to Misako.

“I do want it.”

Misako said looking at Keita.

“It’s the kind of embarrassing photo that if someone else sees it, I… you should understand. It’s best if you give it to me, and also want to know what method you used to take it.”

“You can have it.”

Keita answered readily.

“Thanks.”

“But what did my sister give me?”

“Anything…”

Misako suddenly nervously clenched her legs that were exposed by her miniskirt when she said that. At some point Keita’s eyes were fixed on the two snow white thighs.

Just think of his actions just now and realize what he wants.

“Really anything?”

Hot light bubbled up from Keita’s eyes.

“No, not everything.”

“True enough. Actually, it’s fine without the exchange. I couldn’t resist showing it to my cram school classmates four days ago.”

“Keita, don’t ever do that…please.”

“It’s my freedom because it’s my stuff.”

Misako felt woefully out of sorts, now in a completely different situation from the earlier sort of teenage sex confession sort of situation, revealing a sly and cold expression on Keita’s expression.

Keita turned bolder when he saw Misako’s flustered look and knew that the photos were more potent than he thought.

“If you’re okay, go out, I have homework to do.”

When Misako heard his words, she knew that the two of them had reversed their positions and were completely different from usual.

“Okay, Keita …. Sis promises you what you want…so no one else can see these pictures, give them to me completely.”

Misako showed a pleading look.

“Sister, is it true?”

“Well, I promise. But Keita, you have to keep your word too.”

Seeing Keita’s innocent and happy look towards a child, his heart dried to more pain, but there was no other way but to nod.

“What color panties is Sis wearing today?”

“What?”

As if by surprise, Misako’s face stiffened.

“What color…that kind of is…”

“Tell me about it.”

Keita said in a strong tone.

“White…probably…”

“Let me see.”

Swallowing back the words of refusal that were about to reach her mouth, Misako subconsciously clenched her beautiful thighs that were leaking out of her miniskirt.

“Didn’t you hear me when I said to look?”

“Keita, you ….”

“Spread your thighs!”

There is a commanding tone – as if to say, if you don’t do what I say, there will be serious consequences.

Misako really wanted to leave, but she had to get the photos and negatives anyway.

“Show you, just give me the photos and negatives?”

“Yes, you my word do it and it will be given to you.”

Misako bites her lips tightly, just bear with it, it’s a short time. Misako seemed to press the hem of her miniskirt with both hands, and then spread her lovely knees apart like left and right.

At this time Keita’s eyes saw two elastic thighs, sandwiching slightly bulging white panties with pantyhose lame

“Spread your legs wider.”

“───”

Misako couldn’t help but turn her face away from Keita’s stern gaze, but she also had to part at a greater angle.

Keita’s eyes took in the seams of the pantyhose, and the ruffled edges of the white panties.

“Just put your legs up on the build bed like that.”

“I can’t, just spare me.”

“No. You promised to do what I said. You don’t keep your word A I don’t want to keep it either.”

Keita’s command had absolute power. Misako closed her eyes and moved her hips into the bed, holding her hands at her sides, lifting her parted beautiful thighs up, her feet on the edge of the bed.

At this point the miniskirt was no longer of any use.

“Ah.”

Keita, who had suddenly stood up, immediately knelt down in front of the bed again and ran his hands over Misako’s thighs.

“No!”

Misako is going to close her thighs.

“Don’t move!”

Keita made a sharp sound.

“If you move now, you’ll never get the negative.”

“It’s…”

Misako slowly spread her thighs apart again.

Keita stroked Misako’s thighs with both hands while bringing his face close to the heels of his plump thighs.

At the place of the heel of the thighs, there seemed to be two clamps of shame, and the slight bulge was covered by thin panties.

It was the beautiful and bulging mystery zone he had dreamed of seeing.

Ever since he came to live at the Shiratori house, Keita masturbated almost every day thinking about this part of Misako’s body. Before this, he masturbated to an idol singer, but now it was the smell of the perfume Misako used, the touch of Misako’s hand that he happened to touch, or the feel or smell of Misako’s washed and tanned panties that he had secretly touched, but now Misako’s lower body was completely exposed. It was hard to breathe even with excitement, but Keita stuck out his tongue at that soft bulge not for licking.

“No!”

Misako blushed with shame and covered her face with both hands. But Keita could not brake at this time. The strong odor of a woman’s body emanated from the strands of his thighs, and his lips pressed hard against it.

“I’m taking it off.”

After also making a deliberate statement like that, Keita’s fingers hooked onto the waist of the pantyhose.

“Aww, give me a break…”

Misako’s femur couldn’t help but flinch backward, but it followed closely. His hand was trembling a bit, but he still pulled downward. But because he was not used to it, when he reached the bulging buttocks, there was no way to continue pulling down.

“Sister, stand up.”

Keita was still holding Misako’s waist as she got off the bed. The thighs exposed from the miniskirt showed even more beauty.

“Please spare me.”

Misako pleaded as she pulled her miniskirt downward.

“I can stop, but the negatives are off the table.”

“Ah…”

Misako let out a slight gasp.

Keita lifted up her skirt again, this time pulling down her panties and pantyhose together in one go from the side of her waist.

“Lift your feet.”

When pulling to the feet, separate the secondary to remove the panties.

By this time Misako was completely naked underneath her miniskirt.

Misako instinctively pulled down her miniskirt.

“Let go of the hand!”

Keita crouched down and gave orders coldly.

“Ah. Don’t…”

Demanded in a hoarse voice, but only tolerated letting Keita lift her miniskirt.

Keita’s eyes glowed brightly as she gazed at the black grass on her lower abdomen. Between the heels of the closed thighs, black fuzz covered the mysterious zone.

As trembling fingers reached for the black grass, the bell of the intercom on the desk rang.

Keita seemed to shift his gaze reluctantly.

“Just don’t move.”

Grabbed the walkie-talkie after saying that.

“Is Ms. Misako here?”

It was the voice of the housekeeper woman, Katsu.

“She’s in, what’s up?”

“It’s Mr. Sasano on the phone.”

Keita cursed inwardly.

“Sister’s phone.”

Disgruntled, he said, handing over the walkie-talkie, which Misako took after straightening her skirt.

“It’s me. Ah…”

Can’t help but call out.

Because Keita was behind her, lifting up her miniskirt to stroke her bare ass with both hands.

“Miss, what’s wrong with you?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“My phone picked up.”

“Wait a minute…”

But it was too late. The call had been connected.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Evening…an…”

Sasano was a classmate of the University Gower Club.

“How did it go last time we talked?”

“What?”

“Forgot? Go for a ride next Sunday.”

“Wow, this…”

During this time Keita’s hands kept touching her ass and his fingers tried to penetrate between the smooth canyons.

“The body is ready, isn’t it?”

“Yes, almost.”

“Go on then, the foliage is beautiful now, and this time next year you and I will be socialites.”

“Well…”

“Misako, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Because Keita wants to spread her thighs and Misako won’t, Keita twists her thighs.

“You say there’s nothing, but there’s something wrong.”

“There’s just a weird bug.”

“So, that scared me.”

Just as Sasano laughed bitterly, Misako’s thighs were forced apart. Keita looked at the roots of the thighs as if he wanted to burrow in.

(Ah, really…)

Excited, Keita’s body began to shake.

In the past Keita had only had one experience with a woman, and that was when he was convinced by a pimp to hold a woman in a Turkish bath after failing his college exams this year.

Probably because of the cheap price, the woman was thin and old with heavy makeup. The woman herself said she was “twenty-five”, but with her rough skin and sagging breasts, she looked over thirty.

Even though I ended my life as a child man with this woman as my subject, I don’t want to lick her sex organ anyway.

In contrast, the flower of Misako in front of me is pure, regardless of the pink color, it seems to be embarrassed to be together with the petals, full of beautiful freshness.

Without hesitation, Keita stuck out his tongue and licked along the lovely groove.

“Ah, uh …. Keita, don’t do that.”

Misako finally couldn’t hold back from pressing the phone with her hand and yelling out.

“Hey Misako are you listening?”

“Ah, it’s …… Hold on while I transfer the call to my room and listen.”

Put down the walkie-talkie when you’re done.

“Is Sister trying to escape?”

“No, had an important talk with a college friend, had to be quick or he’d get suspicious.”

“Does Sister like this guy?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“The man named Sasano, he’s the one who always calls.”

“No, he’s just a golf buddy, a regular friend.”

“But he seems to like his sister a lot.”

“Yes? …. Now I’m going back to my room. Katsu will be surprised too.”

Unexpectedly, Keita’s hands retracted from her thighs.

“But you’re going to come to my place when everyone’s asleep.”

Misako didn’t answer, pulling down her miniskirt and running out without putting on her panties.

The next morning, Keita woke up early and stood in the middle of the stairs to watch for movement downstairs. As usual, Eijiro had already left for work in the car sent by the company.

Last night, Misako didn’t come back to his room, and he stayed up the whole night, to the extent that it wasn’t because he was angry with Misako, but because of the over-excitement of touching Misako’s flesh and having tasted the mysterious petals with his tongue.

Keita smelled the odor emanating from the pantyhose and panties Misako had left behind, giving vent to his youthful desires three times.

Despite this, Keita’s lower abdomen, which was hiding on the stairs, swelled with new desires.

Shortly afterward the sound of slippers came from downstairs.

“Good morning, Miss.”

“Good morning.”

Misako was chilling with Katsu in the kitchen when footsteps came this way and then disappeared into the restroom.

At this time Keita deliberately made loud footsteps going down the stairs.

He came all the way to the restroom and gently pushed the door open, at which time Misako was inside washing her face with her back to the door.

Keita went over and smoothly closed the door, and his eyes immediately began to gaze at the legs peeking out from his skirt.

Bend your upper body in order to wash your face, so most of your thighs are exposed from your white skirt.

Keita silently walked over and jerked up her skirt to caress her ass which had light blue panties surrounding it.

“Ah!”

Her body shuddered a little, and Misako looked back.

“Keita, you ……”

“Sister don’t mind me, keep washing.”

“Let go of your hand.”

Misako twisted her waist to try and drive Keita’s hand away.

“I don’t want to. I want to touch my sister’s ass.”

“Don’t you be ridiculous.”

“I’m not making this up, you might as well wash your face. Do you want Katsu to see this?”

Seeing Keita’s expression on the mirror, Misako thought it was unusual, so she let him touch her ass and continued to wash her face herself.

While this was going on, Keita pulled down her pantyhose and panties.

“I’m wearing blue today, sis is so sexy, from now on whenever we are together you have to lift up your skirt yourself to show me your panties. Then ask me to please take off your panties.”

Keita said as he removed his underwear from the bottom of his feet, and Misako felt a little horrible about Keita not bringing up last night’s failure to obey orders instead.

“Why don’t you answer me?”

Suddenly catching his hair, she tilted her face up.

“I hate being rough!”

Looking in the mirror Keita said. Keita’s hands began to exert force and Misako’s face was pressed into the washbasin filled with water.

“Well ……”

It was only when she could hardly breathe that she was allowed to lift her head.

“Ah ……”

Open your mouth and take a breath.

“Answer it.”

“Keita, don’t be like that.”

The powerful force pressed her face into the water again.

“Well ……”

It was only when the water ran up her nostrils that she pulled up her hair.

“Got it …. So stop it.”

Misako pleaded while coughing.

“You have to say yes completely.”

“I totally said yes.”

Seeing how pathetic she looked in the mirror, she had to nod her head.

“Good. Now go to the cafeteria but no panties.”

Misako sat down face to face with Keita across the dining room table.

She certainly didn’t have an appetite, and after her phone call with Sasano last night, she didn’t know what to do and agonized all night.

(Get down on your knees and cry to him.)

But the thought of Keita’s attitude just now probably made him even angrier.

(Might as well put on a tough stance and scold him, it might work out fine, he’s still a kid at any rate.)

But what just happened in the restroom caused her plans to completely fall apart.

“Ah, crap.”

Keita’s chopsticks fell to the floor and crouched down to pick them up, but never got up.

“Well!”

Misako’s feet were suddenly touched, causing her to jump.

Pulling back the tablecloth and looking down, Keita was attempting to lift her skirt below.

“Keita, it can’t be.”

Misako whispered, pressing her hands against her skirt. At that moment Katsu came over and Misako hurriedly pulled her napkin and picked up her rice bowl.

“Did the lady call for me?”

“No.”

Pretending to eat as if nothing had happened, just for a while Keita’s hand didn’t stop.

Lined Misako couldn’t resist, pulling her white skirt up to her thighs and running her hands above her knees.

Misako pressed harder on her legs, not allowing his hands to intrude since there was nothing on under her skirt.

But Keita was very bold and twisted her thighs when he knew that wouldn’t work.

“Pain ……”

Almost coming out more like this, Misako barely held back.

Because he was young, there was no telling what he would do once he started and then later before he achieved his goal. Misako had to slowly spread her legs to avoid having Katsu find out.

Keita showed a smug smile, the light under the dining table was just as he imagined it could be described as a stunning sight. In the past, there were times when I dropped my chopsticks by chance, and when I picked them up, I saw Misako’s beautiful legs. But at that time, there was no way to spread her legs, not to mention touching them.

At this point Keita didn’t hesitate to reach out and feel around the grassy area.

“Miss, are you not feeling well?”

Being clenching her thighs Misako looked up at Katsu in alarm.

“No, why do you ask?”

“It doesn’t look too good, is yours not completely healed.”

“It won’t, you’re being paranoid.”

Keita took advantage of this opportunity to violate it unceremoniously, his fingers had reached the lips of the flower and were writhing there. At this point Misako couldn’t show any expression of dissatisfaction.

“Where did Young Master Keita go?”

Katsu looked at the rest of Keita’s food with a puzzled expression.

“Probably going to the restroom.”

“Oh.”

“Katsu, I don’t want to eat this morning. You can pack it up.”

After saying that she pulled down her skirt and ran back to her room.

Was getting ready for school when I heard a knock on the door.

“Who?”

Misako sounded a little nervous.

“It’s me. May I come in?”

“Can’t! I’m changing.”

But before he could finish his sentence Keita came in.

“What are you going to do?”

“You lied to me about changing clothes.”

Keita’s eyes drifted over Misako’s body.

“Did you forget what you promised in the restroom? Hurry up, you’ll be late.”

Misako glanced at him, but Keita didn’t care. She could only slowly pull up her skirt, revealing her knees and then her plump thighs.

“Can’t see it yet!”

At this point Misako had to turn her head and continue pulling on her skirt.

At the heel of her thighs she reveals her freshly changed plain white panties.

“There’s one thing you forgot to say.”

“Take off …. my panties.”

The sound was so low it was almost inaudible.

“Sure.”

Keita squatted in front of Misako, and this time, unlike yesterday, removed his pantyhose and underwear with a more skillful look.

“Wearing this to school today?”

“Yeah.”

“But you can’t see your sister’s pretty thighs in this one. I’ll change you to something shorter.”

Keita went to the closet to look for it after she finished.

“Wear this one.”

Keita chose the shortest miniskirt of all Misako’s clothes.

“It’s too small. It’s no longer wearable.”

It does have a narrow waist and hip circumference.

“Don’t talk about it. Put it on.”

Misako had no choice but to put the miniskirt on inside and then take off the outside skirt.

The zipper could barely be fastened by scrunching up the stomach, but now the sub came on shorter than expected, with healthy thighs exposed almost to the roots.

“This dress is perfect for your sister, just wear this and go.”

“No …… I don’t want it.”

Subconsciously pulling her miniskirt downward, Misako shook her head vigorously.

“No, this is your punishment for not coming to my room last night, let’s go together.”

“Wait, it’s really impossible to get out of here like this.”

“I’ll decide what my sister wears in the future, and I think this dress is the best.”

“Okay, I’ll wear this one. At least let me wear panties.”

“It’s more exciting without panties.”

“Come on, people will look at me that way.”

Not bad, it’s not summer, people will definitely feel weird wearing such super short miniskirts.

“Permission to wear a pair of pantyhose, then.”

“Thanks.”

Misako couldn’t help but thank Keita.

But Keita didn’t let him put on his pantyhose for nothing.

Grab the knife on the dressing table and cut about ten centimeters into the between-the-stockings portion of the pantyhose.

“Let me put it on you.”

After saying that, she squatted in front of Misako with her hands holding her pantyhose.

“No, I don’t want that.”

“You don’t want to wear it just go like that.”

“Wear it, I’ll wear it.”

There was no choice but to lift my foot.

Five minutes later, Misako and Keita left the house together.

Feeling uncomfortable about her miniskirt after walking out, she naturally lowered her head.

As we approached the station, more and more pedestrians were passing by.

“Everyone is looking at my sister’s beautiful legs.”

“Keita, I’m embarrassed.”

Misako’s red face showed her cowering.

“The more you do it the more people notice, be natural, it’s not like you’re doing anything bad.”

Keita whispered in Misako’s ear, walking quickly towards the station to get through the ticket cutout to the steps.

“From here my sister is going to walk to the front and I’m going to see if I can see it from underneath. If it’s blocked with a book bag, I’ll tell you to walk again.”

Pushed from behind by Keita, Misako wobbled forward.

The most crowded time band has passed, but there are still a lot of people on the platforms.

Misako pulled the escalator with her hand from the first catch of the ladder and walked upward step by step.

The only saving grace for Misako was that the miniskirt fit snugly and the hems weren’t separate, so there was no worry about fluttering.

But it was already showing thighs, and with a little added angle, you could see inside the skirt.

Halfway down the ladder, Keita, who was standing below, saw the heels of plump thighs, and the small hills on the ground around his hips began to show.

After walking up the steps, no one except Keita seemed to notice that Misako didn’t have any panties.

“Don’t worry, no ass in sight.”

Keita came up from behind and whispered in Misako’s ear.

Misako blushed and whacked her head down, looking almost soulful as she walked through the steps.

But the real pain had not yet begun.

When we arrived at the platform, we immediately put him on a tram that just happened to be coming in, which was not very crowded at that time. However, from the second stop onwards, the number of passengers boarding and alighting increased.

Misako and Keita stood facing each other near the car door.

Keita’s hands began to caress Misako’s thighs.

Misako hurriedly pressed Keita’s hand, but his hand had already slipped into the miniskirt and had reached the smooth lower abdomen. The length of the miniskirt was less than thirty centimeters, and the thighs exposed from the knees were still more than the length of the miniskirt, so there was literally no way to stop Keita’s hand.

And it was only then that I realized Keita’s reasoning for cutting between the strands of the pantyhose with a pocketknife.

It’s tempting to clench your legs, but in order to keep your balance in a rocking car, you have to spread them a little bit anyway.

Thus Misako’s lower body became almost defenseless.

Keita nonchalantly stroked Misako’s flowery lips through the crack in her pantyhose.

(if seen by others ……)

I wish I had a hole to just dive into.

However, the actual situation was worse than Misako thought. Because there was a man who had just struck Misako’s face as she walked up the steps and followed her up waiting for an opportunity.

And it doesn’t even refer to one person. The pornographers on the platform leaned in at the sight of Misako.

The hand coming from behind almost scared Misako out of her wits.

There were several hands burrowing into the miniskirt at the same time, lewdly caressing the pantyhose-only ass.

And knowing that Misako wasn’t wearing any panties, she assumed that the woman wanted a man to touch her, and her movements became bolder.

It was no use pressing down on the mini-skirt with both hands, catching one’s wrist and the other’s hand squirming between the strands. Trying to stall that hand, it was instead caught and pulled to the front of the bulging pants.

(Please, don’t do this!)

Misako really wanted to shout like that.

The mini-skirt had been pulled up to her waist, and the cleavage of her pantyhose, which had been only ten centimeters, had been extended to her ass.

The man’s fingers invaded from there, stroking directly over the smooth skin.

And as luck would have it, the door of the car next to Misako’s side, didn’t open until the end of the line, and for fifteen minutes, Misako had to be abused by the men.

It was only when they finally reached the terminal that they were able to free themselves from the crowded train. Keita immediately took Misako’s hand and headed for the exit.

“Keita, where are we going?”

Misako’s university, is to change cars here.

“I want you to see me use my energy.”

Ignoring Misako’s protests, Keita pulls her along. Keita’s cram school was about 5 minutes away from the station.

There were three nine-floor buildings, and after walking into one of them, Keita stood in front of the elevator door.

About the first hour of class had already started, and only a few late arrivals were visible.

Stepping into the elevator Keita pressed the button for the seventh floor and then stood side by side with Misako.

The two other students who came in together pressed the button for the ninth floor.

“Ah ……”

The moment the elevator began to move, Misako couldn’t help but scream, but didn’t actually make a sound.

Keita’s hand crept deeper into her miniskirt and began to caress her ass, which was only wearing pantyhose. And by this time, the pantyhose had already been torn by several men in the crowded train, centered between their thighs.

Misako hastily blocked Keita’s hand, but the young sadist didn’t let up and used his other hand to pull the miniskirt up to his waist.

(Do not ….)

Almost screaming again, Misako grabbed his hand hard.

The exposed lower abdomen was covered by pantyhose, but there was already hair showing through the crack.

Although it was behind the backs of the two students, the shame of exposing the lower half of her body in this way made the thousand-dollar young lady Misako really unable to bear it.

Perhaps sensing movement behind them, one of the students was about to look back. Misako nervously relaxed her grip on Keita’s hand and almost fainted, but the student immediately turned her eyes to the numbers that were just markers.

Misako knew that her junior was sweating again, and if she resisted at this point she would surely shadow the attention of the two men in front of her, so she had to let Keita caress her.

Keita also took this opportunity to put his fingers into the crack of his clenched thighs, digging into the flower lips that were already oozing with lust. At this time, he lifted up her blouse again, and also stroked her breasts through the snow-white bra.

To Misako, the time it took to get to the seventh floor seemed like hours. When the elevator stopped, Keita quickly withdrew his hand and wrapped his arm around Misako as he walked out.

The moment she stepped out of the elevator, Keita’s hand lifted up her miniskirt once again.

(Ah!)

Misako received a shock that her heart was about to stop, so it was no wonder that the two students stared wide-eyed. The miniskirt of a rare beauty in this supplementary school was lifted up to reveal the lower half of her body. And there were no panties under the skirt, only a pair of torn pantyhose. Both of them could clearly see half of the smooth flesh exposed from the pantyhose, the twin mounds swaying provocatively to the left and right as they walked.

But such unexpected beauty immediately faded as the elevator doors closed to obscure their view.

“Keita, you can spare me.”

As she was led into the classroom where no one was attending, Misako began to plead.

“I haven’t done anything yet. But hopefully you’ll have to listen to me completely when I do.”

Keita grabbed Misako’s hand and pulled her to the window at the back of the classroom, from which she could see the downtown area around the station.

“Sister, crouch down here.”

Misako turned her back to the window and did as he said. At that moment, not knowing what Keita was thinking, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his young meat stick from inside.

“Can’t hold back anymore, get it in my mouth.”

By this time the meat stick was pointing at the ceiling almost as if it was about to break.

“Don’t you be ridiculous ….”

Misako turned her head away with a red face.

“You won’t?”

“Yeah ….”

Took a slap in the face in that split second.

“Ah, what are you doing!”

He got slapped again when he looked up at Keita.

“No, don’t!”

Misako’s voice had trembled. Keita said nothing and continued to beat on Misako’s face as if he was going to beat her until she obeyed.

At that moment Misako suddenly thought of the light of being raped in the restroom in the park.

That time, too, she was threatened with a knife, punched in the cheek, her body played with, not to mention having to say things that were difficult for her to say.

Keita must have seen the situation, but the problem is not that she was abused by the thugs, but that she completely listened to them after being intimidated by them.

At that time, Keita would not have been so bold if she had not been intimidated into submission to fight to the end, that is, to end up being raped.

“Can you lick that man’s, but not mine?”

Keita finally spoke.

“Please, not here!”

Misako tearfully demanded.

“No, if you don’t get it soon maybe someone will come in and I won’t be the one to lose face.”

“Well ….”

Now there was only obedience, and what had been a cute cousin was now a complete emperor who dominated her.

Misako’s snow-white thighs exposed from the mini-skirt ri, only kneeling on the ground, warily put her mouth close to the root of Keita’s thighs.

“Hold it in your hand!”

Do as he says and hold the meat with one hand, then close your eyes and take it in your mouth from the front. Misako came to say it was the second man’s meat stick after that thug.

Keita had satisfied himself three times last night, so he was already confident that he wouldn’t cum anytime soon. But the soft lips and tongue of Misako, whom he admired in his heart, were sweeter than he had imagined, and his already swollen meat stick was even more engorged with blood at this time.

“Ah, sis, that’s great ….”

Couldn’t help but say that and wiggle her ass. Just then the tip of Misako’s tongue happened to touch the center point of the meat stick.

“Ah.”

Keita’s five bodies produced an electrifying sense of beauty, and at that very moment a sticky liquid spurted out from the meat stick that had pierced deeply into Misako’s throat.

“Vomit…”

Breathing was obstructed, and then the moment the meat stick was pulled out, Misako spat out the white cream, and felt sick in her mouth even after she spat it out.

“Sister, from now on, you will be my lover.”

Keita said while stowing his meat stick in his pants.

“Why don’t you answer?”

Beautiful hair was grabbed by Keita and pulled hard.

“Know …. know.”

Misako nodded her head as she developed a misanthropic mood.

“Speak clearly!”

“I’m Keita’s lover.”

“You can say that about anyone, can’t you?”

“Yes ….”

“Then wait here.”

Keita suddenly smiles smugly leaving Misako in the classroom to walk out.

Keita came back about five minutes later, but there were three other friends with him, and he was the one who had called the three friends who were in other classrooms to come here.

“Let me introduce, she’s my love Misako Shirato.”

Keita turned to Misako again.

“The students from the supplementary school, Aida and Watanabe and Yagisawa.”

“I’m Misako, please tell me more.”

The expression was tense though, trying to speak in a gentle tone.

“Hello.”

All three were visibly nervous and surprised. They were listening to Keita said, “I brought my girlfriend to introduce to you.” After that, they listened and half-heartedly followed, but now what they saw was actually a beautiful woman, and they could see that there was a wonderful body, especially the thighs that were exposed from the miniskirt, as white and smooth as snow.

I’ve heard Keita say “I have a good woman” before, but when he was asked to introduce her, he always found excuses not to bring her, and his classmates thought he was bragging.

But this beauty in front of her, whether it was her circumference or the shape of her legs, was exactly as Keita had described before.

Because Misako was so beautiful, the three men hadn’t been fully convinced until now.

“Excuse me …. Are you really …. This kid …. Ino’s lover?”

The body is short teenager named Watanabe stuttered and asked. Misako said with a glance like Keita.

“Yes.”

“But I heard Keita say she was borrowing Ms. Shiratori’s house ….”

This time it was Aida, who wore glasses, who asked.

“Do you already know? Keita is my cousin.”

The three men took another fresh look at Misako and Keita.

In any case Keita is not worthy of this Misako’s college students, and Keita is sensitive to their thoughts.

“Don’t you guys believe it yet?”

“No, there’s no disbelief.”

The physically obese Yagisawa skimmed his hand, but his expression clearly showed skepticism.

“Then prove it and believe it by kissing her here.”

The three men were looking at each other, but it was Misako who felt more alarmed.

“Keita ……”

“What does it matter, we shouldn’t be embarrassed if we’re in love.”

“But ….”

Misako flinched, but Keita grabbed her shoulder and leaned his face in.

It was likely the first time he had ever kissed, and Keita clumsily pressed his mouth against Misako’s to suck on the soft lips.

The three students stared in disbelief.

Misako closed her eyes, feeling sad at herself for needing to kiss someone she didn’t love in front of strangers.

The tongue invaded her mouth, wriggling over Misako’s beautiful teeth, and came to entangle her tongue, as well as a hand caressing the breasts from her shirt.

“Keita, don’t be like that.”

He couldn’t help but block his hand, but Keita defiantly slipped his other hand into his miniskirt.

(Ah, no!)

Misako wanted to scream like that. However, that kind of struggle would arouse the suspicion of the three men, which was tantamount to arousing Keita’s anger, and right now, even if it was embarrassing, she needed to play the role of Keita’s lover.

Seeing Misako with a hesitant look but still responding to the kiss, Keita’s boldness increased even more and stuck out his leg between Misako’s closed legs, his hand going in through the crack in his pantyhose to caress the pink flower lips.

“Wow. ….”

In the state where her tongue was being sucked by Keita, Misako’s body suddenly shook.

Misako didn’t know why this was, but it produced an intense yet sweet feeling in her lower body that she had never felt before.

From underneath the lifted up blouse revealing her ample breasts, Keita stroked them with raw movements.

Despite his foolish movements, his beautiful twenty year old sensual breasts quickly swelled up in this situation. Just as the pink nipple was taken into Keita’s mouth and sucked on it, a sweet sensation immediately arose and it immediately began to fill with blood and harden.

“Ah ….”

In the unusual atmosphere Misako’s body trembled, embarrassed at her reaction Misako.

“Watch this.”

Keita’s voice was hoarse, but smugly stretched out his nectar-soaked fingers.

“This is proof that we love each other.”

The three boys were wide-eyed and dumbfounded.

Misako embarrassingly covered her face with her hands and crouched down.

“That’s enough already, Misako. Pick up where you left off in the evening, and you can go now or you’ll be late for college.”

Misako rushed out of the classroom as if she had no life after hearing that.

Keita went home immediately after cram school, in the past he would have wandered around before going back, but now that he had an ideal lover like Misako, there was no need to wander around.

On this day Keita had a little dysentery after eating curry and rice in the cafeteria of the supplementary school.

I also had to make several trips to the restroom during my afternoon class, and was only a little better by the end of class.

“Hey, come today too.”

At the end of the class Aida and Yagisawa came to make the gesture of touching the cards.

“But my stomach isn’t quite right.”

“What, you won yesterday and you’re trying to sneak out today.”

Yagisawa said, but contrary to his tone his eyes were smiling.

“If it’s serious, there’s nothing you can do, go find someone else.”

After Aida said that, Keita’s heart was a little shaken.

“No, a little medicine and you’ll be fine.”

Keita still can’t resist the lure of mahjong, and the venue is, as usual, Aida’s apartment.

Still good luck with the cards, just shouldn’t be drinking the Coca-Cola that the other three are drinking.

“I’m going on number one.”

There was a slight pallor to his face, and the shabby apartment, with only a public restroom, showed itself to be particularly dirty, and not to be picked on at this point in time.

At the doorway, he passed by a woman with heavily made-up hair dyed red on her shoulder. Next door to Aida’s room, she had heard that a woman who worked at an erotic salon lived there, supposedly living with her sister who, unlike her sister, had white skin and was so cute-looking that Keita and the others mentioned her whenever they came over.

“I wonder if that girl is a virgin.”

“High school girls are unreliable these days.”

“Hey, Aida, let’s go for a sneak attack one night.”

There was also a slight smell of perfume as I chose the middle door of the three restrooms to open and enter, and was about to take off my pants.

It was probably because that woman had just used this place, and thinking about it gave rise to lustful thoughts in Keita’s mind.

Naturally, he began to fantasize about the woman lifting up her skirt and pulling down her panties to reveal her snow-white ass squatting here.

Though plagued by his stomach, his meat stick was already abnormally swollen, and his own hand couldn’t help but start playing with it.

After about a minute or so, the feet had a little well, and when the abdominal pain disappeared, I heard footsteps.

“La la la la, la la la la ….”

It was the sound of a young woman humming a pop song, and Keita, who was about to stand up, crouched down again to check for movement outside.

Footsteps walked into Keita’s front restroom.

(Could it be ….)

The silhouette of the woman’s cute sister from earlier appeared in Keita’s mind. At the same time, Keita’s eyes were drawn over to the next door across the street where there was a gap of a few centimeters underneath.

It takes a few seconds for curiosity and horny new to defeat guilt. Peeking through the cracks in the wall as if you were on the floor, you see the floor and the edge of the white commode and continue to look down, your face about to touch the floor.

The man straddling the squat minder wore white pants and black shoes, and Keita’s heart beat more violently.

(That’s right. It’s the girl next door.)

Keita had seen the girl come home in her student uniform a few times, each time wearing white socks and black leather shoes.

It didn’t take long for the plump ass that looked like a white peach to fall between her feet.

Seeing clearly in Keita’s eyes between the twin mounds of her ass reveals the garden of a lovely young girl.

Then immediately a stream of water erupted from between the lips of the not yet fully matured pink flower. That was unexpectedly hitting the potty with a violent force, and spreading out droplets of water.

Soon the water turns into droplets and the young girl’s tiny hands are seen taking folded toilet paper and wiping the lovely flowery lips.

The sound of a tank being pulled was heard, and with it the snow white ass disappeared, and then the feet in white stockings were gone.

When the young girl walked out of the toilet, Keita rushed into that toilet, as if he could still smell the scent left behind by the young girl, and once again masturbated while fantasizing.

From then on, Keita came here after school, and it almost became a habit.

Masturbation at a friend’s apartment is more soothing than anything I’ve felt in the past.

(Wish there was a time ….)

Despite this hope, of course it’s impossible to have that kind of coincidence all the time. And too frequent trips to the bathroom can make friends suspicious.

Keita spent almost three days searching for a restroom in a park or teahouse near the cram school, but couldn’t find one that met the conditions. First of all, it had to be a unisex restroom, but the walls of such a restroom were attached to the ground, with no gaps at all.

Keita’s visit to the park not far from her home came after a week straight of searching for a restroom near her cram school.

I didn’t have high hopes, but I remembered that the restrooms in that park are very old, so I went to check them out.

Apart from being dirty, the toilets were ideally constructed, and from then on Keita would definitely come to this park’s restroom before going home after class.

The harvest is different every day, and because it’s a shared restroom, it’s not always women who come in, but more men instead.

Waiting for prey that doesn’t know when it will show up can take quite a bit of patience in a smelly toilet.

But the thrill of being able to peek at the occasional woman defecating outweighs the pain of enduring it.

Found it convenient to peek through the gap in the wall with a mirror, and because the lock on the innermost door had been damaged, came to occupy the one on the far left. Also found that the view from the back was the ideal spot.

Despite this, the emptiness of watching the spectacle of a woman defecating after masturbation, the small hope of continuing to have young women come in, is still painful.

Thinking about it at this point in time (taking a picture of it) can be a natural outcome.

Purchased a camera and developing medicines with only pocket money. A very large closet doubled as a darkroom, and after three months the photo album was completely plastered.

But I never dreamed that Misako would fall into this little trap.

And Misako came in the unlocked one, so she was able to get a shot of her face, but of course at the time the shutter was pressed, she didn’t know she was Misako yet, only that someone was being raped by a thug, and took the shot purely out of curiosity.

The surprise he felt when the photo of Misako was washed in the developing room of the closet made him not believe his eyes. The woman in the photo was indeed Misako, no matter how you looked at her from that angle.

And the fact that from the next day onwards Misako said that she had a cold and didn’t go to school for three days in a row locking herself up in her room was the best proof of that.

At the same time, he felt deeply that he had grasped the important secret that could influence Misako’s life.

Keita, who had gotten home first, waited for Misako to come back from her room on the second floor, but she didn’t see Misako return until dinner time.

“Katsu, where’s sis?”

Asked unconcernedly over dinner.

“I heard that Missy is going to be back a little later today with a club event.”

“Wow.”

Keita’s mind thought, “This is avoiding me. I’m going to show her what I’m made of tonight.”

It was almost eleven o’clock when Misako returned home to her father, Eijiro, who was reading a book in the living room:

“You’re back, and Katsu wanted me to tell you that the bath water is still hot.”

“Sorry I’m late, Dad.”

“You’re not a kid anymore, I won’t blame you. I’m going to bed and you’re going to turn out the light.”

With that, he walked back to his bedroom.

Keita stood in the middle of the stairs to see this and waited for Misako to go into the bathroom to quietly walk down the stairs.

The clothes Misako had taken off were already in the basket when she pushed the door open. Misako was in the glass door.

Keita took off his clothes and opened the ebony glass door and walked in.

Misako was turning her back to the door, stirring the bathtub’s, and Keita’s meat stick had swelled up as she saw her plump breasts and uplifted, snow-white, round ass from her armpits.

“You’re home late.”

Saying that, he put his hand on Misako’s shoulder, at that moment Misako’s body trembled a little and turned back hastily.

“Keita ……”

Looking at his face, and then at the stiffening meat stick, he hastily averted his eyes.

“What are you doing here.”

“I want to shower with you.”

“No, if Dad finds out ….”

Keita violently caught her hair in two consecutive slaps.

“Ah ……”

The pain in her face made her gag and say nothing.

“Be a good boy and listen to me if you don’t want the old man to know.”

Another slap in the face before he could finish.

“Why don’t you answer?”

“Got it.”

Tears in his eyes.

“That’s cute, sis.”

The hard stick of flesh touched her nose.

“Come and lick.”

As if resigned to her fate, Misako closed her eyes and took the head in her mouth.

He had ejaculated in the classroom of the cram school at noon, but the young rod seemed to know no fatigue as it swelled even more in her mouth.

To Keita, any professional bubblegirl wouldn’t be as stimulating as a hesitant, rusty tongue action like Misako’s would be.

“Okay,” stopping just before about to cum “Sister stand up.”

As Misako stood up, Keita soaped the sponge.

“You haven’t washed it yet, have you, I’ll wash it with you today.”

“I’ll wash it myself.”

Before she could say anything, Keita’s fist was already in her stomach, and it was an unrelenting punch.

“Well ….”

Misako bent her body holding her stomach.

“There’s more pain if you don’t behave.”

Grabbing her hair and pulling up her face.

“You don’t want to be rough.”

That’s when it got slapped again.

“Well ….”

“More or less effective, right?”

“Spare me!”

Couldn’t help but crouch down and plead.

“Then you will ask to say, please wash my body.”

“Please wash my body.”

“Stand up and spread your thighs.”

As he did as he was told, Keita used the sponge to wash Misako’s arms, starting with the beautiful breasts with particular care.

After washing the top half of his body he squatted down to wash his slender legs starting at the toes. From the ankles to the knees and then onto the healthy plump thighs.

The beauty of his rounded ass, especially when viewed from behind and up over his thighs, took his breath away. For Keita, this was the first time he had seen Misako completely naked.

“Ah!”

Such couldn’t help but grunt leaning her face against Misako’s snow white thighs.

(So beautiful!)

The only thought that crossed his mind was that it would be a shame to wash it with a sponge.

Use your tongue, your lips on the bouncy thighs. Lean your face against the bouncy ass, tongue in the shallow groove there.

“Spread your legs wider.”

“Ah …. Spare me!”

Misako covered her face with her hands again.

But Keita ignored her request and burrowed between the slender legs, his lips pressing against the college girl’s pink labia. Gently flicking them apart with his fingers, he carefully licked at every inch of the mucous membrane there, and unsure whether it was from over-excitement or for the sake of joy, Keita’s tongue shed tears as it entered Misako deeply.

“Sister, get down.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Do I even have to ask? Lovers have to make love to each other in union.”

“I don’t want to be here.”

“Your skin is going to suffer again if you don’t listen.”

“This ……”

Misako’s shoulders were shaking, but she still took a four-legged position on the tile floor, her ass facing Keita.

Just the sight of the snowy white, plump, high ass, Keita had lost his mind.

Keita, who for a long time thought she was a heavenly fairy in the sky and himself a toad, now saw Misako as herself exposing her naked ass, waiting for him to violate it. Keita crouched down behind her and grabbed the willow waist with both hands.

“I’m going to start.”

Misako clenched her teeth to keep herself from crying, and at this point in time, saying such things, Misako felt sorry for herself at the thought of him being an immature teenager.

There were a couple of pokes in the wrong place, but finally the young rod of flesh stabbed in deep.

“Ah ….”

Misako couldn’t help but let out a grunt, but it was much lighter than the pain of losing her virginity in the park.

Not only that, but when the other person starts to move in rhythm, it also generates waves of pleasure in the lower body, and the original strong sense of shame is gradually washed away by that kind of pleasure.

Suddenly the speed of Keita’s rhythm increased, and soon with continuous grunts, Keita’s body went into sweet spasms as hot semen shot into Misako’s lower body.

“Please, just spare me tonight.”

Returning from the bathroom to the bedroom, Misako pleaded with Keita, who had followed her.

“No, it’s going to be a total fuck tonight, who told you to avoid me and come home late!”

Keita was completely intoxicated with the sadistic euphoria of being able to control a beautiful woman.

“Wear this until I get back.”

Keita chose from the closet, the leotard that Misako occasionally wore when she did calisthenics in her room.

Keita went out and returned not long after with something in her hand.

“You’re beautiful!”

Looking at Misako, who was wearing a high-cut leotard, she said.

“This is for you.”

In her hand, Mrs. Keita is holding a dog collar with a refining strip and a horse whip.

Misako frowned.

“Don’t you move!”

After saying that, he put the dog collar around Misako’s neck.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

“What did you say?”

Showing a panicked look at Keita.

“Being in the room might wake someone up, come on.”

Keita said pulling hard on the chain.

“Wait, where are you going?”

Just at that moment the horsewhip hit the half exposed Misako’s ass.

“Ah!”

The pain wasn’t the same as a hand slap, and Misako couldn’t help but let out a scream.

“Don’t scream, come with me.”

Misako had no choice but to follow Keita.

Although she didn’t feel cold in the tights, she felt embarrassed that it was actually indoor wear, and Keita didn’t let her off the hook just like that.

“I’m going to make you sexier.”

Taking the knife out of his pants pocket, he cut two holes right through the bulge of his chest, so that his ample breasts were fully exposed through the holes.

“Keita, this way ….”

As she tried to cover it with her hands, the riding crop struck her hands.

“Ouch.”

“You won’t be wearing this anymore if you keep it up.”

Misako had to put her hands down A Even though it was late at night, she still felt embarrassed about exposing her breasts in the yard of her house.

“Get down!”

With little hesitation the horsewhip immediately hit his ass, and when he got down Keita rode on his back, the chain turning into a bridle.

“Go.”

“Keita, that’s impossible.”

“To try!”

Keita shook her body as the whip kept hitting the exposed ass.

“Don’t you shout.”

“Then you go.”

“Well ….”

Misako wiggled her way across the grass and began to crawl.

Finally a crawl in the grass.

“Very well, there’s going to be a prize for you.”

Getting off Misako’s back, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his meat stick.

“Don’t take it in your mouth yet!”

With a blow to her shoulder, Misako had to kneel there and take the shriveled meat stick in her mouth. At that time, the meat stick that had just ejaculated for the second time today, but it quickly swelled up again in her mouth.

“The licking is getting better.”

Because he had just ejaculated, Keita didn’t look anxious.

“Well, stand up.”

Keita put the meat stick away, then took a rope out of his pocket and tied his hands behind Misako’s back.

“Go.”

Keita pulls the chain.

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t you ask.”

Keita takes Misako out the back door.

The residential area was quiet and there was not a soul to be seen on the road. But it was unbearable to be on the road wearing only tights and being led by chains.

“Keita, what if someone sees it?”

“Then you go!”

Misako had no choice but to obey.

Her breasts felt a little cold from exposure to the air, and after about ten minutes of walking she was taken to the park.

“You do remember, don’t you? This is the park that caused my sister and I to have this relationship.”

Misako glanced in the direction of the public restroom immediately turning her head away.

“I don’t want to be here.”

“Yeah? That’s where I’m going to do it.”

Holding the chain to get Misako to sit on a park chair.

There was a couple sitting on a chair not far away, but this was a residential area, the park wasn’t that big, and there weren’t any peeping pornographers, so after sitting down Keita immediately reached out to touch Misako’s fully exposed breasts.

“Misako, you have beautiful breasts.”

Keita said in a lover’s tone before running her hands over the towering globes of flesh and taking the top nipple into her mouth.

“Keita, those people over there are looking this way.”

The couple sitting on the other chair noticed Misako, who was wearing a holey tights, looking this way with a curious expression.

“What does it matter, let them see it if they want to.”

Keita used her other hand to stroke the heels of her tightly polymerized thighs.

“Spread your legs and put your feet on the chair.”

“Not here ….”

Before he could finish his sentence his hair was pulled.

“I could strip you naked and leave you here alone.”

This reckless young sadist was likely to do something like that. Misako had to bend her head to part her beautifully slender thighs, then lift her feet and place them on the edge of the chair.

“Just don’t move, if you do I won’t agree.”

Keita squatted down when he finished speaking and brought his face close to the center of Misako’s legs that were separated into an M-shape.

At the heel of the thighs there was a black cover, a black cloth forming an inverted triangle with the top part bulging and the bottom part sinking into the flesh between the thighs.

Stick your tongue out over the location of the slit.

With a healthy mixture of sweat and stench on his tongue, Keita sucked on the black cloth again as if he couldn’t help himself.

Misako also seemed to be unable to resist squirming her ass, the sensation of breathing and tongue wriggling sent in through the tight cloth. On the one hand it was childish but also subtle, stimulating the developing sensuality.

(I can’t feel that way.)

Despite what her mind was telling her, the plump and sensitive 22-year-old woman’s flesh was soon unable to contain itself.

Starting from washing her face in the morning in the restaurant, in the train, in the elevator at the make-up school, in the classroom, and in the bathroom when she got home, she was played with by Keita’s fingers and tongue one after another.

Keita took out her pocketknife again and pulled up the narrowest part of the tights, reaching in to cut from the inside to the outside.

“What are you doing!”

Misako came alert and closed her legs tightly.

The cut tights immediately shortened to the belly button and ass.

“Spread your legs.”

Keita said while spreading Misako’s legs.

“Keita, spare me.”

Misako’s whole body began to tremble and her beautiful face colored red. Although she had already been seen and played with by him many times, it was especially embarrassing to be on a park chair.

“It’s really beautiful.”

Keita looked carefully for a while, then leaned her face over and stuck out her tongue to flick it.

“Ah!”

In that instant Misako’s lower abdomen reacted. Unlike the sensation of being spaced out a moment ago, the tongue licked directly there, causing the official desire that had been swirling around in her body to bubble up violently.

“Sister got sexy?”

Misako closed her eyes and shook her head.

“But there’s so much water coming out.”

Keita’s fingers spread the college girl’s pink petals to the left and right.

“Ah.”

The inside of the parted petals give off a moist sheen from the nectar.

“Keita, it’s too embarrassing!”

“It’s actually quite comfortable too, isn’t it, now that’s how you get it.”

Separate the mucous membranes inside and then run your tongue along them. Misako couldn’t help but let out a sweet slurping sound, her body leaning back in the chair.

Keita’s tongue licked its way from between the mucous membrane’s streams and valleys toward the pink fleshy globes with their slightly exposed heads.

“Ah ……”

Producing immense beauty from Misa Violet’s snow-white thighs up to her knees, the college girl’s little balls of flesh began to fill with blood and swell in the nectar’s moistness, which Keita’s mouth took in and then sucked on.

“Ah ….”

Unable to resist making a loud noise, Misako subconsciously raised her butt. Then opening her eyes slightly, sure enough the couple on the other chair was looking this way.

The intense shame and sensuality made her libido even more aroused.

That’s when Keita’s tongue began to move around the perimeter of the mucous membrane hole again, while the tip of his nose rubbed against the swollen little ball of flesh.

“Well …. “Ah ….”

In that very moment Misako’s five bodies were completely caught up in pleasure, and now for the first time she produced an orgasm.

“Come on.”

Keita untied his hands that were bound behind his back and let Misako lie on the ground.

“Crawl around the park.”

“But my tights ….”

She was wearing a corset but it had been cut off in the most important places, her breasts and ass were completely exposed.

“That’s what suits you better. Climb!”

With her bare ass spanked, Misako crawled like a dog in the park. With such a tragic image, she wanted to cry out.

Gradually approaching the couple on that side, Misako flinches, but of course Keita won’t agree.

“Let them take a closer look at you like this.”

Keita said while bodying out to touch Misako’s ass as Misako lowered her head and crawled towards the front of the couple.

The couple sitting on the chairs, as if they had forgotten their fun, showed curious eyes at Misako who climbed over.

“Look, what’s that?”

The female asked gently.

“That’s the pervert who gets a thrill out of revealing his obscene parts for others to see.”

“There are such people? But why the dog collar?”

The two who had been talking quietly hurriedly closed their mouths again when Misako actually came before them.

When he came right in front of the couple, Keita pulled the chain to get Misako to stop.

“Misako, do what the puppies do when they stand up.”

Misako looked up at Keita in shock.

“Come on!”

Coldly, he said, waving the whip in his hand.

“Ah …. Keita ….”

She already knew that any pleading would be useless, and that there was no way to put on an elegant front by this point.

Misako raised her upper body and bent her arms over her chest in a puppy stand.

“Good, now turn three times and learn to bark.”

“Yes ….”

Misako was on the ground crawling in front of the couple.

“Woof.”

Learning to bark like a dog, the couple in the chairs leaned in close and looked at Misako’s performance in amazement.

“Now it’s time to pee and lift one leg like a dog.”

Misako still felt hesitant about this action.

There was a snap of the whip on the ass.

“You do it or I’ll leave you here.”

“Well ……”

Misako gritted her teeth and slowly raised her right leg.

“Let’s go.”

“Uh-huh.”

Couples may feel scared and urge each other to leave.

“It’s all because you’re slow, you must be punished, get in the chair and get your ass up.”

Misako knelt in her chair with her face to the back.

Such a position would expose the plump and beautiful ass completely from the tights. But by this time Misako realized that her pussy was so wet that she was embarrassed even for herself.

Pop! Snap!

The unrelenting lash continuously hit the snow-white ass that was just visible even at night.

The plump ass was soon red and swollen, and Keita’s hands stroked over it lustfully.

“Sister, it’s hot in here.”

“Ah …… spare me ….”

Misako pleaded with tears in her eyes.

“Pee if you don’t want a beating!”

“……”

Snap!

“Well …. I pee ……”

Unable to help myself, I answered this way.

Keita told her to take a crouching position by the chair.

“Can’t Pee ….”

The lower abdomen wasn’t completely devoid of pee, but it was just impossible to pee in a place like this.

“You don’t go back until you pee, and maybe some other people will come and see it soon.”

Keita, who was holding a whip in his hand, said coldly, still standing in front of him and gazing at the heel of Misako’s thighs.

“It’s brutal ….”

“Hurry up!”

The whip hit her shoulder again.

At this point small streams of water flowed from between the streams and valleys of the plump thighs, quickly turning into torrents hitting the ground, but soon turning into drops again.

“Is that all there is?”

Misako nodded softly with a red face and a lowered head.

“Good, next time I’m going to make you drink enough water before I come back.”

“No, don’t do that again.”

“But sisters have got sexy too, haven’t they?”

“I’m not …. You’re a pervert, a beast.”

“Cut the crap!”

The leather whip hit her body, not distinguishing between her arms, waist or back and her ass.

“Oooh …. Give me a break.”

Misako fell to the ground and begged for mercy.

“Get on top!”

Keita said, pointing to the chair.

When Misako slumped down on the chair, Keita immediately held the plump ass and plunged it to the bottom in a single thrust.

As the pace of the rhythm increased, Misako began to make whimpering noises. It was Misako herself who couldn’t tell if it was for sorrow and humiliation or for intense sensuality.

“Sister, go back.”

Satisfying his animalistic desires, Keita tied Misako’s hands behind her back and pulled hard on the chain of the dog collar.

“Keita, give me a break for a moment.”

Misako demanded as she knelt on the cold ground.

It wasn’t entirely because of the feeling of fatigue; Keita raping her from behind just now had caused her to experience intense pleasure that she had never felt before in the past, and she had the instinct to know that it was what was called an orgasm.

“You need to rest save yourself here. I’m leaving.”

Keita finished taking his coat and headed for the park entrance.

“Wait a minute.”

Misako rushed after him, unable to be left in the park like this.

“I’ll go, but let me put on my coat.”

Keita takes a glance at Misako’s naked body.

“It’s more fun to be naked.”

“But being seen would ….”

“Then use the run.”

Keita suddenly started running.

“Keita ….”

Misako ran along with her hands tied behind her back. Because there was no bra, her breasts were swaying in front of her chest, and the night wind was blowing through the roots of her thighs, a feeling that made the beautiful college girl’s mood even more sad.

But at the same time, because of running at night with her body exposed, it caused Misako’s body to produce an indescribable excitement.

It was a marvelous sense of liberation, the only time when she was no longer a schoolgirl at a first-class university, as if she had become a truly free animal.

Attacked by sweet wariness, Misako unknowingly made the roots of her thighs drenched in embarrassing nectar.

Walking into the room, Keita’s fingers were relentless in their inspection of the hot, wet flower lips.

“Got sexy?”

“No, there isn’t.”

“But your legs are already wet. You like the abuse I’m giving you.”

“I don’t like it.”

“But your body says it likes it.”

Keita said this and made Misako get down again, looking from behind her ass and playing with her fingers.

“Keita, please …. Spare me tonight.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t expect Keita to agree readily.

“Thanks.”

Misako couldn’t help but say that.

“You stand up now.”

Misako stood up on one side and saw Keita holding a rope and tying a knot on it.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you not to forget that you are my slave.”

Wrap the rope around Misako’s waist and pass it through the flowery lips between her thighs so that the knotted clasp touches right there.

“What’s this for?”

“Thongs made of string.”

“I don’t want this kind of thing.”

“But it matches you. If you take it off yourself, I’ll give you a harsher punishment. Good night.”

“By the way, you’ll have to stay with me tomorrow morning, I’m going to the library to check out a little information.”

After saying that, he gently closed the door and left.

The next morning Misako came to the foyer wearing a mini-skirt over a string thong and a pair of panties between the thong and the skirt.

This is because Keita said at breakfast.

“Sister, you can wear panties today.”

At first I suspected that he was up to something, but looking at the innocent look on his face as he ate, I couldn’t help but think (he probably regrets knowing that he’s done something wrong, and wearing such a short mini-skirt would embarrass anyone walking with me if they didn’t wear panties.)

Keita had gotten to the foyer first and was putting on his sneakers. When Misako tried to take out her flats from the shoe cabinet, Keita immediately said

“You’re going to wear this today.”

He said bringing over Summer’s high heels. Those were the tallest pair of shoes Misako had ever owned. Misako knew there was no use resisting and silently tried to take the shoes to put them on when Keita grabbed them and said.

“I’ll put it on for you.”

Keita gave a smug smile and held Misako’s ankles with both hands.

“I can wear it myself.”

Of course Keita wouldn’t agree.

“I’ll do it.”

Keita continued to hold Misako’s feet and knelt down to put on Misako’s shoes. All the while his eyes looked into the miniskirt.

(Why bother, you’ll be shown if you ask.)

Misako reflexively covered the front of her skirt with the book in her hand despite what she thought in her mind.

However, just trying to hide it, but when squatting down, from the miniskirt still reveals the healthy and beautiful thighs and the panties that form to a triangle inside, Keita suddenly raises his foot that is held in his hand.

“Ah!”

Misako lost her balance and fell on her butt.

Misako frowned, supporting her body with one hand and pressing the other against the top of her miniskirt.

“Miss, did something happen?”

Presumably feeling strange at the sound, Katsu stepped out of it.

“No, nothing.”

Misako woefully ^ replied, but Keita on the contrary said calmly.

“Sister was in too much of a hurry and accidentally fell.”

“I see… Miss needs to be more careful.”

“Yes ….”

Keita took Misako’s hand.

“Get going or you’ll be late. Katsu let’s go.”

“Aye. Be good and don’t go too fast.”

Misako left home with Kei in a gloomy mood. But the 22 year old college girl with melancholic expression looks more beautiful.

There is a branch library across the street from the station.

Even in the morning, there are a lot of people here in the reading room or smoking room who come here for the cold air. Many senior students preparing for college were also seen.

Keita brought Misako to such a crowd.

Misako felt much more relaxed walking here with only an extra pair of panties on.

And she was probably very tired yesterday, and had thought that she couldn’t possibly sleep well with one of those string thongs on her, but she had unconsciously slept through it, so she was a little bit more refreshed than she had been yesterday.

However, the abnormal sensation at the base of her thighs when she walked also brought Misako’s mood down. Especially the feeling of the knotted part touching the most sensitive part was hard for her to bear. As a result, the way she walked looked unnatural anyway. Keita walked around the museum, went to the innermost shelf, pointed to the top and said.

“Sister, please could you get the full art book for me?”

Getting that book would require a ladder.

“Shall I take it?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask you again.”

Contrary to what was said, a mean smile appeared on Keita’s face.

Misako frowned, knowing Keita’s attempt to get her to climb the ladder so she could see from below.

“It’s better to take it down when no one’s looking.”

Indeed there was no one in the neighborhood at this time of day, and from the window on the right you could see the yard under the bright sunrise.

Misako glanced at the metal ladder erected next to the bookshelf, then silently headed that way.

“I’ll get your stuff.”

Handing Keita her purse and textbook, she squared the ladder over the top of the full art collection.

“Wait a minute.”

Keita took out very thin leather thread and rolled it around Misako’s wrist.

“What’s this for?”

“You mustn’t move, you mustn’t behave rudely to the people around you.”

Misako couldn’t understand him, and Keita wasn’t explaining, leaving about ten centimeters between the two wrists to form the appearance of handcuffs.

“That’ll do it.”

The hands couldn’t be separated very far, but it didn’t hinder climbing the ladder. But Misako felt uneasy when she climbed to the third rung.

The mini-skirt would have been visible to the thighs, so as soon as it was above eye level, the skirt would be completely visible to him.

It was then that Misako realized Keita’s reasoning for tying up her wrists, so that she wouldn’t be able to hold down the miniskirt in any way.

As he climbed up the four, five steps, Keita got a glimpse of snowy white thigh roots and the plump ass on top.

Misako felt Keita’s eyes on her thighs, but had to keep climbing the second and third steps to reach for the book.

Just then, Misako felt something touch her right ankle and looked down nervously.

“Ah, Keita ….”

It was Keita who climbed up from below to attach the leather cord to her ankle.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t move if you don’t want to get hurt.”

After Keita finished, he tied the tip of the leather cord to the ladder.

“I have to check the information in addition, so sister will wait here.”

“Keita, you can’t leave.”

Misako said hurriedly to Keita.

“Please untie this leather cord.”

“When I get back, you can read here until then.”

After saying that Keita left, Misako subconsciously tried to go down, but the ladder shook and her whole body tensed up.

(Come and get me!)

But she didn’t dare to come out in such a big way.

Couldn’t let anyone else see the unsightly appearance, not to mention couldn’t explain why the hands and feet were tied with leather strings.

All Misako could do now was pray that no one would come here before Keita returned.

But Keita was hiding next to the bookshelf waiting for someone to come along.

Misako stood on the ladder constantly aware of movement to the left and right.

It had been five minutes since Keita had left, and even though I was just standing here, I was unexpectedly tired from being on the ladder and perhaps not being able to move.

(Keita, why don’t you come back.)

This is when figures are seen on the left.

(He’s coming.)

But from beside the bookshelf appeared strange men, wearing light blue suits and glasses, looking like salesmen.

The man came this way while reading a book. Misako’s expression began to tense up, there was no more room to escape, but not moving on the ladder might arouse suspicion.

Misako made a show of reaching for the book as if nothing was wrong, and the man seemed to notice Misako on the ladder, glancing up to the upper right, and then suddenly back to the upper right as his gaze returned to the front.

He saw two fully exposed thighs, and this time it was confirmed that the woman was wearing not a pants skirt but a very short miniskirt.

It’s only because he was standing on the side and saw the plump left leg, but to the bottom of the ladder ….

Misako on the ladder made a show of picking out a book, but her whole body’s nerves were focused on the person who approached.

(Please, hurry up and walk over there!)

Although he prayed in his heart, the man would not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After the man came to the ladder, he faced the bookshelves in the opposite direction making as if he was going to walk out, but he wasn’t.

Taking out the impossibly interesting Western history to watch from directly behind Misako, but the line of sight kept drifting toward the ladder.

The small eyes behind the glasses showed a lustful sheen. The miniskirt was not happening at this point.

The thighs without pantyhose were completely exposed and the white boxers on top were visible.

The beautiful curves of her legs and the annoying curves of her ass surrounded by her mini skirt and panties were so beautiful that after seeing them, she couldn’t take her eyes off them.

Misako, who was on the ladder, subconsciously clenched her legs and didn’t need to look back to know that the man’s gaze was fixed on her sensitive thighs.

Misako felt that time had stopped, what she feared was that the man below her would notice the leather strings on his feet, that was her overthinking, in the man’s eyes there was only a stunning view of the mini-skirt.

Just then from the right came a voice speaking.

Two young student men in jeans and t-shirts came this way.

Misako felt nervous, and the man below frowned nervously.

Coming to a distance of a few meters, the two students suddenly stopped talking, as if they noticed Misako standing on the ladder at the same time.

“Hey, look!”

The man with the long hair, after speaking to the other man, immediately came to the bottom of the ladder and looked up at Misako with a grin.

Another student with pimples touched his partner with his elbow and looked into Misako’s miniskirt just the same.

The man with the glasses from earlier wore an expression that the atmosphere had been ruined, and put the book in his hand back on the shelf and left.

At this point Misako really wanted to cry out, and the two students looked around to see that no one was around, so they stood at the bottom of the ladder to look at Misako’s thighs.

(What kind of woman is she?)

Seeing Misako’s face from the side in this way, she gazed almost with fire coming out of her eyes when she knew that it was more beautiful than she wanted to.

Misako’s eyes were looking at a collection of paintings, but the characters or the landscape were unknown.

My feet began to go numb and my whole body was sweating despite the cold air in the room.

It even came to the point of wondering if I would have to stand on a ladder like this for the rest of my life.

“Hi, Ms. Misako.”

When someone suddenly called her like that, Misako dropped the book in her hand in panic, making a loud noise in the quiet library.

“You have the wrong book.”

The one who said that and picked up the picture book from the floor was Keita.

“What I want to see is a collection of Clay’s paintings.”

“Yes, wait a minute.”

The two students hurriedly turned to the bookshelf in the opposite direction because of the unexpected appearance of the interloper, but after meeting Keita’s line of sight, they grunted softly and left with a resigned look.

“Sister, put your hands behind your back.”

“Keita, just give me a break!”

After untying the leather strings binding her hands, Misako said with a pleading look.

This was a data room, and after untying the leather strings that bound her feet, Keita immediately brought her here.

It wasn’t a very large room, and right in the center sat tables and chairs that could seat ten people, and right now there were a few people there spreading out information and notebooks.

Misako and Keita were standing against the inside with a bookshelf in the middle so they couldn’t make much noise.

“You’re going to be punished like last night if you don’t behave.”

Misako had to bring her hands behind her back, and the thin leather strings once again bound her hands.

Standing face to face with her, Keita unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her bra-less breasts.

(Keita!)

Misako frowned with a pleading look.

Since his back was to the bookshelf, the people sitting over there wouldn’t see it, but at some point they would come over. But Keita ignored all this and caressed Misako’s plump breasts with his hands and took the pink nipple at the tip in his mouth.

The uneasiness and nervousness of not knowing when someone would see, and Misako’s will is the opposite of strongly stimulate her sexy.

“Ah …. Well ….”

The saliva-covered nipple produced a sweet sensation in all five of Misako’s bodies as it was rotated by the tip of her tongue.

The young nipples were immediately engorged and hardened and the fully exposed breasts appeared to be more flexible.

As she stroked and squeezed there from below upwards, she couldn’t stand it anymore, her beautiful body not only sweating but also overflowing with hot nectar, her hands tied behind her back unintentionally pulling the ropes tight that were sunk into the roots of her thighs.

“Now it’s Sister’s turn.”

Keita squeezed her shoulders, causing her to crouch this time seeing Keita’s hand pulling down the zipper of her pants, Misako’s eyes widened in shock before she shook her head vigorously.

(not here)

Her eyes pleaded this way, but Keita refused, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it over, the tip of her nose touching the hard rod.

There was no other way to do it now but to get Keita’s lust satisfied. With her lovely knees on the floor, Misako closed her eyes and opened her mouth to take in the thrust.

Clenching her mouth to suck on the rod in her mouth, before licking it with the tip of her tongue. Over the past few days Misako had fully learned how to satisfy men with her tongue skills.

But Keita didn’t cum soon enough, and when he was about to hold back, he grabbed Misako’s hair to make her stop moving, slowly pulling out his meat stick and touching the tip to Misako’s face.

When the orgasm subsided, he inserted it into his mouth again and let Misako lick it.

This was repeated two or three times before the sense of humiliation and sadness finally caused Misako to start sobbing. It was only at this point that Keita released his hold on himself and gave full vent to the flames of his lust in Misako’s mouth.

“Well ….”

Although she frowned, she couldn’t spit it out, and Misako had to close her eyes and swallow the lewd liquid.

“Go.”

Keita zipped up his pants, then stood Misako up, pulling only the bottom three buttons on her before leading her out of the resource room.

But it didn’t end there, Keita had Misako stand next to the bookshelf in front of the smoking room, and on the other side of the smoking room was the counter where books were borrowed, with a man and a woman sitting inside.

(He won’t do anything in a place like this, will he?)

Misako, who had just thought of it that way, immediately knew that she was thinking too innocently.

Keita, who had come behind Misako, had the audacity to lift up his miniskirt and then pull up his boxers with his hands.

Misako was beginning to panic; although Keita’s body was in the way, directly behind him was the smoking room with a dozen or so men smoking cigarettes and reading newspapers or magazines, and perhaps one of them would notice Keita’s movements.

But there was nothing Misako could do now. If she resisted, she would draw attention to herself, and even if she wanted to resist, with her hands tied behind her back and a textbook in her hand to hide the leather cord, there was no way to resist.

Just then, Keita pulled down her boxers, leaving her plump ass half exposed.

I don’t know what was going through Keita’s mind to say that.

“I’ll wait for you over there first.”

After whispering in Misako’s ear he walked to the glass door on the left.

“Wait a minute ….”

Wanted to say that but didn’t because the half-pulled down panties slipped a few centimeters further down as he took a step in the direction of the exit.

It was supposed to be a mini-skirt that would be exposed at the base of the thighs, and by bending over, the inside would be completely visible.

As long as it slid down five centimeters further, the panties would show through the miniskirt. Misako instinctively clenched her legs, and there were certainly no women who parted their thighs at a time like this.

But this backfired, the panties that had just slid down but still stopped at the thickest part of the thigh root continued to slide down because of the closed thighs.

“Crap!”

Misako screamed inwardly and hastily parted her legs. The boxers stopped at her knees, and Misako stood facing the bookshelf like that. As Misako’s marvelous walk just now caught the attention of the people in the smoking room.

And the woman at the lending desk, in a whisper, said to her male coworker.

“Look at that woman.”

Following the woman’s line of sight she looked over to find Misako with a very surprised expression.

Misako was at a complete loss as to what to do at this point.

Just take a step and there’s no doubt that the panties will fall to the bottom of your feet. And the thong under the miniskirt is also made of string. Just because there are no panties, it feels even shorter to the extremely short miniskirt.

(Please, come up with something.)

Misako looked over in the direction of the glass door with an expression that was on the verge of tears.

Outside the glass door Keita smoked a cigarette in a relaxed manner. Waving at Misako, but Misako still can’t make up her mind.

Whether or not you can make it to the door with your boxers wrapped around your ankles, and in case you fall, what’s going on in your mini-skirt will surely be exposed to some eyes.

But, stopping here, men’s curious and horny eyes were on her snow-white panties.

Misako finally made up her mind, that kind of appearance and in front of the public to take off their pants is the general shame, and can’t use both hands to cover show more miserable.

The legs, which had been spread about forty centimeters apart, began to slowly come together, the panties sliding downward, and Misako naturally felt that all the people behind her were looking at her. When the panties fell to her ankles, Misako blushed and lowered her head but carefully walked towards the glass door, only then feeling a lot of sweat in the palm of her hand holding the book.

The eyes of the men in the smoking room naturally followed her as she moved the ten meters to the glass door, which felt ten kilometers away to Misako.

Finally you reach a meter in front of the glass door, now just step on the rubber mat and the door will open automatically.

Just as Misako’s heels were about to hit the rubber mat, a couple of small children ran in from outside.

“Ah!”

One of the children touched Misako’s waist, which wouldn’t have happened in normal times. But Misako, whose arms and legs were not free, lost her balance and swayed, hastily taking a step back as if she were a child, and to make matters worse, the heels of her high heels got stuck in the gap between the rubber mat and the floor.

Misako nervously tried to support her body with her other foot, but the boxers under her feet tripped her.

Misako’s body fell down, causing the miniskirt to lift upwards, completely exposing her snow-white ass.

The bad thing was that the lower body was pointed in the direction of smoking, and there was a rope between the grooves of the buttocks clearly visible to those watching Misako.

That’s when Keita reacted very quickly.

“Are you okay?”

With one side of his mouth, he removed his boxers from his feet, picked up the book on the floor, picked up Misako to straighten his miniskirt and led him out the glass door to the alleyway to untie the leather strings binding his hands.

“Don’t be doing that!”

Misako showed her resentment with tears in her eyes.

“Misako, you’re so cute!”

After saying that, she unceremoniously lifted up her miniskirt to caress the base of her thighs.

Even though it was an alley, there was still a road where cars passed by. But at this point Misako was powerless to resist.

Just clenched her teeth and let Keita’s fingers play with the inside of the rope.

“Sister, it’s already wet as I thought. Put this on.”

Keita handed over the boxers he was holding and Misako took them, trying to put them in her purse when Keita said.

“Wear it right here.”

Misako glared like Keita, but resigned herself to putting on her boxers.

“The program that follows is going to continue after class, and you’re going to be here before you go home.”

Keita gave her a piece of paper and walked towards the station. Misako stepped off the tram and immediately walked towards the station’s restroom.

Taking off her pants and skirt and pulling the mini skirt out of the paper bag, Misako felt sad at the thought of having to wear this skirt.

The pants and skirt were bought on the way from the library to the university in the morning of completion. Taking off her boxers and walking out in the extremely thin mini-skirt, she still had the thong made of string now in her flesh at her bottom.

What made Misako the most upset was when she went to the bathroom in college.

“I will never agree to remove your thong.”

Keita had explained it to her that way. Misako had wanted to untie it first and then retie it after peeing. But she wasn’t confident that she could do it as well as Keita.

After hesitating for a moment, Misako closed her eyes and relaxed her urethra. But being hindered by the rope, there was no way for the urine to pee in a straight line in the toilet bowl, spreading out in all directions from the gap. And quite a bit of pee slipped down the rope and slipped into another alcove.

After peeing Misako wiped the inside of the rope with many sheets of toilet paper, there was no way to dry the rope. And then the class had to clip the wet ropes for the rest of the class.

Walking out of the station she followed the map Keita gave her to Keita’s friend Aida’s apartment.

Quickly find the broken apartment on the second floor.

“Coming.”

The room immediately responded to the knock on the door.

“Ah, there you are.”

The door was opened by Aida, who wore glasses.

“Excuse me, is Keita here?”

“He’s waiting for you, come in.”

Going inside the room, there were Keita and Watanabe and Yagisawa sitting around a mahjong table.

“Hey, hurry up and pack it up.”

Keita’s orders were quickly carried away from the table.

“It’s dirty in here, but have a seat.”

Aida sent over the only handful of cushions for Misako.

Misako pressed her textbook against the top of her miniskirt and sat down with her legs tightly together.

“Misako, here’s the thing,” Keita said as he pulled out his cigarettes, “these guys saw me and you in love yesterday and today they want to show them our real relationship.”

“What?”

Misako couldn’t understand him.

“I mean, there are different kinds of loving each other, especially since you and I are in a unique situation. The result of telling them that kind of thing was that these boys didn’t believe it at all, so now they want to prove it to them.”

“What did you say?”

“Then why even ask? I mean no Misako is a woman who gets aroused by a man’s humiliation, abuse. That’s why Misako was my faithful slave when we fell in love, I was the master.”

“This ….”

Misako glanced toward the three before lowering her head, then barely managed to say “That’s too much.”

“We don’t have to be afraid of embarrassment as long as we love each other, come on, stand up.”

“This ……”

“Stand up and show them the proof that we love each other. I told them you wear string thongs and they still don’t believe me.”

Misako’s face reddened to her ears, now finally understanding what Keita had called him here for.

He was trying to humiliate Misako in front of her friends.

“Misako, what’s wrong with you, if you can’t do it yourself, let me do it for you.”

Keita’s hand touched Misako’s thigh, and Misako’s body trembled F a little.

“No, no need.”

Taking out the maximum force, he said. But Keita’s eyes were indicating, (Hurry up, or you’ll be executed with force.)

“What do I have to do?”

“Stand up.”

Misako put down her book and purse and stood up. The three sitting there could see the roots of the beautiful thighs.

“Spread your legs.”

(Give me a break!)

Misako showed a pleading look, but Keita took out his leather cord and said.

“Do as I say or I’ll be forced to ask you to separate.”

“I …. know.”

Misako had to slowly part her thighs that were exposed from her miniskirt.

“You’re not allowed to move.”

Keita turned back to the three men after admonishing them like this first.

“Just make sure I’m telling the truth.”

The three men looked at each other.

“Is it really okay?”

Watanabe, the smallest in stature, asked Keita.

“Of course, Misako is waiting there with her legs apart. If you don’t want to see it, that’s the end of it.”

“No, wait a minute, go over there right now and look.”

After saying that, she glanced toward Misako’s face to make sure she had closed her eyes, and then looked into her miniskirt.

Watanabe couldn’t help but swallow.

As Keita had said, no panties were worn under the dress and a string was used as a thong, tied around the beautiful lower abdomen and between the femurs.

At this time Aida and Yagisawa also showed tense expressions and looked at Misako’s lower body from the front and back.

The most embarrassing part was gazed at by the three people, Misako couldn’t help but cover her face with her hands, wishing to immediately crouch down and cry loudly, but she had to desperately endure it.

“How about that, I’m not lying.”

But the three men just looked inside the miniskirt and ignored what Keita said.

“Now you each owe me five thousand dollars.”

When the three men finally left Misako’s side, Misako pressed her miniskirt down and sat down with her back to the men.

“Hey Keita, please something like that too by the way.”

The obese Yagisawa wore a pleasing expression.

“Okay, no problem.”

Keita put his arm around Misako’s shoulders.

“You come with me, I have something to tell you.”

That took her outside.

Back in the room in about five minutes.

Misako with tears in her eyes was made to sit down in the center of the room.

“It’s already been talked about. Misako is very broad-minded, have you decided on your order?”

“Well, the first one was me.”

Watanabe said as he raised his hand.

“Misako, you have something to say, don’t you?”

Keita said with a nervous expression as her back was pushed a bit.

“Give me a break for a minute alone, and only touch the upper body.”

That’s what Keita asked Misako to do outside just now.

“Not only are those boys boyish, they have no experience in kissing, so Sister will teach them well.”

Misako shook her head desperately, but there was no way Keita was going to take it back.

“You will be punished tonight if you go against my wishes, and it won’t be as easy as yesterday, when you had to be tortured in a more crowded place. But perhaps Sister will be happier that way?”

Hearing Keita’s confident words, Misako was left with no choice.

Watanabe came to Misako’s side.

Misako couldn’t say the word “please” no matter what.

A trembling hand touched Misako’s shoulder. Misako closes her eyes and her upper body falls towards the other. Mouth and mouth touched, but his movements were really stupid, and after a while of this, Watanabe’s hands grabbed his breasts hard.

“Ouch!”

“I’m sorry.”

The hand left and then re-touched it slowly. For someone who had never touched a woman before, breasts felt so wonderful.

“I’m going to unbutton it.”

Parting his blouse like this to reveal his beautiful breasts was even more beautiful than imagined, and Watanabe could barely contain himself.

Wrapping his head gently around the towering breasts, he gently touched the light red nipples with his fingers. He didn’t care even though Misako didn’t have any reaction. His lips naturally approached the nipple, and just as his tongue was about to approach the nipple, Keita said.

“Stop, time’s up.”

“No. ……”

“You’re going to get out of the way, it’s my turn.”

Watanabe moves out of range of the body from Aida.

“Begin.”

Aida immediately held Misako’s head and pressed his mouth up. He was hitting his teeth with too much force, but Aida sucked on his lips regardless and pushed his tongue into Misako’s mouth.

The tongue licked over the teeth, over the bed of the teeth, over Misako’s tongue over and over. Misako felt nauseous and tried to turn her head away, but she couldn’t get there with her opponent holding her tight.

The other man moved more roughly as he began to stroke toward the breasts.

“Ouch!”

Aida’s hands gripped hard on her ample breasts as her tongue licked them.

Misako was pushed down onto the collapsed floor as Aida pressed against her, sucking on the nipples almost as if they were bites, smearing them with saliva.

At this time Aida suddenly grunted and his whole body trembled, it turned out that his femur rubbed against Misako’s thigh and he couldn’t control his ejaculation.

Yagisawa, whose turn was the third, had already ejaculated in his pants before he could hold Misako.

Misako returned home and immediately went to the bathroom to carefully wash her body. Before leaving Aida’s shabby apartment, Keita changes into a new thong for Misako.

“I have to continue playing mahjong. You can go back first. I’ll torture you when I go back.”

She came home alone like that.

(Speaking of which, tomorrow is Sunday.)

After turning into Keita’s toy, the number or day of the week could no longer come to mind.

I was supposed to have a date with Sano from the university’s golf club tomorrow to go for a drive.

(But by the looks of it, I won’t be able to go tomorrow.)

Walking out of the bathroom with a sullen mood, she wiped her body with a washcloth on one side and looked at herself blankly in the mirror.

But her face was more beautiful than ever before. Misako shook her head vigorously as if to deny a fact like that.

Keita returned in the middle of the night with a drink. He was in a very good mood and had won money in mahjong, including the bet on Misako’s body, adding thirty thousand dollars to his pocket.

(We’ll use this method of killing two birds with one stone from now on.)

There’s nothing better than being able to play with Misako’s body and still make money.

Keita walked through the front door and went straight into Misako’s room, everyone else was asleep and the room was quiet.

There was a light knock on the door, and almost at the same time the door to the room opened.

“Misako, I’m back.”

Smoothly wrapped his arm around Misako’s waist and walked into the room. However, Misako immediately left Keita’s body after closing the door to the room.

“You’re drunk.”

“What’s wrong with being drunk, you haven’t said what I should have said when I came back.”

“What am I going to say?”

Misako brought the string from the bed that was originally made into a thong and threw it in front of Keita.

“What do you mean by that?”

“What it means is what you see it means, I am no longer your slave.”

“Do you know what you mean by what you say?”

“You’re probably too drunk to see it.”

Keita gave Misako a puzzled look, and that’s when he realized the situation had changed.

“Do you have any idea what the consequences of this will be?”

Keita was completely out of his drink as he spoke.

“What will happen?”

“Your future is in my hands, aren’t you afraid I’ll publicize those photos?”

“What do you mean pictures?”

“Are you kidding?”

“By photographs, do you mean the ones that sit in the closet in your room, wrapped up in an old blanket.”

Keita was surprised.

“How did you ….”

“I think I should clean your room for you once in a while, because you’re my master.”

“What, how dare you just go in there!”

Keita gets slapped first as he tries to pounce.

“No touching me, I’ve already disposed of those pictures, that’s no use to a remedial school student. You need to remember to touch a hair on my head in the future and you won’t be spared.”

Keita covered his beaten face and stood frozen.

Chapter II

It was a little after six in the afternoon when Misako walked out of the station ready to walk home. It was already dark, and just as she turned into an alley, a minivan came up behind her and stopped in front of Misako.

Opening the car door a man rushed out and immediately grabbed Misako’s hand and pushed her into the car with great force.

That’s a passenger/cargo vehicle with side and rear doors that open.

Inside, two men pulled Misako inside.

Misako had forgotten to call for help, and only let out a slight cry when she collapsed in the car. The men had women’s stockings over their heads, made all the more frightening by the darkness.

“Ah, help!”

One side screamed and struggled.

“Drive!”

After closing the door, the man who brought Misako in ordered driving. Then three men came together to hold Misako down. Controlling her hands first, one man rode on top of her and sealed her mouth with duct tape.

“No, um ……”

Attempts to shake his head to escape, but takes a hard slap to the face.

The other man put handcuffs on Misako’s hands, and as he continued to struggle, he was punched in the stomach several times.

Misako opened her eyes as the nightmare that had happened weeks ago resurfaced.

(They want to rape!)

She knew that was an unavoidable fact.

The van traveled for about ten minutes or so and stopped.

The car door opened and Misako was pulled down and taken into the woods on the right hand side.

(Don’t!)

Suddenly the idea of resistance arises.

To be raped twice in one month – never want that to happen.

Misako found her chance and ran for the woods, running as hard as she could and forgetting to remove the tape from her mouth.

Thinking about it, she used her clasped handcuffed hand to remove the tape when someone rushed up behind her and held her feet.

(Ah!)

Collapsed on the ground littered with fallen leaves.

It was no use at all, despite the struggles. The remaining three men ran over and surrounded her in the center, and the men told Misako to stand up. The man standing on the front suddenly swung a straight punch to Misako’s stomach.

“Oh ….”

Misako bent her body and moaned, but the man didn’t let her go and continued to punch a few times and said.

“Be honest if you don’t want a beating.”

The words spoken through the pantyhose seemed somber.

“Do you hear me and answer.”

Slapped her again and again.

Misako nodded with tears in her eyes.

“If you don’t listen, I’ll cut your face and tell you to stay out of sight, okay?”

“Well ….”

Misako nodded again.

The men had Misako lean against a tree, pulling up her blouse and scrambling to fondle her breasts and ass.

That kind of action is very rude and shows a strong animalistic desire.

The skirt was also lifted and the man’s hand ran from his thigh to his lower abdomen.

The white panties with lace trim that fit just between the legs made the men even more horny.

“Well ….”

The feeling of desperation made Misako’s body tremble as her pantyhose was pulled down and her thick hands felt inside her boxers.

“Hey, tell her to turn around.”

The man with the knife in his hand gave the order and Misako faced the trunk of the tree.

“Get your ass up!”

The knife was pressed against her face, forming a position where her upper body was bent over with her hands clasped around the tree, while her snow white ass was raised high in the air.

Pull your skirt up to your waist at this point.

“Keep your ass up!”

Slapping the back of the knife against the ass that was down to his boxers.

Misako had to close her eyes and raise her ass. The thin cute panties were pulled down over her knees like a mucous membrane along with her pantyhose.

The snowy round ass stood out even more in the dark.

“Spread your legs!”

A sense of despair stiffened Misako’s limbs.

“Hurry up!”

The man impatiently stabbed Misako’s plump ass with the tip of his knife.

“Well ….”

Beautiful face leaning against the tree trunk, Misako spread her slender legs apart, the cold night wind, blowing through the strands felt particularly cold.

But the men didn’t start the rape right away; one shone a flashlight between the parted legs.

“Oh!”

Sighs of excitement bubbled up from the men’s mouths, their eyes fully focused on the most mysterious and sensual part of the woman’s body exposed by the light of the flashlight. It was the garden of the healthy and beautiful college girl.

Misako had been whimpering, and since the rape was going to be over, it would be over sooner rather than later.

One man seemed to have been unable to resist, pulling off his pantyhose and putting his face close to the groove of his ass and sticking his tongue out to lick it.

(ah ……)

It was resigned but the shame and disgust were still the same.

The tip of the man’s tongue forced its way in between the closed pink labia.

It was a very gentle and skillful movement, completely different from the one just now. It seemed to be full of confidence–no matter what she did, this woman would not resist anymore.

Immediately after the lovely flower lips had been fully enjoyed, he took off his pants and grabbed Misako’s ass with his hands.

The fleshy mounds of his ass were pulled apart to the left and right, and the hard rod that spilled clear liquid from the front end came up.

“Well ……”

Katsuna Misako grabbed the trunk of the tree with both hands as she was penetrated, and in her heart, she only wished (Let’s end it quickly!)

Being raped by four men is painful, but when it’s over you get your release.

She told herself to be patient. But things weren’t that simple.

Misako’s slightly open eyes widened when the third man had Misako thrust in with her back against a tree trunk, there was a man with a video recorder another with a light.

(Don’t!)

Misako couldn’t cry out with her mouth under the tape.

Desperately shaking her head, she tried to kick away from the man who was holding one of her legs and was thrusting non-stop. But the Shanghai man was desperately twisting his hips towards Misako who was taller than herself.

The sense of despair reappeared in her mind, and after the gang rape, it would surely haunt her again.

(You’re afraid of releasing the tape, so keep working for us!)

Misako felt that she had already heard men say such things.

The third man has no staying power.

“Well!”

The moment the man grunted and stopped thrusting, Misako slammed her knee into her opponent’s lower abdomen. Because of the accident, the man sat on his butt on the floor.

He tried to escape but was caught by the fourth man waiting there.

Misako’s behavior caused to incite the men’s sadistic desires even further.

The flanks were beaten with very large branches.

“Oh!”

When you stop moving, stab her in the heart with the tip of the branch.

“Well ….”

Unable to help herself, she fell to her knees clutching her stomach, breathing hard and shedding tears.

It was then that the men didn’t relax, grabbing her by the hair and making her tilt her face up for two, three slaps in a row.

(Give me a break!)

Misako screamed in her mind.

“Does your skin still want to suffer?”

Misako shook her head.

“Are you willing to listen?” Misako nodded, twitching a few times.

“Get down on your stomach and stick your ass up.”

Do as they say and make a four-legged landing.

That fourth man re-raises her ass, strokes it over the snowy white buttocks, and then, as if he can’t help himself, thrusts into it in a doggy fuck position, the video camera filming from the sidelines.

Misako closed her eyes.

(I’m finished.)

The thought of a life of slavery to these men.

The marvelous thing was that after such an open-mindedness, perhaps looking away from the relationship, the pleasure in the body slowly spread as the other party’s rhythm, and now Misako didn’t even have the strength to control herself.

The snow-white ass exposed from under the skirt visibly began to sway in time with the man’s rhythm.

Shortly after, the man clutched Misako’s plump ass and shot his hot cum out.

“Want to take the tape off your mouth?”

The man with the knife in his hand asked as he grabbed Misako’s hair.

Misako nodded again.

“You promise not to scream?”

“Uh-huh.”

The man pulled the tape off her mouth.

“Ah!”

Misako sighed deeply.

In her open mouth, the man shoved the shriveled half in.

Misako was immediately slapped in the face as she was staring like that.

“Don’t even bother with your tongue!”

Misako closed her eyes and took it in her mouth and ran her tongue over it.

The young rod quickly recovered in the soft mouth.

“And theirs.”

At some point the other three also gathered around Misako.

Letting Misako crawl to the man at the camera, by this time Misako had no strength left to hide her face.

Once the meat stick had regained its spirit, the men began to rape Misako in shifts, with only the man with the pocketknife watching from the sidelines.

“I’ll take care of things here, you can go, I’ll walk back.”

After the man with the knife had finished like that, the other three seemed to be contented, got dressed and headed for the van’s place.

“Miss, you’ll catch a cold sleeping here.”

Collapsing limply onto a tree root Misako’s eyes widened as the man removed the pantyhose over his head.

“Keita, you–“

Misako couldn’t speak.

Keita said as he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up.

“I’ll be your master again from now on.”

He said showing her the videotape in his hand.

“Doing this kind of thing for this?”

“That’s good, you were comfortable just now, too.”

Keita seemed to exhale a puff of smoke in amusement.

Those three men just now were accomplices at the supplementary school.

“For me and Misako’s sake, will you help?”

Three days ago Keita brought it up like that, and when they heard it was Misako, Aida’s eyes all changed immediately.

“To ask you to rape Misako is gang rape, and of course I’m along for the ride.”

“Why?”

“Sex with Misako has also been in a slump lately, and I can’t get hot without stimulation.”

“Did she say yes?”

“Of course, or she initiated it. Didn’t you hug her last time in front of me? She can’t seem to forget the excitement of that one.”

All three were intrigued.

“But knowing about the rape thing isn’t exciting enough, is it?”

Aida said as he pushed his glasses with his hand.

“That’s going to have to be made up for with acting, and not telling Misako when to rape her there.”

“But gang rape can get you arrested if someone sees you, right?”

“It’s just an arrest, it’s mutual consent, there’s not going to be a problem.”

There was no need to get an answer from them, just looking at their expressions was enough. And, even if there was a little danger, the beautiful flesh of Misako, whom I had hugged a few days ago, had a powerful attraction.

“Don’t sell it short just because it’s mutually agreed upon. Treat it as a real rape, it doesn’t matter if it’s rough. The goal is to make Misako feel like she’s really being raped.”

At this point in the explanation Keita dropped the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

“Misako, so you understand.”

“──”

“If you don’t answer, the skin will suffer again.”

“Just how far will you torture me before you’re satisfied?”

Drawing the belt down from her waist in place of the whip, she hit Misako on the shoulder.

“Ah!”

Misako said as she sucked in a breath and looked at Keita who was raising his belt again.

“I see.”

“Why wasn’t the master called?”

“Yes, Master ….”

Keita gave a mesmerized look.

“You should also be thanked for the attitude you’ve taken toward me this week.”

“Sorry ….”

The belt immediately hit Misako’s shoulder.

“Get down on your knees and get the word out.”

Misako dropped to her knees on the dirt floor.

“Master, please forgive me as a slave for taking that kind of attitude this week Master.”

Bow down with your hands on the ground.

“Do you really understand that you’re wrong?”

“Yes ….”

It was the sound of total resignation.

“Is that so? Then that’s the way to give thanks.”

Keita’s leather shoe suddenly pressed against Misako’s head.

“Ah …… give me a break ……”

With her face pressed against the fallen leaves, Misako’s voice was already crying.

“Stand up.”

Commanded in a cold voice. When the movement is slower, the belt immediately hits the shoulder.

Having Misako turn around, Keita removes the handcuffs before cuffing Misako’s hands behind her back. Then he opened the hook of the skirt and let it fall to the floor.

There was nothing left to cover Misako’s bottom at this point.

“Going back now.”

Keita picked up the skirt on the ground and walked like he was going outside the woods.

“Ah, wait a minute ….”

Misako rushed after him.

“Please, let me wear one …. This is too much.”

Desperately demanding.

Misako was now wearing just the top half of a shirt and sweater, the shirt wasn’t very long and barely covered her stomach.

The view from behind completely reveals a plump, snow-white ass.

“That’s exciting enough, if you’re any slower, I’ll leave you behind.”

With the cold sound of the belt hitting his ass with a crisp sound.

“Ah, don’t hit me.”

Misako finished as if she was screaming in misery and shriveled up to follow Keita.

It took thirty minutes to walk home, and even if they chose to walk down the alley, there were still plenty of commuters returning home from work in that time, and by the time Misako arrived at the vacant lot nearby, she had already run into a dozen or so of them on the road. There was no way they hadn’t caught a glimpse of the college girl wearing only a shirt and sweater.

Eyes full of surprise and curiosity gazed at Misako’s plump thighs, and the black grassy area at the base of her thighs.

At the sight of Misako’s beautiful face, her eyes widened and her fiery gaze turned to her round, swaying ass.

“Please, spare me.”

Misako was in the vacant lot, leaning against the wall of the house next door, and unsteady on her knees again.

“I won’t be able to take it if I keep abusing like this.”

“What happens when you can’t stand it?”

Keita looked down at Misako at her feet.

“Sister is especially beautiful tonight.”

“You’re lying, I’m just miserable, what’s beautiful about this look!”

“Isn’t it? It’s sexy enough just fantasizing about a pretty college girl like my sister walking around at night with her butt naked.”

“This …. Woo ……”

Misako’s shoulders shook with her as she whimpered.

“Stick your ass out.”

The tone of the command was so cold it was scary. With the slightest hesitation, the belt hit the ass without mercy.

Misako turned into a dog-crawling position as Keita knelt behind her, his hands grasping the beautiful mounds of fully matured flesh.

“Misako, you’re already wet.”

Keita’s fingers traced from the grooves of the fleshy mound to the fleshy lips overflowing with nectar.

“Why is that, you say?”

“I don’t know.”

Misako blushed and shook her head.

“Feeling excited about being seen in embarrassing places, are you?”

“No, I don’t. ……”

“There’s no use saying such things now, be honest.”

“But ….”

“If you don’t talk, I’ll leave you here.”

“This ……”

Misako bit her lip for a moment while feeling her face heat up towards the fire.

“I don’t know …… why this is happening.”

“So, you’re admitting to being sexy?”

Misako had to nod in acknowledgement.

“In fact you were hoping that I would do something to make you more embarrassed, weren’t you?”

“No, there isn’t.”

“You need to stop pretending. I’ll literally leave you alone.”

“Aww, give me a break.”

With his hands off his beautiful ass, Keita put the handcuffs on one of Misako’s hands and snapped the other to the fence rail.

“Wait!”

At Keita, who was about to leave, Misako had to shout.

“Don’t go …. I’ll be honest. You were right …. Though I don’t believe myself that after being humiliated like that I would ….”

“What’s going to happen?”

“Seems sexy.”

The sound was so low it was almost inaudible.

“So, you admit to being a masochist?”

Misako nodded gently.

“You have to say it clearly.”

“It’s …. that way.”

“What’s that?”

“I …… am a masochist.”

Misako’s body feebly tried to crouch down after she finished speaking, but the handcuffs prevented her from achieving her goal.

“You finally said it. Now Sis is completely my slave, now and forever.”

Keita told Misako to spread her thighs, took out his rod that was about to blow itself up, and stabbed it deep between her beautiful thighs.

The people who brushed past each other looked back at Misako with different expressions.

Misako was used to men looking back at the beautiful her, but now it was her bold outfit that people’s eyes were gazing at.

The top half of her body wore a jacket over a shirt, but two of the shirt buttons were unbuttoned, and her bra-less breasts were visible through the gap.

But the amazing thing is still the hot pants that cling to your hips.

You could hardly see anyone wearing hot pants in this season. And they were made by Keita last night by cutting off the legs of the pants, almost on the verge of seeing the panties inside.

From behind, half of the plump ass peeked out from under the hot pants.

There were also long, slender, bare legs, and the feet were wearing sandals with high heels and laces that wrapped all the way up to the knees, which could be considered very sexy.

Misako had been walking down the street like that for thirty minutes.

It was Keita’s order, and Keita himself followed closely behind Misako and did not act otherwise. However, walking down the street or in the crowded department store in such a manner was a great humiliation for Misako. However, after walking like this, Misako felt a wonderful exhilaration in addition to the sense of shame.

Misako’s sensual body produces a sensuality she can’t even control when people on the road give her surprised and lustful glances at her breasts peeking out from her upper body or her plump ass and thighs peeking out from her hot pants.

Misako suddenly noticed that the hot pants, which were clinging to the lips of the flower, were completely wet.

“Take a break.”

Keita pulled Misako over to the land bridge.

It’s some distance from the station, so there are fewer pedestrians.

When he came to the middle of the land bridge, Keita took the handcuffs out of his back pocket and cuffed Misako’s hands to the railings of the land bridge.

“What are you doing?”

Misako showed an uneasy expression, but her eyes were more or less moist.

“Just stand right here.”

Keita took out another thick cardboard with straps and put it around Misako’s neck, the cardboard hanging behind her back in reverse.

“What?”

Misako wanted to see what was behind it.

“Here’s a phrase I came up with yesterday, let me read it to you. I’m a horny college girl, so you can touch me all you want if you like. How’s that, it’s a good phrase for you, isn’t it?”

“No, I don’t want ….”

Misako felt very wretched.

“What does it matter, let them have a good look. I’ll go shopping and come back later.”

“No, don’t you go.”

But Keita walked down the stairs without paying any attention.

Misako was left alone feeling scared.

Seeing the words on the cardboard, one might think that if they were joking again, people would laugh and walk past. But looking at her like this, someone might take it seriously.

All Misako could do at this point was pray that Keita would come back before someone passed by.

But Keita never came back.

After about fifteen minutes from the left came the thirty-something housewife with a small child.

Misako felt nervous and couldn’t really lift her head, pretending to look at the traffic below.

That housewife discovered Misako’s amazing appearance when she passed behind her.

Beginning with a puzzled look upward from Misako’s feet, her eyes widened when she saw the words written on the cardboard.

From a confused look of (what’s going on here) to a look of (what a pain in the ass).

“Mom, what does it say?”

The little girl who was probably still in kindergarten pointed behind Misako.

“It’s nothing, come on.”

Finishing in an angry tone, he took the little girl’s hand and hurried over.

Misako breathed a sigh of relief at this point, but the best was yet to come.

The second person who approached was the man with the black purse wearing a suit toward the salesman.

The man walked past and then returned to stand still behind Misako. Misako couldn’t stand it anymore when others looked at her with curiosity, but she couldn’t protest when others looked at her thighs or feet.

“Excuse me, are you alone?”

“What?”

Misako couldn’t help but turn her head back to the man with the glasses, seeing the man with the glasses giving a lustful look, and hastily turning her head back again.

“Is it true what is written on this?”

“No. …… is fake.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“It was a prank.”

“I’ll take it down for you.”

Seeing the man reaching for the thick cardboard, Misako said hastily.

“No, that’s it.”

“But someone will get the wrong idea.”

“But if you don’t hang like this you’ll get scolded later.”

“Who?”

“Hang on to this thing man.”

“I see, the person who hung this thing is licensed to touch you.”

After saying that, he ran his hand over his ass in hot pants.

“Ah, you can’t.”

Misako’s whole body wiggled her ass nervously.

The man’s hand, nonchalantly, felt up her plump thigh.

“Don’t ….”

“Don’t you move, you don’t want to draw attention to yourself, do you?”

The man whispered in Misako’s ear before zipping his hot pants.

“No, it can’t be.”

“It doesn’t matter, few people will pass by here, don’t worry about it.”

Unzip and you’re pulling your hot pants right down to your feet.

“Ah!”

Misako couldn’t help but grab the railing, and under her hot pants she wore black bikini style trunks. Keita chose not only the waist, but even the hips were made of straps. That’s why half of the ass is exposed from the back.

Of course Misako’s bottom was in a dead center from the point of view of the car that passed underneath, but it was still more embarrassing than anything else to show your bottom on a land bridge in the middle of the day.

Her plump thighs and ass and the roots of her thighs were only at the mercy of the man’s touch.

The man’s hand finally reached the waist of his boxers.

Misako closed her eyes, the marvelous thing was the sweet sensation she felt all over her body when being touched by a man’s body like this in a place where someone would see her at any time.

But for some reason, the man’s hand suddenly left his boxers to take his purse and walk away.

“Ah!”

Misako looked in the opposite direction from where the man had fled, and it turned out that there were a couple of men with rubber shoes on their feet, and from the way they were dressed, they knew that they were probably laborers working at a nearby construction site.

Misako wanted to cry out, she was already wearing provocative clothes, but now even her hot pants had been pulled down to just her sexy boxers.

Dressing like this certainly attracts the attention of those men.

“Yo, what’s this?”

“Wow, the ass is all exposed.”

Mouthing the words surrounded Misako.

“And here’s the word: I’m a horny college girl ….”

A man began to read the words on the top of the cardboard.

“Miss, is it true?”

Misako shook her head desperately.

“But it clearly says you can touch it.”

The men’s eyes were fixed on Misako’s ass. The reason they haven’t done it yet is because Misako is too beautiful to do it for a while.

“Ah! I can’t stand it.”

Finally one of the men held the plump ass and rubbed his face on it, and just then a few other men’s hands began to touch the inside of Misako’s boxers, her thighs, and her breasts.

The tiny boxers were immediately pulled down.

“Her ass is so beautiful.”

There was a little bit of huskiness in the voice that spoke, and there was someone drooling and licking Misako’s thighs.

“Hey, spread her legs.”

The man who seemed to be the foreman ordered one side to unzip the front of his pants.

Long, slender legs, parted from side to side by the men’s thick hands.

The foreman grabbed the waist and immediately plunged the black glowing meat stick to the bottom in one go.

“Wow. ….”

Something too big made Misako moan, but the pain disappeared in a flash, generating intense pleasure in all her limbs as the man thrust rhythmically. It was also at this point that the words Keita wanted her to say came to mind.

(I’m a masochist.)

As much as she didn’t want to believe it, her body was honest.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, there’s something sexy about this woman.”

The man watching from the sidelines had a slight stutter in his speech.

Misako clenched her teeth desperately, telling herself not to wiggle her ass, not to make a sound.

On the land bridge with cars passing by below, it seemed that this was the only place that had become a vacuum, and in conjunction with the man’s rough pistoning motion, Misako’s body was making a watery sound of friction that was embarrassing even to her own ears.

“Ah!”

Misako let out a screaming sound as the man shot his hot cum out.

Immediately a second person intervened.

The intense pleasure that gushed out of her body like a torrent could no longer be controlled, and Misako completely abandoned her pride, pulling the railing with both hands and lifting her beautiful ass up, twisting it back and forth in time with the man’s movements.

For the brief moments when one man finished and the other held her waist with a dirty head covered in sweat and dirt, she felt like it was taking too long. Knowing it was too humiliating, she couldn’t help but wiggle her ass as if provoking the men.

The man stabbed his meat stick deep into the secret lips from behind, while there were other men’s hands touching the double breasts, and in an unbelievably sweet whimper, Misako climaxed and deflated in a series of orgasms.

After the men had each left twice satisfied, Misako’s body was covered in sweat and cum, and she just kept crying.

“You’ve finally degenerated into a bitch.”

Keita came back and uncuffed on one side.

“You, see.”

“Well, from the roof of that building.”

Misako takes a glance at the hospital behind her.

“What I will become.”

“I will torture my sister into the most lecherous bitch, stand up.”

Keita pulled Misako’s arm with his hand.

“I’m tired.”

Misako murmured.

“Get up.”

A slap to Misako’s face, but Misako remained frozen in place.

“Stand up.”

A second slap to the face, but Misako still didn’t get up.

The slaps were not loud, but monotonously continued.

It’s Sunday again.

Keita left her bed at ten o’clock and came downstairs.

Laughter was heard coming from the living room as if there were guests, and Misako’s voice was mixed in with the laughter. It’s been a while since I’ve heard her laugh so cheerfully.

Feeling upset, Keita washed her face and walked to the kitchen.

“Katsu, do you have a guest?”

Katsu is putting black tea in the pot.

“Miss’s college friend is here, Mr. Sasano from the golf club.”

“Oh.”

Keita’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I hear we’re going for a drive today.”

Keita didn’t believe her ears and hadn’t even heard about it.

“Did Sister say yes?”

“Yes, I heard the lady say that.”

“──”

Misako’s voice came from behind.

“Katsu, is the black tea brewed?”

The footsteps running over stopped at the kitchen door.

“Miss, it’s almost ready.”

Keita turned to Misako.

“Good morning, Sister.”

“Good morning.”

Misako’s expression was a little tense.

“I’ll take it myself.”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

Katsu said in the pot to hot water.

“Would Mr. Keita like something to eat?”

“No, have it with lunch. I’m going to take one of these.”

Take a cupcake from the box.

He finished the cupcake halfway down the stairs, then saw Misako coming out of the kitchen and went down the stairs. Misako stood there nervously with her black tea and cupcake on a plate.

Keita came to Misako with a smile on his face.

Misako avoids his sight trying to pass on the right,, Keita blocks it with his body and tries to pass on the left, again blocked by Keita.

“Let me through.”

“There’s something to tell you.”

“Wait a minute.”

“No, to speak now.”

By pulling open the paper door on the right, Keita pulled Misako closer to the Japanese-style room.

Almost the black tea was about to spill and Misako had to follow it in.

“What are you going to do?”

“I want my sister to remember what she is.”

Immediately after saying that, she lifted up her white miniskirt.

“Ah, it can’t be.”

Misako purred softly and wiggled her ass, spilling the black tea if she moved her body hard enough.

And opening the door next to it was the living room, where father and Sasano were. A little attention was surprisingly heard father’s voice talking, so I couldn’t struggle or scream.

Keita then took the opportunity to lift up his miniskirt and caress his round ass through his pantyhose and boxers.

“Pink panties, how can a slave wear such things without my permission!”

“Please, leave me alone now.”

Misako pleaded in a small voice.

“If you want me to spare you, first greet me as a slave.”

Keita was ready to zipper down his pants.

“Keita, spare me.”

Before he could finish a punch hit him in the stomach.

“Well!”

Misako squatted down right there with her plate.

“Don’t be so fierce.”

“It’s punishment, know why?”

“──”

“I heard you were going out for a ride today, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because to you, you wouldn’t say yes.”

“So you want to go out while I’m sleeping and then go to a motel with that kid for fun, is that it?”

“No, it’s not going to ….”

“Don’t play dumb!”

A slap in the face.

“Quick answer! It’s to have sex, isn’t it.”

Keita pulled out his rod as he spoke and touched the head to Misako’s face.

“Give me a break, I’ll refuse to go for a ride.”

Misako was on the verge of tears.

“You don’t have to say no.”

“No, I said I wasn’t feeling well and stayed home.”

“No, you’re going to go and make love to him, that’s my order, okay?”

“Yes.”

Misako nodded softly.

“Lick it.”

Misako let him take the rod into her mouth and began to lick it with her tongue.

The already aroused young rod swelled even more with the college girl’s soft tongue.

I heard Sasano’s voice from next door.

“You’re not allowed to leave without cumming.”

Misako sucked desperately, her head bobbing forward and back.

Misako, who not so long ago hadn’t known the first thing about oral sex methods, now knew the sensitive areas of a man’s body, tonguing under the rim of the glans of a meat stick or taking the root pouch in her mouth and sucking on it.

“I’m going to cum, show a drop and I won’t allow it.”

Keita grabbed Misako’s hair and actively pumped the meat stick.

“Wow. ……”

The deep throat was pushed so hard it was on the verge of tears, the meat stick rose violently, and immediately there was a lot of warm liquid in his mouth.

“Well ….”

Misako frowned and swallowed that liquid.

“Stand up.”

Misako slowly stood up with the tea tray and Keita’s hand immediately went to his pantyhose.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not allowed to move!”

Pull the pantyhose down with the boxers underneath and remove them from your feet.

“This will be more exciting, go ahead.”

Misako is kicked out by Keita.

“Come to my room before you go for a ride, I want to see what you’re wearing.”

Thirty minutes later, Misako came to Keita’s room wearing a suit over a sweater, going out without pantyhose and underwear, still feeling sad inside, and unable to laugh as painfully as she had earlier when Sasano told jokes.

Misako sighed and knocked on the door after a moment’s hesitation.

“Come in.”

Opening the door and walking in, Keita, who was facing the desk, came over in a swivel chair.

“You come here.”

Misako had to come to Keita.

“Have you forgotten what a slave has to do when he sees his master?”

“No, there isn’t. ….”

Misako had to lift her skirt, her beautiful young bottom in white lace boxers and pantyhose.

“Is it dressed for him?”

Keita immediately crouched down and pulled the pantyhose with his hands.

“Keita, please, let me go in my underwear or I’d rather not.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you go in your underwear.”

Keita ignored her and pulled down her pantyhose to take them off.

“Lie down here.”

Misako had to do as he said and lay down on the bed.

“Sister, spread your legs.”

“What are you going to do?”

Misako’s expression began to tense when she saw the razor in Keita’s hand.

“Aren’t you going to have sex with him, and the pubic hair should be organized.”

Keita picked up the shaving cream and smeared it on Misako’s lower abdomen.

“Aww, give me a break.”

“Don’t move, important places can get hurt.”

Misako had to spread her legs, and Keita charted the shaving cream on her snow white stomach and black hairs.

“Don’t you move!”

Keita looked at the roots of the extremely bold and completely turned over thighs and began to use the razor.

Misako couldn’t help but cover her face with her hands, but when she realized that Keita wasn’t just changing his shape, but was going to shave it all off, she looked up nervously.

“Keita, you can’t ….”

“I told you it would hurt.”

Keita still kept shaving with the razor.

It was only now that I understood Keita’s reasoning for agreeing to take her for a ride. With her pubic hair shaved, it was impossible to have sex with Sasano even if she went for a drive.

After shaving Keita is toweled off and after applying moisturizing oil.

“Shave it off and see for yourself.”

Misako looked up warily at her lower abdomen.

“Too bad ……”

Misako turned her head away with a reddened face.

“Hahaha, that would go best with a sister who is a slave.”

Keita finished coldly, tossing Misako the removed panties.

“Go and enjoy the ride and give me the details when you get back.

Misako grabbed her panties and jumped off the bed, trying her best to keep from crying as she ran out of Keita’s room.

The next morning Keita took Misako on the subway, and Misako was wearing a denim miniskirt as she had in the past, a tight miniskirt that completely exposed the shape of her ass.

And on this day Keita didn’t promise to wear pantyhose, so her elastic thighs were almost exposed to the base of her thighs. A young beauty dressed like this would naturally be the target of a pornographer in a crowded train.

“Today is the day to perform the proof that a sister is a slave.”

Keita said this and told Misako to get on a full train.

Yesterday Misako had gone for a ride, but hadn’t had sex with Sasano, and she really couldn’t explain the shaved shame hair.

“I have my period today.”

Sasano originally thought he could get laid, so he refused to agree. Misako had no choice but to use her mouth to settle it for him. Keita said happily upon hearing this situation.

“Sister’s there belongs to me alone.”

The place that had now become Keita’s personal preserve was about to be played with by other men’s fingers.

Misako’s whole body began to tense up, and it was Keita who caused this motivation, lifting up his mini-skirt from the back of his ass and beginning to touch his buttocks in a very revealing motion. Misako had given up resisting at this point, knowing that it was useless to just resist.

(I’ll probably just be his slave for the rest of my life.)

The men around her were watching for her reaction.

(That woman is the one who doesn’t scream even when she’s being groped.)

After judging thus, both put their hands out.

The first man’s hand lifted up the front of the miniskirt to caress the lower abdomen from the panties, at which point Misako felt woefully out of control and used the textbook in her hand to block the man’s hand, but nothing at all would happen to make it work.

Taking advantage of this the other man’s hand reached up and stroked over the beautiful elastic thighs, invading from the foot of his panties inwards.

Misako wanted to cry, the panties that she had begged and half begged to put on when she left home this morning didn’t work at all in the crowded train.

The men, after the beastly feats of fetching, began to take off Misako’s panties, and Misako had no means of resisting.

Hands sneaking in from front and back, left and right slowly pulled down the panties.

Not waiting for the pull, the men’s hands surged together to the base of the already defenseless college girl’s thighs.

“Ah! No!”

Misako shouted this in her mind, it was not only the man’s hand touching the flower lips that no longer had anything to cover them, the panties fell down to her feet in the process as she closed her thighs tightly because she wanted to reject the man’s hand.

Misako imagined her panties falling down and quickly spread her thighs to stop them from falling down, but at that very moment, the men’s hands reached the lips of the flower.

One of them, who had touched his lower abdomen, suddenly stopped moving his hand and then revealed a lewd smile.

(Turns out to be such a woman.)

Looking at Misako’s face with curiosity and derision, then stroking Misako’s pussy with more obscene motions.

Misako only lowered her head with a red face.

Incredibly ashamed of the woman everyone thinks she’s a pervert.

But shaving there and standing in a crowded tram in a very short miniskirt and a thin pair of panties was a bit perverted even for myself.

After pulling down her panties and letting these strange men know about her secret, which she had not explained to her lover, Sasano, she could not help but have the thought of going out of her way, and her body reacted to the men’s touch at this time.

And the tension of being in a crowded train, with the possibility of being spotted by someone she knew at any moment, made Misako’s entire body feel incredibly exhilarated.

This is when the man’s fingers, not just erotomaniacal, move over the college girl’s sensitive zones, stroking them sometimes gently and sometimes intensely, exactly as a lover would.

(Ah!)

Misako exhaled a fiery sigh, gripping her book tightly on one side, thinking in a sexy yet sad feeling (I’m done ……..)

The nectar that flowed from Misako’s flower lips surprised the men who had violated it as it kept pouring out in large quantities.

What gave Misako that idea was hearing the tram pull into the platform. That’s when Keita had Misako get off the train and stand behind him on the opposite platform.

There’s nothing underneath the miniskirt.

As she stepped off the tram just now, she had to make up her mind whether to put on her panties or just leave them on the train like that.

But pulling up the panties that had fallen at her feet could easily draw attention to her, so she decided to quietly remove them one foot at a time.

Of course she didn’t have the courage to pick it up, and she felt very sad thinking that after she got off the bus, her tiny white panties fell on the bus and made many passengers look at them with curiosity.

Misako stood next to the white line on the platform, and Keita stood in front of her.

Keita was wearing jeans and sneakers, and because Misako was wearing heels, side by side she was a little taller than Keita.

(Why should I be under this man’s control?)

Suddenly such an intention arises in the mind.

Unimpressive looks, bad head, no property, no control over her by any stretch of the imagination. But in fact was dominated by this man younger than her, and probably would be for the rest of her life.

(As long as there is no him ……..)

Misako gazed at Keita, and as long as that burden was not there, everything could be restored.

Trams appear in the field of view from the right.

Misako didn’t hesitate.

(To remove this burden!)

In a few seconds a commotion arose on the platform.

Misako visited Keita in the hospital a week after he was hospitalized.

“You should go at least once to see Keita, he’d love to see you too.”

After what her father said, Misako had to come to the hospital.

Knock gently on the ward door a few times.

“Come in.”

Hearing a reply from inside, Misako gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Keita was lying on his bed reading a magazine, and when he saw Misako walk in, he continued to read the magazine without a word as well.

“What’s your situation?”

Misako asked warily as she stood beside the bed.

“Didn’t listen to the doctor?”

“Well ……”

“It seems like the left foot will never recover, which means that in the future I am lame.”

“Sorry ……”

I didn’t mean to apologize, but when I heard him say it like that, I couldn’t help but say something to apologize.

“Apologizing isn’t going to bring my foot back.”

Keita put down the magazine and took out a cigarette from his pajama pocket and lit it with a lighter.

“I’d like a promise to never do that again. It’s impossible to sleep in peace when two people are together like that, not knowing when you’re going to kill me.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

Misako hung her head.

“I hope so. By the way, did you find those videotapes?”

“What?”

“Looked in my room when I was hospitalized, I think.”

“───”

“Did you find it?”

“No ….”

Keita smiled smugly.

“Luckily it wasn’t in the room, that was hidden somewhere else, and I gave a letter to a friend who visited me yesterday.”

“What letter?”

“To keep my sister from killing me again, want to know the contents?”

Misako nodded reflexively.

“If I die marvelously, a friend will open that letter. In it is written the reason for my sister’s attempt to kill me, and the possibility of that kind of thing in the future, and having read the letter it will be given to the police.”

Keita dropped the butt into the empty can of juice.

“I am preventing my sister from being a murderer. The thing about compensation is, what would you do for me?”

“I don’t know yet, but I will ….”

“Let’s not talk about that, you’re forgetting one thing, aren’t you?”

“What is it ……”

“Sister is still my slave to this day.”

“──”

“Hear that!”

Keita suddenly took on a strong tone.

“Yes ….”

“You have to say it clearly.”

“I’m …. Keita’s …. slave.”

Misako’s voice trembled again.

“Then say hello as usual.”

Since she was in the hospital, Misako showed a pleading look, but Keita’s expression was colder than before.

“Hurry up, the nurse will be here any minute.”

Misako bit her lip for a moment, then slowly pulled up her long skirt with resignation, revealing her plump thighs along with her calves.

“Such pretty legs, you never get tired of looking at your sister’s legs. Why didn’t you come in a mini-skirt today?”

“I’m sorry!”

That’s all Misako had to apologize for.

“You’re going to have to go back in with your panties off today, that’s the punishment.”

“Yes.”

“Go ahead.”

Misako turned her face away to lift her skirt up to her waist.

There were snow white panties on her ass, made even more beautiful by the black pantyhose she wore.

“Lean over a little.”

Misako walked over to him with her head lowered, and Keita’s hand immediately reached out to caress the bulge at the base of her thigh. Because there was a week gap between them, he showed a very greedy look.

“Take off your boxers.”

“Keita, not here, spare me.”

Misako couldn’t help but plead like this.

“You felt sexy when you were groped by those pornographers on the subway, too.”

“Woo ……”

Misako stifled her cries and took it upon herself to pull the pantyhose and boxers together under her thighs.

“It grew a lot in a week.”

Keita’s fingers stroked the short hairs over the bulging pubic mound.

Misako couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“Now it’s the sister’s turn.”

Keita took off her pajama pants when she finished.

Misako contained this tears and looked at something in her lower abdomen with a hazy gaze.

“Be quick or someone will come.”

After he so urged had to lower his head, with a hand hold gently contained in the mouth. Unexpectedly it was something shriveled, unless it had just ejaculated, it had never seen such a situation, even if it was licked with the tongue no change occurred. When Misako continued to work on it, Keita grunted and his body trembled a little, so he grabbed Misako’s hair with force and white fluid flowed out.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten it, and things don’t seem to be going too well.”

Keita put on his pants with a slightly forlorn expression.

“You’re staying here tonight.”

A week later Keita ordered her to do so, and Misako went home to make preparations.

For three consecutive days since the first time she watched him a week ago Misako was forced to service him with her mouth, but no matter how hard she tried Keita didn’t get an erection like she used to later Keita didn’t want her to do it either.

“My friend bought this.”

Saying so made Misako put on the metal chastity belt and added.

“I was afraid my sister was having an affair.”

From then on visiting him, removing the chastity belt and then shaving became a daily lesson.

The one who couldn’t stand it was Misako, who had to live with something made of metal almost all day. It doesn’t affect the bowels, or the urine, but the thought of walking down the street or going to school with such a thing instead of underwear is sad.

And on some occasions when someone else’s thing touches the lower half of the body, the unexpected touch will surely cause others to look at it differently.

And lately, she was often unable to sleep after going to bed. Every day, while shaving, she was caressed by Keita with her fingers and tongue until she oozed her secret juices, and then she was allowed to go home in her chastity belt without intercourse.

（It’s better to be tortured by him all night long.)

So it was a relief to have her take care of it all night instead.

“Sister, bring me the morning jacket.”

By the end of the night Keita makes his request and lights out time has long passed. When the morning coat was brought to him, Keita draped it over his body and got into the wheelchair with Misako’s help.

“You come here.”

As she stood with her back to the wheelchair as he had told her, the belt was wrapped around her waist, a small prop that Keita had asked to be brought along. Keita then attached ropes to the left and right waistbones, the ends of which were attached to the elbow rests of the wheelchair.

“Crawl.”

“What?”

Misako looked back at him in surprise.

The miniskirt is suddenly lifted up and the chastity belt-clad ass gets a little spanking.

“Are you deaf?”

“Ah!”

Keita screwed her ass so hard that Misako had to get on her hands and knees, her already short miniskirt lifting even more at this point, revealing an ass with only her chastity belt on it.

“Crawl.”

Take one or two steps forward like this, but you can’t go any further when the rope is tightened.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Too heavy to walk.”

“You’re a slave, and you’re going to ride the horse that pulls the cart tonight.”

After that, he pulled out another belt and spanked the cute ass without mercy.

“Ah!”

Misako couldn’t help but let out a small cry of sorrow, but the second whip immediately came down immediately again.

“It hurts, don’t hit it.”

“Crawl!”

The belt continuously hit what seemed like a peachy, snow-white ass.

“Well ….”

The weight of her body shifted forward and Misako began to crawl forward, the wheelchair finally moving.

“If you’re willing to do it, you can do it; crawl around the room three times as fast as you can.”

Misako crawled forward desperately under the lash of the belt, the room was narrow but by the time she had gone through three laps, she was covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

“It’s good exercise, isn’t it?”

“Give me a break.”

“No.”

Keita said as he took the key out of his pocket:

“Want to remove the chastity belt?”

“Well ….”

“Then lift your ass, but don’t take your hands off the ground.”

Misako lifted her ass high as he said.

With her legs stretched out wide apart, she sent the groove of her ass to Keita’s face, it was a very lewd position and the miniskirt was no longer of any use.

Keita removed her chastity belt and used both hands to spread the twin mounds of her ass to look in.

“It’s so strange that a smart and pretty college girl like Sis would wait for a man as usual.”

“Please, spare me.”

Hands on the ground, Misako was on the verge of tears on the floor.

“But Sister’s here said she wanted me to lick it.”

Using both hands, he plucked away the pink petals and immediately pressed his mouth to them.

If it was before, Keita would have started raping, but now like an old man she was giving vent to her sexual desires in a different way.

“Sister, you’re starting to ooze.”

“Give me a break ….”

Misako pleaded in a hoarse voice with a red face.

“But it’s already wet, get it that way.”

Stick your tongue into the hole in the petal and stir it around.

“Ah …. Ah ….”

Unable to stop gasping and subconsciously squirming with her ass against Keita’s face, Misako hated her own flesh.

Raising her libido to its peak over the past few days and then wearing a chastity belt and ignoring it was an attempt to control herself, sensitive flesh that couldn’t be unresponsive to intense caresses.

“Hey, I’m so happy that my sister is becoming more and more like my slave.”

“No, there isn’t. ….”

“It’s true, Sis is a slave like a bitch, and now it’s time to show you the proof.”

After saying that, he stuffed an egg-shaped electric dildo into Misako’s completely wet flesh.

“To continue the walk, this time down the hallway.”

“Give me a break ….”

Before he could finish, the belt hit his ass.

“If you’re slow, I’ll let you strip down and go outside.”

Knowing he wasn’t being threatening again, Misako got back down on the floor and gritted her teeth as she crawled towards the door of the room.

Being on the floor outside the hospital room pulling a wheelchair felt more humiliating than imagined.

By this time the wards were quiet, the nurses rarely came by, but there was still the uneasiness in case they were seen.

“Go over to the elevator.”

Misako crawled down the cold hallway toward the elevator.

“Hurry up!”

The belt hit the plump, bouncy ass again.

“Ah …. Don’t fight it.”

Not only was it painful, but making a loud noise also frightened Misako.

“Or be quick about it.”

Shoulders and knees were in great pain, but still crawled forward desperately. About halfway through the corridor, the egg-shaped motorized dildo stuffed inside her body suddenly began to make noises and vibrate.

“Mmm! Ahh! Aah!”

Misako stopped to wiggle her ass, which was Keita flipping the switch.

“Don’t, Keita, close it.”

Instead of closing it, the belt flew over.

“Ah! Spare me.”

Misako’s body leaned back.

“Crawl!”

Urged on by the belt, Misako sobbed and crawled forward again.

Using her tongue and fingers had already raised Misako’s arousal to its highest point, so the subtle vibrations of the electric dildo made it impossible for her to control herself.

“Sis, there’s a lot of water coming out.”

Riding up the elevator to the roof, this turned off the switch on the electric dildo.

“Please, just spare me!”

Misako pleaded with tears in her eyes.

“Can we really stop? Actually want to keep getting it, right?”

“No, there isn’t.”

Flip the switch again.

“Ah!”

Misako couldn’t help but scream out, in fact her body did ooze a lot of nectar.

“Come clean or I’ll just put you in a chastity belt like this so you’ll have a vibrator to stimulate you all day long, I hope that’s it?”

Misako shook her head.

“Come on, what do you want?”

“Well ……”

Misako kept her head down and bit her lip, but she couldn’t help but say it.

“Hold me, hold me dry.”

“Does that mean you want to have intercourse?”

Misako nodded.

“Sisters really are like bitches, you admit it yourself.”

“Well ….”

“Then I’ll let you get there.”

“Thanks ….”

Unable to utter words of thanks without his own, Keita untied the rope around her waist.

“Gotta pee here first.”

“What?”

“It’s really sexy to see a beautiful woman like Sis in a peeing position.”

“This ……”

Misako couldn’t help but tense up.

“Hurry up or I’ll change my mind and maybe shove in a vibrator and put you in a chastity belt.”

“Oooh …. That’s too much.”

But Misako also knew that any pleading would be useless. Misako looked around and then prepared to go to the corner of the balcony.

“Where are you going? I want you to pee here and on me.”

“Spare me.”

“No, if you slow down again I’ll leave you here naked.”

Misako had to lift up her miniskirt and crouch right there, her beautiful lower body wearing only a pair of high heels.

Although the garden had been seen and licked there, there was another kind of shame in peeing in front of others.

“You won’t get away with it until you pee.”

Misako closed her eyes, it wasn’t that she couldn’t pee, she just couldn’t make up her mind.

Keita poked his body out of the wheelchair and looked toward the roots of Misako’s snow-white thighs.

Slowly relax the urethra.

“Well ….”

Pee slowly flowed out, Misako couldn’t help but cover her face with both hands, once it flowed out there was no stopping it, the force of the urine gradually increased spreading it on the concrete floor at the tips of her toes, the beautiful college girl had to keep on peeing while sobbing at the same time.

“Pissed a lot, it’s been stored for a long time, I guess.”

“Ah ……”

“Don’t move, I’ll wipe it off for you.”

Keita took out his handkerchief and wiped it from the crack of his ass toward the wet petals.

“Well …. Whatever you get.”

The voice seemed strained.

“I know my sister is trying to fuck now, collect to take off all her clothes first.”

Misako stood up and took off her sweater then her miniskirt.

“Bras come off too.”

With trembling hands, she removed the top half of her bra that was lace.

Misako stood naked on the roof of the hospital except for the high heels on her feet.

“It’s beautiful, turn your body around.”

Looking down from above on the slender body, Keita has rope tied around Misako’s arms and rope wrapped around her plump ass.

“Go.”

Misako said as she saw Keita heading towards the door and hurried after him.

“Wait, aren’t you going to hug me?”

“You’ll catch a cold in here.”

After saying that, he operated the wheelchair by himself and walked towards the elevator.

“Please, let me put some clothes on.”

“It’s too bad to hide a beautiful body.”

“But ……”

“If you don’t want it, you can stay here.”

“No, wait for me.”

Hurriedly chasing after it.

Now that I can walk on two legs but am completely naked, I just don’t have a miniskirt, chastity belt or not, and I hope to have a little something on my body.

Stepping out of the elevator into the hallway, she only had the resolve to move forward, walking down the dimly lit corridor, at which point Misako felt unusually exhilarated.

The thought of the danger of someone seeing it at any moment, and just the fact that it made her whole body more sensitive, her nipples starting to protrude, and the fact that she was walking naked in the hallowed hospital corridors of a first-class university, produced lustful shivers of wariness.

By the time he came to the door of the room, Misako was already wet between her strands.

“Sister, not there, come over here.”

Keita walked past the door to her room and in the direction of the general ward, being left here was too much to bear.

“Going somewhere?”

“To fulfill what was promised to you.”

Keita said as he came to the door of the general ward looking back at Misako.

“Tell you what! I’m becoming sexually impotent.”

“What!”

“It’s the body that becomes unable to have sex with a woman for the rest of your life because of nerve damage. Sis used to say she would make amends.”

“Yes ……”

“Then you’re going to marry me.”

“──”

“You can’t say no, you’re the one who put me in this body, no woman would marry a sexually impotent man.”

“But this is too sudden ….”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, you just have to do what I say.”

I knew he wasn’t kidding, but I still couldn’t believe it.

“It’s just that being married to me still won’t leave you unsatisfied when it comes to sex. There are plenty of ways to satisfy you.”

Keita opened the door and walked in after he finished speaking.

“To do what?”

“I said to fuck you.”

Inside there were two rows of hospital beds, ten in all, and of course the lights were out.

Keita maneuvered her wheelchair to the center.

“Sister, come here.”

Keita’s voice was so loud that Misako started to tense up, and no one in the hospital bed moved a muscle.

Coming to Keita’s side, he began to untie the ropes binding Misako’s arms.

“Don’t you move.”

Misako was stroking her paralyzed arm when someone on her ass stroked it. At some point the patients had gotten up and someone in a wheelchair and someone on clutches came to her back and several hands were stroking the beautiful bare ass and thighs.

“Keita, I don’t want it.”

As she touched her lower abdomen, Misako began to look for Keita.

“I told you, I can’t get my wife sexually satisfied.”

Keita said from a lesser distance, at which point the patients’ hands were indiscriminately touching their asses and femurs, as well as fumbling at their breasts

“I’ll let you play the woman who came to see me.”

Keita took the initiative to speak to the patients over here, and while at first it was still half-hearted, now that it’s come true, everyone is exceptionally excited.

Before that, the patients here also looked at Misako who came to visit Keita.

(Can play with a woman like that once ……)

Everyone looked at Misako with jealousy and envy, and it had been a long time since they had been hospitalized without hugging a woman, so once the fire of lust was ignited, there was no way anyone could control it.

“Don’t, don’t.”

Although the limbs were free, they couldn’t resist the hands of ten men. Even Misako’s resistance instead formed a state of adding fuel to the fire.

Soon Misako was pinned down on the bed.

The men seemed to have decided on the order in advance and pressed Misako’s limbs as if they were dividing up the work so that she couldn’t move.

The first man holds Misako’s smooth and plump ass and immediately thrusts his meat stick inward, but he ejaculates the moment he makes contact, tempted by the curves of his beautiful and resilient body.

Immediately a second man held Misako’s ass. This man slammed it in the wrong place almost three times before letting out a growl and thrusting in for the fourth time, and then started jerking hard, but it was over in less than ten seconds. Seeing this two men cum right in their pants.

The third man was discreet, a man of about sixty. Misako felt anxious, and the sexual desire that had previously been raised to its peak surged out of her body like a volcanic eruption.

It had been a while since she had tasted a man’s hot meat stick, and Misako couldn’t help but let out a grunt, sucking greedily on the hard meat stick, so to speak.

The men who had watched before this seemed to be impatient to get their hands on asses and thighs and breasts.

It didn’t take long for the middle-aged man to ejaculate, and almost simultaneously the man in front of her ejaculated in her mouth, and before she could swallow it, from the front and back another man’s thing came in.

“Well …. Uh-huh. ……”

Before long, Misako’s mouth and thighs were covered in the man’s semen. Misako herself was neither sure how many orgasms she had produced. Her body was constantly being raped by the men, and with the meat stick in her mouth, she was crying out in her heart with tears in her eyes.

（Get it! I want more! I want more! …… Get me!)

It was indeed extremely intense pleasure.

chapter iii. the exposed wife

In the center seat of the plane to Hokkaido sat a couple of young people.

The woman was twenty-one or twenty-two, an attention-grabbing beauty, wearing a new white suit with a bold mini-skirt that showed more than two-thirds of her long, plump thighs.

On the other hand, the man seemed to be a little younger, and the brand new gray suit seemed to look restrained on him.

At first glance, it was obvious that they were newlyweds going on a honeymoon, only the clutches held in the man’s left hand stood out.

You can’t tell when you’re sitting, but when you’re walking you can tell that the man’s left foot is prosthetic.

The groom’s name is Keita Ino and the bride is Misako Shirato, and the two were married from the church only a short time ago.

“Are you in a good mood?”

Keita said to Misako who was looking out the window.

“It’s the honeymoon, people will think it’s strange if you’re so dreary.”

“Marriages like that don’t end well.”

“Why?”

“It takes two people in love to get married.”

“Don’t you forget that I love you. After living together, you will love me too.”

“I can tell you plainly that I could never love you in my life.”

Misako’s face was expressionless.

“It doesn’t matter, from today on legally you are my wife and will obey my orders more than you have in the past. Got it?”

“──”

“Misako, take off your boxers.”

Misako’s body vibrated a bit and her eyes looked at Keita.

“What’s wrong with you, don’t be quick!”

Keita’s cold expression was unlike that of a groom who had just gotten married.

“Just take it off here?”

“Need you ask, you can’t take it off yourself, I’ll do it for you.”

Keita’s hand went up the thigh exposed by the miniskirt.

“Ah!”

Misako hurriedly squeezed Keita’s hand, and even though he was sitting by the window, there were other passengers on the other side of the aisle, and the flight attendants kept walking around.

“Wait, I’ll take it off myself.”

Misako doesn’t want to draw attention to himself.

After the air hostesses had gone by, Misako herself reached into her miniskirt, watching her expression on one side, and lifted her ass slightly, pulling her panties and pantyhose down together.

The feeling of her ass sitting directly on the cushion caused her indescribable feelings of humiliation.

Having to get married because of weaknesses he caught, but having walked out of the church a few hours earlier with the blessing of her father and close friends, such a bride would have to strip down to her panties with trepidation on the plane on her honeymoon.

Misako pulled the lace panties on her legs down to her feet in one fluid motion.

Did anyone see it? Nervous heart thumping.

Take off your heels and quickly remove your boxers.

“Leave it with me for safekeeping.”

After Keita took away the panties and leggings that still contained his bride’s body heat, he took what looked like toothpaste out of his pocket.

“You’ll be cold without panties, let’s put this on you.”

“What’s that?”

“Stay out of it and spread your legs.”

“Not here.”

I can think from past experience that it’s a terrible aphrodisiac.

“Did you lie when you said you would obey me?”

“No, but not here ……”

“No, you are already my wife, in other words a recognized slave.”

When he finished, he slipped his fingers into his thighs, which were free of pantyhose and boxers.

Misako desperately tries to resist, and an argument breaks out right between her snow-white thighs, but Misako has to let go of her hand when she sees the air hostess approaching.

“Misako, spread your legs wider.”

Keita’s voice was so loud that Misako couldn’t help but blush, but she had no choice but to lower her head and slowly spread her legs.

It was better to finish applying it quickly now, but Keita’s movements were slow instead.

Underneath the shaved hill, apply very carefully to each petal and then invade the narrow hole.

(Please, hurry up.)

As Misako’s heart pleaded this, the airhostess pushing the cart had already arrived at the seat in the front row.

(Never look.)

The heart prayed like this, but there was no way the eyes of the air hostess could not see it.

The air hostess handed a glass of wine to the guest in front of her, then gave Misako a disdainful look.

Misako reflexively clenched her legs, desperately pulling on her miniskirt to try and hide her inter-femoral area.

But Keita had no intention of withdrawing her hand.

“Honey, not here.”

It would be unnatural for a bride to refuse the groom’s touch, and to hide her strong sense of shame, Misako said “darling” to Keita for the first time, and then leaned her face against Keita’s shoulder as if she were being pampered.

The air hostess saw this and walked past as if she didn’t see it.

At the same time Keita withdrew his hand.

No more than a few minutes passed before Misako began to wiggle her ass.

It takes at least twenty minutes to reach Hokkaido, not a scratchy feeling that can be tolerated.

“I need to go to the restroom.”

“Then I’ll come along.”

Keita stood up as well.

Misako helped Keita, who was holding a cane, to walk from the pathway between the seats to the restroom. She felt the travelers’ eyes focused on her.

Indeed, the beautiful thighs peeking out from the mini-skirt cannot fail to attract the lustful eyes of men.

Come to the restroom.

“Misako, you can help.”

Keita grabbed Misako’s hand and tried to pull it inside.

“It can’t be.”

“Why? I’m handicapped and it’s only natural for my wife to come and help.”

After he said that, Misako couldn’t refuse.

“Do you have to pee first?”

“No, you first.”

Misako was eager to settle for an immediate solution to eliminate the scratching of the aphrodisiac, but that look was not something she wanted Keita to see.

“Then you get it.”

“What?”

“That’s stupid, use your hands.”

“This ……”

“You don’t want to?”

“No. ……”

This wasn’t the time to argue, Misako had Keita stand in front of the toilet, squatted down beside him and pulled down the zipper of his pants, gently pulling his shriveled sex out of it.

“You need to hold it so you don’t pee outside.”

“Yes.”

Water comes out of the front end, but only a little.

But Misako refused to go out even after she took Keita’s things back and zipped up her pants.

“Misako, it’s your turn.”

“Please wait outside.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m embarrassed.”

“Now you’re talking like that, didn’t you pee in front of me on the roof of the hospital?”

“But ……”

Immediately a slap flew.

“Misako, you’re still pretending!”

Keita’s voice almost carried outside.

“You actually came here to scratch an itch, didn’t you. Why don’t you just come clean and say it.”

“Because that’s …….”

“Not only that, but you didn’t listen to me just now, and that’s no way to be a good wife.”

“Then get a divorce.”

“That’s not going to happen. You belong to me, and there’s absolutely no way I’m letting you go, so get up.”

With her hair caught, Misako had to wiggle to her feet.

“Turn your body around and lift up your skirt, any slower and you won’t be spared.”

Misako had to turn around and pull up her skirt, revealing her beautiful snow white ass.

“Spread your thighs!”

Doing as he said, that’s when Keita took two ropes out of his pocket and joined them together and sent them between Misako’s strands.

“What’s this for ……”

“For your disobedience to be punished, bear with me like this until the hotel.”

“Please, wait, let me go first ……”

“What for?”

“I’m itchy.”

Misako’s face was red.

“It’s too late now. If you’re really reflective, accept the punishment flat sincerely. Got it?”

“Yes, got it.”

Misako closed her eyes in resignation, sure to be humiliated even more if she resisted.

The knuckle of the rope touched the petals just right, tethered to the lower body in this way.

“Go back.”

This trip Misako was in a state of being led. The honeymoon trip to Hokkaido was Keita’s idea.

Keita had already enrolled in a private, second-rate university a while ago, so she didn’t have time to travel abroad in order to prepare. And considering his limited mobility, it was easier to travel domestically.

On the other hand, Misako, who has graduated from university, expands her father’s gallery and opens it in a building in Akasaka, as she had planned before, so the task of earning money for living expenses falls on Misako’s shoulders.

Forty minutes later the two were in a cab from the airport.

Misako’s walking posture was very unnatural, due to the rope stuck between her femurs, rubbing her mysterious part with every step. And the aphrodisiac applied on the airplane reached its climax at this time, the strong tickling sensation made her about to go crazy.

In fact, in an ordinary state, such prolonged torture might actually drive one crazy, but now instead, because of the friction of the rope, it eases the unbearable scratching sensation.

But as the passage of time made the scratching body even hotter, with every step Misako felt the scratching sensation and the foreign sensation of the rope stimulation and the sweetness of it like it was seeping in.

(Still have to endure.)

The beautiful bride with her thighs exposed from her mini skirt would still attract the attention of the men around. In this situation, she blushed and pretended to walk down the street as if nothing had happened.

Keita said marvelous things after getting into a taxi.

“Mr. Driver, go to a hardware store before you go to the hotel.”

“No problem, what to buy?”

The middle-aged driver said as he looked behind him in the rearview mirror.

“Wanted to buy rope and dog training.”

“This stuff is available nearby.”

After the taxi started Keita looked at his watch and said.

“There’s still time to make a trip to the art museum at this hour, after a trip to the hardware store.”

Misako looked at Keita in surprise, yes, it was Misako who offered to go to the art museum, but the reservation was for tomorrow, and already in the current condition there was no way to appreciate the art paintings.

“I’m tired today, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No, today is better, there’s a lot of other stuff tomorrow.”

“But ……”

Just as he was about to speak Keita reached out and caressed Misako’s thighs, the miniskirt seemed even shorter at this point, not only could he see the roots of his thighs, he could almost see the ropes inside.

Misako put her purse on her lap, but Keita took it away from her, and then her hand reached inside.

“Misako, you can just change here.”

“What?”

Keita whispered in Misako’s ear.

“Remove the bra.”

Misako knew he wasn’t joking again.

“Spare me.”

Misako lowered her head and said, Keita pulled up the miniskirt at that moment, Misako desperately resisted with both hands while looking uneasily at the driver, who at some point had changed the direction of his rearview mirror to peek behind him.

Misako’s whole body heated up like fire.

(Driver saw it.)

Intense shame tormented the beautiful bride while generating indescribably strong stimulation in Misako’s body.

Born and raised in a rich family, just graduated from a first-class university, going on a honeymoon trip with only a string in her skirt, and showing it to the taxi driver ── thinking about this for some reason Misako’s body trembled with arousal, and unconsciously oozed out a large amount of nectar, and the places she didn’t want to be seen were already seen, and this feeling caused Misako to give in to the idea of self-abandonment.

“If you don’t hurry, I’ll let the driver fuck you.”

Keita terrorized her like this.

“Well …… I’ll do as you say.”

“Mr. Driver, I’m sorry to have to change here.”

“Ah, that’s okay.”

The driver who was watching his bride’s beautiful thighs in the rearview mirror replied sharply, lust bubbling from his eyes.

Misako first took off her jacket then began unbuttoning her shirt, slowly undoing the buttons under the driver’s lustful gaze.

Inside, she wore a bra that was half lace, a sexy bra that surrounded her ample breasts.

Despite being more or less out of the box, my fingers still tremble, but the slowness adds even more time to the driver’s viewing.

Unhooking the hooks, pulling the straps from the shoulders, pressing the bra with one hand and alternately removing the straps in this way, when Keita suddenly reached out and snatched the bra away and said.

“Hurry up or you’ll disturb Mr. Driver’s driving.”

“Yes.”

Misako hurriedly clasped her breasts with her hands, but in order to put on the shirt she had to loosen her hands.

Misako had to let go of her breasts to quickly put on her shirt, and just then the driver’s eyes were fixed on breasts that were more beautiful than he could have imagined.

Preparing to button up, Keita said as she put her coat on her.

“It’s not cold today, no need to button up.”

“I’m going shopping, please wait here.”

Stopping the cab in front of the hardware store, Keita took Misako’s hand and stepped out of the cab.

Misako still panics when she comes outside the car.

Just now it was the thighs that drew the attention of the other men, but as long as they walked slowly they wouldn’t yet let those men know that underneath the miniskirt there was only a thong made of string, but now, in addition to the scratchy sensation and sweet hot feeling in her lower body, half of her ripe breasts were showing from her unbuttoned shirt breasts, and the pink nipples were still almost visible.

“Misako, I’m going to tell you one more time, from now on you will obey my orders swiftly or the mini-skirt is out of the question.”

“Yes ….”

Now Misako was ready to do anything to get rid of the scratching sensation.

“Welcome.”

The balding boss inside said.

“I’d like to buy leashes and dog collars.”

“Please come this way.”

The owner led the two in the direction of the cupboards while looking at Misako with a mixture of lust and wonder.

Wearing a bold miniskirt, with half of her ample breasts showing through the chest of her shirt, and without the heavy make-up of a debonair woman, she looked like the beautiful face of a good woman.

“What kind of dog collar for what kind of dog?”

The boss asked Keita, but his eyes never left Misako.

“It’s not for dogs, it’s my wife who wants a dog collar.”

“What?”

The owner’s mouth opened wide in surprise.

Misako was equally surprised. In the past, there had been cases where a dog collar had been put on to crawl through the park at night like a dog, but it was actually at night and no one would see it.

“My wife is a weirdo who likes to mimic the movements of dogs.”

“Oh.”

The owner’s eyes suddenly took on a peculiar shine as he listened.

“In that case, it’s better to use this one, right?”

He held out the large black dog collar used for Seaburners.

“How about this one, you can’t pull it off with human power.”

“Very nice, Misako, what do you think?”

“That kind of stuff I ……”

Misako said with a frown, but knew Keita said as he lifted his miniskirt from behind to fondle his bare ass.

“Yes, very good.”

Avoiding his boss’s gaze he lowered his head and said.

“Then put it on here.”

“But ……”

Misako really wanted to run away, but Keita said while pulling the hook of his skirt with his finger:

“Aren’t you quick enough to ask the boss to put it on you?”

“Yes ……”

Misako had to nod, at least it was better than taking off her miniskirt to reveal a string thong.

“Please …… put it on me.”

Misako stammered a plea.

“Ma’am, it’s my pleasure.”

The owner put a horny smile on his face and put the dog collar around Misako’s snow-white neck.

“Misako, ask the boss if it matches you when it’s set.”

“Yes ……”

Misako nodded showing an expression that was on the verge of tears.

“Please tell me this dog collar still fits me, right?”

“Yes, ma’am, it fits.”

The boss kept looking at the beautiful bride’s exposed peachy breasts as he spoke.

Misako really wanted to die at this point, telling the balding middle-aged man that he was a pervert who liked to be seen as a dog, and asking the other man to put on a dog collar.

And all this time the rope was touching her flower lips, the tickling sensation and oozing nectar bothering her.

Misako unconsciously clenched her thighs and wiggled her ass, Keita saw this from the side and said.

“Misako, just putting on a dog collar makes you sexy? Let me see.”

With that said, she lifted up her miniskirt.

“Ah!”

Misako couldn’t help but squat down with her hands pressing down on her skirt, her determination to prepare to obey any order forgotten.

The boss’s horny eyes had gotten a good look at the beautiful bride’s bottom with only the rope tied around it and it was naked where there should be dark hair.

“Guest, you’re well tuned.”

The boss showed a mesmerized expression looking down at Misako and said in an admiring tone.

“To be honest, I have a thing for rope too, hidden from my wife of course, you’re a happy man to have such a beautiful woman with you.”

“That’s a coincidence, you might as well torture her if you want.”

“What? May I?”

“Of course, my wife is already sexually aroused from the dog collar, and it’s exciting to be tortured by someone else on occasion, it will only take me about an hour to go shopping, so please love her in the meantime.”

“Is it really okay?”

“This is what I am requesting from you. Please bring her to the gallery in an hour and I will wait there.”

Misako was very alarmed to hear that.

“Please spare me ….”

“You’re nuts, how can you squat without permission!”

Misako stood up hastily.

“Please leave me alone.”

That’s when Keita’s left-handed cane hit Misako’s snow-white thigh.

“Lift up your skirt!”

“Ah!”

Misako’s whole body shriveled up and she let out a sad scream.

“Didn’t hear?”

The metal cane hit her in the thigh again.

“Well ….”

Misako didn’t dare to scream out, pulling on her miniskirt with her hands, it was easier to be forced to obey after a beating than to pretend to obey like a slave instead.

Pulling up the skirt less than ten centimeters revealed a hairless triangle as well as a string thong.

“Spread your legs.”

“Woo ….”

Misako forced herself not to cry out loud while spreading her slender thighs apart like from left to right, Keita immediately undid the rope thong and also used her hand to spread the petals between her strands.

“Ah, don’t ….”

“Please look.”

At Keita’s urging, the boss’s eyes were fixed on Misako’s strands.

“So it’s already this wet.”

Seeing the nectar-stained petals glistening with nectar seems to be very moving.

“She says no but her body is already like this, does the boss have a new rope, this one is completely wet.”

“Of course I have.”

The owner quickly brought a new rope, much thicker than the one he had just used.

“Misako, ask the boss to help you put it on.”

“Can I do that?”

“Playing with the rope, the boss seems to be very skillful.”

“Heh heh heh.”

The owner let out a smug laugh and cut the rope to the proper length.

“Misako, don’t be quick enough to plead with the boss.”

Misako exposed the most embarrassing part of her lower body and said in a hoarse voice as if she was going out of her way.

“Please put a thong on me.”

“Yes, ma’am, it’s quite simple.”

The boss came to Misako’s face in high spirits and tied the rope to Misako’s lower body with skillful hands.

“Ah!”

Unlike Keita’s rope, the boss’s thing made her feel pain. And there were two knots, stuck to the petals in front and the anus in the back.

But for Misako, as it happened to be tormented by the tickling sensation and sexual desire, it even made her feel comfortable.

“Boss, come here for a second.”

Keita pulled the owner aside and paid with a few quiet words, walking back to Misako.

“Misako, I’m going to the art museum after I finish shopping, so ask the boss to give you a ride. You have to try to make the boss happy, okay?”

After saying that, he took the purse from Misako’s hand and got into a taxi waiting outside.

Misako, who was left alone, felt scared that the other person was a middle-aged man she had just met.

“Ma’am, start right away.”

The boss took Misako to the room inside and immediately reached into his shirt to fondle the ample breasts.

“I could only see half of it just now, and I’m in a hurry.”

Now that Keita was gone, the boss fully revealed his middle-aged man’s horny character, pulling his shirt open so that his breasts were fully exposed and stroking them with both hands from bottom to top. As expected of a middle-aged man, he knew a woman’s weaknesses and erogenous zones, and Misako’s body was already very sensitive from the aphrodisiacs, so there was an immediate reaction.

That’s when the boss took the upturned pink nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.

Misako hadn’t passed many men before this, so the boss’s actions were not only new to Misako but also very exciting.

“Ah ……”

When sucking the nipples interactively, her body couldn’t help but tremble while letting out a vocal moan.

That’s when the boss’s hand subtly stroked Misako’s body coming to rest under her ass under the miniskirt.

At this time Misako couldn’t help but push up her body in her boss’s arms. The fingers of the middle-aged man, which would have been disgusting, brought her intense pleasure at this time.

Even with the ropes in the way of the most important places, she felt the pleasure hindered.

Just then from Misako’s mouth came a scream as the boss suddenly bit her nipple with his teeth.

“Ah, it can’t be!”

Misako tried to push away her boss who was even shorter than her.

The boss said as he pinched the nipple.

“Don’t get me wrong ma’am, this is something your husband asked me to train. You also have this hobby, in order it started like this.”

“Aww, give me a break.”

As she pulled harder on her nipples, Misako began to plead.

“If you want me to spare you, why don’t you get down on your knees and greet me?”

The owner suddenly turned gruff and pulled hard on the chain on the dog’s collar.

“Ah!”

Naturally forming the position of kneeling at the feet of her boss, Misako’s body produced strong excitement despite the feeling of humiliation.

“Don’t say it fast enough!”

“Yes …. Please master train the slave.”

It was something Keita often asked her to say.

“Okay, start climbing.”

The owner pulled the chain to the store, which was fortunately empty at this time, but there were pedestrians on the road outside the door and customers could come in at any time.

“You’re going to have to walk in front.”

Misako had to crawl in front of the boss.

The boss was almost on the verge of going crazy at this point, he had played with all kinds of women since he was young, but he had never been this excited.

The woman was the newly married young grandmother of a rich family, a beautiful woman possessed of temperament and intellectualism who could not even get close to her in normal times.

Not only is she gorgeous, but her body is slim, with ample breasts and ass forming beautiful curves.

What was in front of him now was a snow-white ass peeking out from a mini-skirt, and with its twin mounds clamped to the rope, swaying from side to side with every step.

“Hurry up.”

Subconsciously, he took the chain in his hand and hit the writhing ass.

“Ah!”

When Misako turned back in alarm, the second blow had already come down.

“Don’t be slow.”

“Ah, I’ll go, I’ll crawl, please don’t fight.”

Misako begged while desperately crawling on the ground with tears in her eyes.

As if that wasn’t enough, the boss smacked and stroked the ass and breasts that added to their beauty.

Misako whimpered at her own misery, but at the same time a sexual desire and pleasure arose in her body that she could hardly believe.

The scratching sensation that had caused Misako’s distress had disappeared, replaced by an intense desire that could not be restrained.

“Suck it, ma’am.”

As if he couldn’t help himself, the boss came to Misako, pulled down the zipper of his pants, and pulled out what was inside. It was a pretty good erection for a middle-aged man in his forties. There was a thin layer of liquid at the tip.

The boss pulled on the refining strip a bit and put the thing right in her mouth, Misako’s pretty legs knelt on the floor and took the thing in her mouth.

Instead of generating disgust, serving on her knees in front of such a man gave her great pleasure.

“Oh!”

The boss let out a grunt, now having the airy and elegantly beautiful lady taking his thing in her mouth and sucking on it, and by the looks of the knowing face, having unimaginably ingenious tongue skills.

“Ah!”

There was an intense rush of pleasure, and the middle-aged boss hastily tried to withdraw his body.

But it was already too late, the liquid that signaled joy had already shot into Misako’s mouth, and he hadn’t wanted to cum yet, but the intense pleasure caused him to lose his chance to retreat.

Misako felt more than a little disappointed to see her boss tuck his shriveled thing back into his pants. It turned out that the lust that had been secretly expected in her mind to rise from the airplane would be resolved by this time.

The boss said as if reading Misako’s mind:

“Ma’am, you want to fuck don’t you?”

“Yes …. Not ……”

Misako shook her head hastily.

“Is it or isn’t it?”

“Yes …. wanted.”

Anyway, it’s a stranger, so there’s no point in putting up a fight now. Generating such a mood, Misako said it with understanding.

“To be more clear, what do you want?”

“You do know that.”

Looking at the boss with pleading eyes, but a sneer appeared on his face.

“I want to hear it from your elegant mouth.”

“……”

“If you don’t want it, the only way to get you out on the road is to take off your skirt.”

“No. ……”

“If you don’t want that, just say so.”

“This …. Oooh …. I want to fuck.”

Misako’s voice was barely audible.

“What did you say? It’s too low for me to hear.”

“I want to fuck.”

Say it again in a shaky voice.

“Heh heh heh heh, would a beautiful woman like you say that to a man?”

The owner laughed loudly and added:

“But your husband asked me not to have intercourse, and I must keep my word as a fellow enthusiast.”

“This ……”

Misako realized that he was just asking her to say the shameful words and looked at him with a resentful look.

“But I’ll do something better for you, stand up.”

Stand up and ask her to put her hands together.

The owner brought very thin wire and tied it just at the base of the thumbs on both hands, then told her to put her hands behind her head with the extra wire tied to the dog collar.

“What’s this for?”

Misako asked uneasily.

“Going to drop you off at hubby’s, listen carefully, just past the road in front of you there is the shopping street, and from there all the way through the old there is a park, you wait there and the car will pick you up in fifteen minutes.”

“Then please give me a shirt to drape over it.”

Only a sneer was heard from the boss when requested in this way.

“I heard you like to be exposed like this that’s why you were ordered to do it, why were you even given clothes to wear?”

“That’s all fake ….”

“Fake or not, I actually like exposing women.”

The owner looked at his watch again and said.

“It’s been a minute, fourteen more and I’ll drive to the park, if you’re not there I don’t care, it’s going to take a little while to get from here to the park.”

“Just give me a little more time.”

“Don’t kid yourself, I’m a businessman, I don’t have a lot of time for you perverted couples.”

The boss suddenly showed his indifference.

In a strange place, without a dime on her, and with her hands free, Misako couldn’t hesitate any longer.

“I’m going to the park, please come quickly.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am.”

Misako made up her mind to run out the door.

But after walking out of the store, I felt timid about my bold outfit.

Under the miniskirt there were no panties or pantyhose, just a thong made of string, which was the same as before getting off the plane, the problem was the top half of the body.

No bra, shirt unbuttoned, to walk down the street like that. And the hands were secured behind her head so she couldn’t cover her breasts, and there was a chain dangling from the dog collar.

It was impossible for a young beauty dressed like this not to attract attention. Almost all of them looked at Misako with expressions of disbelief. There were also people who deliberately came to the front to see, and there were also those who pointed to their companions.

When she came to the shopping street, Misako still couldn’t help stopping, as it was at dinner time and the road was especially crowded with pedestrians.

(This is impossible.)

Although she wanted to change a path, she didn’t know the path to the park except this one. Choosing the path to go in case she couldn’t reach the park things would be troublesome.

Misako made up her mind to walk into the shopping street, and before she had gone five meters she had already attracted the attention of all the passers-by.

Some students stop to look at Misako with a dreamy expression, housewives who look at her with contempt and envy, elementary school students who shout after Misako, and shopkeepers who leave their customers behind and look at Misako with lustful eyes ….

A space of two or three meters naturally formed around Misako, and this space moved with Misako.

Misako felt better off dead, with people on all sides looking at her with slurs and scorn.

A gust of wind caused her shirt to part even more, and one breast was almost completely exposed on one side.

But Misako, who had her hands fixed behind her head, just couldn’t do anything to hide it even if she wanted to.

In the midst of a powerful sense of shame, Misako was still generating an inexplicable pleasure. Her body had gotten so wet that she was uncomfortable on her own, and she could feel the nectar seeping through the rope buckles that were rubbing with every step.

Misako subconsciously clenched her two plump thighs together and rubbed them together, so the tight mini-skirt swayed from side to side as if to tease the man.

There was no shame at this point, but instead the thought of people looking around at her set the beautiful bride’s faculties on fire, and nectar oozed from the sides of the ropes and trickled down the roots of her plump, snow-white thighs.

(Look at me! Look at me!)

In sweet sorrow, Misako called this in her mind.

As Misako staggers to the park, the owner of the hardware store pulls her into his car.

Immediately after starting the car the boss’s hand went to Misako’s thigh.

“Ah!”

Misako couldn’t help but let out a cry and her body tensed at the same time as her boss’s fingers touched the rope that was caught between her strands, generating an electrifying thrill from the root of her thighs.

“Hey, hey, hey, ma’am, it’s already wet.”

The boss’s fingers tried to invade through the gap in the rope towards the flower lips inside, and by this time Misako had no rationality left to refuse.

Because the rope was tied so tightly the boss’s thick fingers couldn’t reach the center of the flower’s lips.

So much so that Misako felt anxious, but naturally lifted her ass and rubbed the roots of her thighs toward her boss’s hand.

“Hmm! Can’t hold back.”

The boss zipped down his pants right there in the car and pulled his already engorged meat stick out of it.

“Hurry up and get it in your mouth.”

Misako’s hair was grabbed and she lowered her head to take the hard red and black head of the meat stick in her mouth.

“Oh, it’s wonderful.”

As Misako began to run her tongue over it, the owner started the car.

I had just ejaculated in the store, but with Misako’s wonderful tongue licking, I was quickly approaching the state of ejaculation.

On the other hand, Misako also seemed to excrete the lust in her body in this act, carefully licking the head of the meat stick with the tip of her tongue before taking it deep in her mouth and rocking it up and down with her head.

“Oh!”

The boss made an urgent sound, and Misako swallowed the ejaculated semen completely.

“Ma’am, it’s here.”

Misako saw the art museum when she looked up.

“Next time please come to my place anyway.”

The owner of the hardware store, who had stowed his shriveled thing away in his pants, suddenly changed to a conciliatory tone and removed the wire from his fingers to let Misako out of the car.

As he walked to the door, Keita appeared from behind a pillar.

“I’m waiting for you, there’s not much time left get in there.”

Taking Misako’s hand, he headed inside.

But once inside Misako wasn’t in the mood to admire the paintings on display because Keita immediately reached into his miniskirt.

“Ah!”

When her naked ass was touched, Misako’s body produced a shocking beauty that had never been seen before.

“Do you want to have sex now?”

Misako lowered her head with a red face.

“I know if you don’t tell me, the freshly replaced rope is already wet like this.”

Misako didn’t even have room to explain when he touched the rope that was caught between her strands.

“You’re really turning out to be the kind of woman I imagined you’d be, you said that your marriage to me wouldn’t work out, but you’ve already expressed your pleasure in this way about my behavior on the way to your honeymoon, and there’s probably no man besides me who could have pleased you to that extent.”

“Please don’t say it again.”

Misako couldn’t help but put her hands over her ears as the two were visiting behind a tour group at this point.

“Misako, take off your clothes.”

“You ……”

Misako frowned at her young husband.

“You won’t listen to me anymore?”

“But ……”

Misako knew he wasn’t joking, and though she swore to obey any order he gave, she had to show hesitation at the command.

The art gallery, although it was nearing the end of the day and the gallery was relatively empty, there were people showing up at all hours and with sightseeing groups in front of them, there was a good chance that someone would turn around and look at them.

But at the same time the thought of being naked here creates an indescribable feeling of excitement in her body.

“Hurry up.”

Feeling Keita’s voice in the distance, Misako made up her mind and started to take off her blouse, then her mini-skirt, and by this time there was only a shirt left on her.

“Take this off too.”

By this time Misako’s hands were shaking, and when she took it off all she had on her was her thong with the bell dog collar and rope and her high heels.

The art gallery was very quiet, and that reinforced Misako’s shame, not being able to believe herself that she had become like this in an art gallery.

“I’m done stripping.”

Misako covered her breasts with her hands and said in a very small voice.

“Get down.”

Misako looked at Keita in alarm.

“Please ……”

“If you don’t do what I say, I’ll have someone come to see you.”

“Ah!”

Pulled hard by Keita, Misako wobbled to her knees, and Keita immediately pulled the refining strip forward.

“Well ……”

Intense shame caused Misako’s body to tremble, but still she lay on her back and swayed forward.

Misako heard the voice of the tour guide talking earlier at that moment, and Keita headed that way.

“Please ……”

Misako still felt fear.

“Won’t go away?”

Keita finished by pulling down the belt on his pants to spank Misako’s ass.

Paddy!

It wasn’t the pain that alarmed Misako but the sound of the belt hitting her ass, which would have been loud just now in the quiet art gallery.

“Crawl!”

Paddy!

“Ah, don’t fight, I’ll crawl ……”

Misako had to keep crawling forward.

“Be quick!”

Keita has Misako climb to the front and keeps spanking the beautiful plump ass with the belt.

Misako’s ass was already beautiful, but comparing it to when she was a college girl half a year ago revealed even more sexy curves.

Keita said as she looked at the thong on her round ass and shook the chain in her hand a little.

“And wiggle your ass!”

“Yes ……”

Misako had to wiggle her snow-white ass from side to side.

Having lost my fear, I instead get a wonderful thrill out of seeing myself naked and crawling on the ground like a dog in an art gallery on my way to my honeymoon.

By this time the string that made the thong was completely wet, and with one step forward intense sweetness appeared like an electric current.

Misako thought in her mind – that is, if she were to rape her now, she would certainly not resist.

Coming around the corner again Misako paused nervously as the tour group made their way to the hall in front of them.

“Forward!”

“But ……”

“It’s going to be a fight!”

“Wait a minute.”

If she took a beating now, someone would surely look back, and Misako had to crawl forward, with a distance of about twenty meters between her and the sightseeing group.

Shortly thereafter the tour stops in front of the museum’s most precious artwork, the Naked Woman of Mogiliani.

Misako followed suit and stopped.

“No stopping!”

The ass was kicked forward again by Keita’s light kick.

“To the right access road.”

To do so, you have to walk five meters behind the tour group, which gathers around the painting to listen to the guide’s explanations, and all it takes is for one person to turn around and look at the painting and it’s all over.

Holding his breath and looking only ahead to climb, Masha produces a strong sense of excitement at this point, and his faculties burn to the highest point.

After crawling through the front hall, Keita brought Misako inside another small hall. An excited shine appeared in Misako’s eyes as Keita came to pull down the zipper of her pants in front of her.

But what pulled out was still shriveled, but Misako didn’t hesitate to take it in her mouth and kneel down to suck desperately.

“Well!”

Quickly Keita ejaculated in a shriveled situation.

“Ah! Honey.”

Misako licked up the remaining cum with the tip of her tongue and cupped it in her hand and rubbed it against her white face.

“Misako, what do you want.”

Of course Misako couldn’t say she wanted intercourse.

“Hit …… me with the belt.”

It came out of nowhere.

“Okay, turn your ass around.”

“Yes.”

Turning his ass with the rope trapped between his strands in Keita’s direction.

Paddy!

“Well!”

Misako was desperately clenching her teeth not to scream.

Get down! Get down! ……

Spanking without mercy, the snow-white ass quickly stained red.

During such a whipping, Misako’s body began to flow nectar again, it was indeed painful, but thinking of the way she was lying on the floor receiving the whipping in the art museum, in addition to the feeling of humiliation, it also gave rise to the indescribable pleasure of being abused.

I can not believe it myself, in the past there have been forced to do very humiliating things, the body will not be able to help but react, but not as strong as …… now.

“Ah ……”

At some point a moan like a sigh started to come out of his mouth.

At this time, I saw the feet of the tour group moving through a gap of about eighty centimeters under the wood-paneled wall where the paintings were displayed in front of me.

(If anyone is skeptical go here ……)

Such thoughts caused Misako’s body to produce even more dizzyingly intense stimulation.

“Ah!”

Misako let out a sound of extreme excitement.

“Hit it …… hit it …… kill me …… hit it harder.”

The true desire hidden inside her body that even Misako herself hadn’t realized seemed to be fully bubbling up at this time.

Paddy! ………

Keita’s hand spun as fast as it could.

“Ah! …… Oh …… cum ……”

Misako clamped down hard on the rope that was between her strands, and just like that, she reached the extreme point of orgasm.

During my honeymoon trip to Hokkaido, something as intensely exciting and new as the art museum incident happened.

On the fourth day the two men came to Kawatomi.

Keita walks into the Seishin Inn by the lake with Misako’s support.

“I was booked for Ino.”

Keita said at the counter.

“Yes, Mr. Inon.”

Middle-aged man with glasses checking the appointment book.

“Is it a guest who switches friends?”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged man said with a complicated expression as he glanced towards Misako.

“I’ll take you there in a minute.”

Misako hadn’t understood what the man’s expression meant at the time.

“What’s a friend swap?”

Asked the waiter on his way to the room, but Keita just said:

“We’ll find out by the end of the night.”

And unbelievably, the thong, which she used to be allowed to remove only in the shower, was allowed to be unclipped during dinner here.

The phone rang in the room at four o’clock.

“Is this Mr. Ino? I’m here to change friends, please come to the lobby when it’s time.”

“Got it.”

Keita said as she put down the phone:

“Put this on.”

Keita brought out black panties and a garter belt, Misako did as he said and put them on, topped them off with a mini dress and walked out of the room with Keita.

A man in his thirties with long hair greeted him when he arrived in the lobby.

“May I ask your name?”

“Ione.”

The man said as he made a mark in his note book and took it to the small room next to him.

“Please change here.”

When the two men walked in, there were already men and women in their thirties undressing inside.

They were arguing and only stopped when they saw them come in.

“Misako, take it off.”

Keita began to undress herself after ordering so, and Misako silently obeyed as the men who had come first began to argue again.

“I’m still going back, I don’t like exchange couples.”

“To come here and talk like that, didn’t you have high hopes for this yesterday?”

“But I’m still scared …… I don’t know what kind of people will do to me ….”

“Don’t be afraid, everyone here is a gentleman.”

(So it is.)

But Misako couldn’t ask to go back like that woman, and even if she did Keita wouldn’t agree.

“Misako, let’s go.”

Keita walked into the next hall, holding her cane.

There were already a dozen or so pairs of men and women in the hall, which was perhaps 20 or 30 pings large, with dim lights and very sexy music playing.

Misako sat close to Keita’s side on the carpet and then observed the other men and women, almost all of them were over thirty and there were also men over fifty. Keita and Misako were the youngest couple, and there were quite a few middle-aged women with bodies that no longer had curves.

After all are assembled, the moderator appears.

“Welcome everyone, the first party of the friend swap will now take place immediately. The first step is to decide on a partner, so please have the males line up over here.”

At the direction of the host, twenty men lined up in their underwear.

“Hitch this.”

Each one gets a very long piece of rope and then removes his underwear to attach the rope to his sex.

The regulars seemed pleasant and moved skillfully. The man who was just in the small room showed a panicked expression.

As the women turned around, the ropes were crossed on the ground, the ends arranged four or five meters apart, and then a sheet was placed over the center.

“Now will the women please pick a rope and stand there.”

The women each chose to stand in front of the rope.

All of them wore only panties, but Misako was a standout when it came to youth and beauty.

The men didn’t say it, but in their hearts they were hoping to be chosen by the young woman in the black garter belt.

The women from the side end pull the rope in order to decide their partner. A very thin woman in her thirties stood in front of Keita.

Misako’s turn.

Misako drew a short, bulbous man.

Misako felt a wicked chill.

I had been raped by lowly workers on the land bridge in the past, but those dark and sweaty smelling men were much better than this unhealthy man with his protruding belly.

After deciding on a partner, each person hugs the other and starts dancing to the music.

“Ma’am, please be kind.”

The man bowed and then put his arm around Misako’s waist, Misako felt uncomfortable all over her body, her pale face, dirty eyes, and a gloomy atmosphere.

It was tempting to push the man away and flee, but feeling the hands around her waist would never allow her to do that.

All around Misako, there were women leaning their faces against men’s chests stroking each other passionately.

Some people left the hall to go to the small rooms that were prepared, but they didn’t walk holding hands, some put a leash around the woman’s neck and walked on it like a dog, or on the contrary the men lay on their stomachs and were ridden by the women on their backs.

“Ma’am, is this your first time?”

Misako’s partner asked as he pushed his already erect meat stick against Misako’s lower abdomen.

“Yes.”

Misako said in a hard tone.

“Here it is men and women have one as master and the other as slave, what will you do?”

“I …. Whatever.”

“Well, it’s up to me then.”

Misako nodded.

Almost all the men in the hall were watching the spectacle of Misako on the floor being pulled out by the men.

The room Misako was taken into had a number of small props by the bed. The man took out handcuffs from it and fastened Misako’s hands from behind her back.

“First and foremost, serve the master.”

The man ordered in a cold voice, the meat stick between the man’s femurs had been straight until now.

Misako had to kneel there like an appointment to lick the man’s thing with her tongue.

“Well ….”

Immediately the man’s whole body trembled and his head tilted upwards.

He was thanking his good fortune, having attended many times, but it was the first time he had met such a beautiful woman.

Not only was she beautiful, but her body was also very good, with lovely nipples rising upwards on her plump breasts, long slender legs, her buttocks rising upwards like women in Europe and the United States, and then there was the youthfulness and temperament that could be felt from her body.

It’s unlikely to come back in the future ……

The goddess-like woman stuck out her tongue to lick his meat stick, but by the look on her face she knew it wasn’t willingly.

But this situation rather makes the men’s lust stronger, and usually the women who come here are like bitches in heat without any shame.

In contrast this woman has shame and disgust, not in her mouth but evident in her attitude and demeanor.

“Are you ever angry that you are already my slave and have to obey the man who gives you goose bumps just by holding your hand, and suck on his word! Take it deep in your mouth now!”

While saying that, he grabbed Misako’s hair and stabbed the depths of his throat with the glans of the meat stick.

“Vomit ….”

Misako’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed together.

“Does it taste good?”

The man asked, pulling out his meat stick.

“It’s delicious.”

Misako lowered her head and replied.

“It seems like it will still answer, but the real abuse hasn’t started yet, you stand up!”

The man pulled Misako’s hair to make her stand up, side by side Misako was still a little taller than him.

“Don’t you move.”

The man first pulled down Misako’s black bra, and the breasts that had been pressed inside were revealed to be beautifully shaped, with light red nipples sticking upwards.

The man couldn’t help but swallow, the woman’s breasts were beautiful to the core.

In the past, I used to tie them up with ropes and abuse them with all kinds of implements, but seeing such beautiful curves, even the thought of doing that disappeared.

The man immediately pounced on the beautiful breasts, and he seemed to feel himself regaining the normal desires he enjoyed before he was a sadist. There was only one thing on his mind now, and that was fucking this woman.

“Ma’am, are your breasts sensitive?”

Misako hesitated to answer.

“Answer it!”

The man twisted his fingers hard on his saliva-stained breasts.

“Ah …. It’s ….”

“You’re happy when your husband strokes you like this every night, aren’t you?”

“……”

“Isn’t it!”

“Occasionally.”

Misako’s face was red and her voice was small.

“You lie. With a body as good as that, no man could stand it for a day, could he?”

The man was suddenly agitated and angry, and Misako felt fear. If it was a game there would be no problem, but the man seemed genuinely angry.

“Come on, tell me what it takes to make you sexy.”

“This …… is plain looking.”

“Is that so?”

The man grabbed the breasts hard and rubbed them.

“Well …. Be gentle.”

“So, is this good?”

“Yes ….”

“What’s going to happen to the nipples?”

“It’s …. Flick it with your tongue.”

Misako shed tears at what had happened to her.

The man flicked his tongue over the sensitive nipples as she had told him.

“Got sexy?”

“Yes ….”

“With sexy should have screamed out.”

“Ah-“

Misako let out a yelp, which made it sadder than actually having sex.

That’s when the man squatted down and pulled his boxers off his ass.

“Spread your thighs.”

Misako had to turn her face away and spread her long, beautiful legs.

“And a little bit bigger.”

The legs stretched the panties, which were pulled down to the knees, as far as they would go, and that’s when the man gazed at the roots of his thighs.

“Why is there no hair?”

“Shaved off by my husband.”

“A beautiful cunt like a virgin.”

The man leaned his head over and stuck out his tongue inside. Misako developed a bad feeling and her whole body trembled.

The man kept licking there as if he was extremely impulsive and didn’t know how to proceed to the next step. Misako bit her lips. As the man’s tongue kept licking down, Misako couldn’t control herself and a lot of nectar flowed out.

“Get down.”

It was then that the man looked up and said that Misako was lying on her back on the bed.

The man held the ass that still had the black garter belt on it and just thrust the meat stick up violently, the man’s expression looked as if he was going to cry, moving back and forth with such force, the woman’s ass was beautiful, especially the curve from her back to her ass was full of sensuality.

He now thought about the fact that he was raping such a beautiful woman. He couldn’t believe it himself for a little while, and just knew to pump the meat stick hard.

In the midst of the abuse, the fire of Misako’s mistreatment gradually burned.

“Well ….”

Misako let the man play with her body as much as he wanted, thinking only that he would finish sooner.

It didn’t take long for the man to shoot a large amount of cum into Misako.

The man, of course, wasn’t going to be satisfied just like that, and immediately asked Misako to lie on her back on the bed, kneeling with her legs on either side of Misako’s face, and putting the lust-soaked meat stick into Misako’s mouth.

“Well ….”

Misako frowned, but still, the meat stick quickly regained its spirit when she tongued it.

The man removed her handcuffs, this time inserting the meat stick in a normal position, the second time it wouldn’t be so easy to ejaculate, Misako’s body contrary to her own will making lewd noises as the man’s thrusts.

As the man thrust in and out, Misako felt pleasure gushing out of her lower body from the inside as if it was about to melt.

(To be conquered by such ugly middle-aged men!)

Still in her sorrow Misako couldn’t help but wiggle her plump ass as she felt the flames of abuse about to burn her entire body.

(Ah! I can’t stand it anymore.)

Misako’s beautiful limbs clung to the ugly man’s body as she just couldn’t restrain herself, letting out sobbing grunts at the sweet pleasure that continued to pour out of her body. By this time sanity had completely disappeared and there were multiple orgasmic sensations before the man ejaculated.

“Ma’am, you’re wonderful.”

The man was still holding onto Misako’s body and wouldn’t let go.

“What’s going to happen now?”

“Now that you are free to choose your partner from now on, I think there will be several men applying to you, it should turn out to be like a gang rape.”

“Yes?”

Misako stood up and put on her underwear without any expression, just to show that unwillingness would definitely not be accepted.

The man looked at Misako wearing black lace trimmed panties, her slender thighs drew beautiful curves, perhaps she would never see such beautiful thighs again in her life.

“Ma’am, let’s do it again.”

The man said in a hoarse voice.

“Please.”

Misako silently pulled down her half-worn boxers again.

The man’s words were true, and by the time he was satisfied for the third time, five men had come to the small room.

“Please, ma’am, decide the order.”

After one man suggested this, the men lined up and let Misako lick the rods in her mouth one by one.

Each man was a different shape and color and size, and as Misako watched, her heart began to bubble with excitement.

What Keita couldn’t enjoy until today since he lost his manhood after that one incident, there were five of them standing upright in front of his eyes. How could one not want it, just looking at it like that made Misako’s pussy bubble with nectar.

One after the other, enjoy it carefully.

Some men ejaculate very quickly with the eager and skillful tongue technique of a beautiful woman.

Misako said as she voluntarily flopped down on the bed after swallowing it completely.

“Starting with you ….”

Misako chose the dark, tall man who was bald from forehead to the top of his head.

There was no hair but a lot of body hair and his meat stick was the biggest. The man climbed onto the bed with a nervous expression.

The other four men gazed at the taller man with his hand around his snow white ass thrusting into the huge meat stick.

But this instant the man ejaculates.

The four men saw it and rushed up in unison, and while one of them held his ass and thrust in, the other couldn’t wait to penetrate Misako’s mouth.

Misako’s sensuality quickly peaks when she is penetrated by an aroused man back and forth at the same time.

The men satisfy secondary desires from the front and back respectively.

But the frenzied meat feast wasn’t over yet, and when the five men were satisfied, a few more came and demanded it from Misako.

By this time, she could not remember how many men she had passed through, but only knew that her whole body was covered in men’s semen, and she was constantly generating a paralyzing feeling of pleasure.

Misako was in the bathroom when he woke up.

There were three naked men lying on their backs on the tile floor, with Misako standing in front of them. They were masochists who enjoyed being trampled and tortured by women more than raping them.

Two other men knelt in front of and behind Misako. Washing her body carefully.

“Thanks.”

Misako thanked me in this way as she finished washing.

A dignified looking man said with a mournful expression.

“Mistress, you are too kind. We are Mistress’s slaves, so if you want to reward us, spit sweet saliva in our faces.”

“But ……”

“I implore Mistress, it is no pity to lose one’s life for a woman as beautiful and noble as Mistress, who is a queen and a goddess.”

The man knelt there raising his head and opening his mouth.

The other men take the same position.

“Okay.”

Misako also developed an unusual desire to spit in the men’s mouths at this point.

“Thank you ma’am.”

The men knelt to say thank you.

“One more request, just put this on when you walk out past our bodies.”

In the man’s hands were silver colored heels with extremely high heels.

“Is it really okay?”

“Never be polite, just think of us as a rug.”

“Okay.”

Misako walks in her heels over the men lined up.

“Well!”

A grunt bubbled out of the man’s mouth.

“Don’t do that if you guys are in pain.”

“No, please keep going, Queen.”

The man shook his head hastily, it wasn’t an intentional holding back, just look at what was going on between their strands.

At this point Misako no longer hesitated, and the pleasure of abuse suddenly came over her at the sight of the man’s agonized expression.

Nonchalantly stomping on men’s stomachs, chests, faces, and stocks. Putting weight on one foot too, twisting on the heel of her heels.

One by one, the men ejaculated as they grunted.

There was an office full of men and women lounging in the hall, all naked and drinking.

As Misako sat down in the group of women, two or three men immediately came over and made requests.

“Give me a break.”

Misako replied politely.

“So wait a minute be sure to ……”

The men retired in a gentlemanly manner.

Misako reached for the glass with juice that was sitting beside her.

But the one reaching next to her takes it first, reaches for another cup, and another woman snatches it away.

It was then that Misako realized that the women were giving her a cold stare, and Misako silently tried to stand up.

“Yo, going to fuck again, are we?”

“Can’t tell you’re still horny.”

The women mouthed off.

“This is not your party alone.”

“No man has come to me yet.”

Misako had to sit down again.

“I’ve had enough, you guys go ahead.”

“Hmph! Enough already? What a nice thing to say.”

“After fucking that many men, even the most horny woman should have had enough.”

These women were all in their mid-thirties, and presumably no one paid any attention to them even when they wanted a man, so they had to come to the couples exchange.

“And there are people who suck all the cum out of men, and there’s no more for me.”

The obese, heavily made-up woman sucked on her cigarette in a sarcastic manner.

“You should also say a few words of explanation.”

The thin woman who first drew Keita as her partner said with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Misako only apologized.

“There’s no use apologizing, so I’ll have to take you by proxy.”

“What?”

“I have a homosexual streak, and a lovely woman like you is a woman I would love to be companions with.”

“But ……”

“You’re not allowed to say no.”

The other women stood up together, presumably ready to use violence even to get Misako to agree.

Misako gave the men a pleading look.

“What’s wrong with you?”

The man who had just made the request quickly noticed and immediately approached.

“I’m sorry, the lady has decided she wants to play with us.”

“But ……”

Before that man could finish, some other man behind him said.

“What does it matter, it’s fun to watch women be gay.”

And the men who had already played with Misako agreed.

“You stand up.”

The skinny woman barked orders with her hands on her hips.

“Hurry up.”

Misako had to stand up at the push.

“Hang her up.”

“Please don’t. ……”

Fear caused Misako to yell.

“There’s no use pleading, come and get her!”

Immediately a few women came pouring in.

Misako struggled, but it was no use at all. Soon she was chained to two iron posts in the center of the hall, where Misako stood in a wide stance.

“You won’t be able to escape, and look what will become of you.”

The skinny woman stroked Misako’s plump breasts with her fingers as she finished speaking.

It started with a light touch over the entire breast and then around the breast towards the nipple. While this was going on a short, obese woman ran her tongue from her back to her neck and then to her ears.

There were other women who tongued or ran their hands over their stomachs, asses, inner thighs, and between their toes.

Only a woman knows a woman’s erogenous zones.

Misako gritted her teeth and endured.

Having already been raped dozens of times by men and gone through countless orgasms, it felt like a great shame to act sexy in front of homosexuals.

“Ah!”

Her body trembled a little, and Misako’s breathing began to catch.

The skinny woman flicked the tip of her tongue over the lower edge of Misako’s ample breasts.

“Let’s see how long you can pretend to be decent, your body is ripe for the picking, how does that feel!”

The woman began to fondle the breasts, but not as roughly as the man, touching them gently with the palms of her hands and moving gently.

“Well …… well ……”

Misako desperately clenched her teeth to keep from screaming.

But Misako couldn’t help but sigh deeply as the woman took the nipple in her mouth.

“Ah ……”

At first Misako’s body stiffened, but that’s when the beautiful naked body began to wriggle.

“Hee hee hee hee, look at her tits hardening like that, so horny.”

One woman pinched a spit-stained nipple.

“Look over here, it’s already wet.”

The woman squatting there playing with Misako’s pussy pulls her fingers out of it to show how wet it is.

“Are you starting to think about men.”

A woman asked while grabbing Misako’s hair.

“Please …… spare me ……”

Misako barely said a word with a red face.

“Hmph, still pretending to be serious.”

“Let’s go with that thing, I guess.”

“Makes sense, and it’s fun to tell her to whimper with that thing.”

They were talking about black rubber panties with dildos.

First the bound feet were loosened, panties were put on, and of course the huge dildo was inserted into Misako’s pussy.

“Seeing how hungry she was, something that big went in easily.”

The thin woman squeezed the switch.

“Well ……”

The vibrations emanating inside caused an immediate reaction in an already sexy body. Her upper body twisted like a snake, and the insertion of the dildo into her lower body made her wiggle her ass even more.

“So horny, wiggling your ass in front of so many people.”

As much as he didn’t want to, his fiery lower body couldn’t help but squirm.

“Say it plainly if you want a man.”

The women all sat down and drank while admiring Misako’s distressed look.

The men also laughed at the women’s games.

“She’s still holding back.”

“It is now official.”

The thin woman changed the switch to the ‘strong’ position.

“Oh!”

Misako’s body suddenly vibrated violently, no longer able to hold back.

“Ah! Ah ……”

Misako’s voice gradually became louder and the pleasure increased rapidly.

There was no longer a smile on the men’s faces, they just watched nervously as the beautiful women cried and wriggled their beautiful bodies.

Almost at its peak.

Misako obliviously wiggled her ass in black panties.

That’s when the dildo switch was suddenly turned off.

Misako lost the chance to excrete her desire and only shook her head violently.

“Why …… why ……”

“If you want it, just say out loud that I want a man while wiggling your ass.”

“This ……”

That’s something you just don’t want to say in front of someone of the same sex, just to die.

“As if that wasn’t enough.”

“Ah!”

Turning the switch on again, Misako’s body leaned back, but before reaching its peak, the dildo stopped again.

“It can’t be!”

Misako couldn’t help but yell.

“Don’t bully me like that!”

It was the almost pathetic call of losing one’s mind.

“In that case, just say it out loud.”

“Well …… well ……”

Although she clenched her teeth, Misako couldn’t help but say when someone reached behind her back and rubbed her breasts.

“Ah! I want ……”

“And?”

Despite clenching his teeth, he had reached the limit of his patience.

“I want …… fucked ……”

Finally the most shameful words were spoken.

“What a horny woman.”

“It’s downright lewd, just look at the ass-wiggling.”

The woman mouthed sarcasm.

But the body that was already burning with lust could not be controlled with Misako’s own will.

“Want to let it out?”

Misako nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’m going to let it out.”

“Then it’s time to wiggle your ass over to the gentlemen and ask them to stick it in you.”

Whispering this in Misako’s ear.

“Please …… have sex with me ……”

Wiggling her beautiful snow-white ass as she said it.

“Ah …… please just stick it in me.”

All the men made their meat sticks straight.

The dildo began to vibrate again.

“Ah! Good ……”

This time when it was about to reach its peak, suddenly there was a whip hitting Misako’s back.

“Ah!”

The body leaned back as he screamed in agony.

The whip in the hands of the fat short woman kept hitting the sweaty naked body.

“Oh! Don’t! It hurts!”

The whipping was unrelenting and Misako had forgotten the orgasm she had just had.

“Hmph, think you can enjoy it for nothing?”

The short, thin woman came to Misako’s front with a bamboo sword in her hand and stabbed her hard in the heart.

“Vomit ……”

A grunt occurred when the whip struck the back again.

“Ah! What’s this for, come on stop it!”

“Cut the crap, you’re going to be our slave, okay?”

“……”

Before he could reply, he received another violent blow on his back.

“Well ……”

“Well?”

“Do ……”

“You have to say it!”

The woman slapped instead.

“I’m a slave to my wife ……”

It seemed like a sound squeezed out of his body.

“Well, here’s your prize.”

One of the women brought in glasses filled with a liquid that looked like Coke.

“You wanted juice earlier, this is a special cocktail, open your mouth.”

The man pulled his jaw down and Misako opened her mouth, swallowing the cocktail that had been poured in. It felt bitter, but not to the point of being undrinkable.

“Why don’t you make it look good, it’s our special concoction for slaves.”

Misako had to drink it all.

“Is it good.”

“Good …… good drink.”

Misako knew she would be beaten again if she didn’t.

“Of course, that’s formulated with our urine.”

“Whoa!”

Misako was disgusted, and the other women were chuckling.

“Have another drink if it’s good.”

Misako shook her head violently at the sight of another cup being brought.

“No, that’s enough.”

“What? You won’t drink the cocktail we made.”

“It’s not that. ……”

The bamboo sword struck again in the stomach, an unrelenting blow.

“Well …… spare me, don’t ……”

The voices are getting lower and lower, and the body looks weak, which is beyond the scope of the game.

“This slave is not cute at all.”

The fat-loving woman glares a little with hate-filled eyes as the leather whip hits the beautiful breasts.

“Whoa!”

Misako lowered her head with a yell.

“What’s the matter with you? It’s not time for bed yet.”

Lift Misako’s face up with the bamboo sword.

“Give me a break ……”

“Would you like to drink it now?”

“Woohoo ……”

“Make it clear!”

“I’ll drink.”

Misako was exhausted, and that’s when another slap to the face came.

“I should say please give me a drink.”

“Please …… give me a drink.”

“Open your mouth!”

Misako opened her mouth feebly, and the cocktail, which was even thicker than earlier, had to be downed.

“This is your punishment for not obeying with alacrity.”

Releasing Misako’s arms and legs to let her lie on the ground, the short, fat woman rode on her back.

“Slave, crawl!”

Stuck the whip in Misako’s mouth, replacing the horse’s reins while shaking her body.

The short, obese, middle-aged woman with a heavy body kicked Misako in the stomach with short legs that didn’t reach the ground, and Misako slowly crawled down the hall.

At this point no one thinks of it as a game, a way of giving vent to jealousy by a group of ugly women against young and beautiful women.

The thin woman stepped in front of Misako.

“Does this feel good.”

“……”

“Say something!”

The short, fat woman riding on her back kicked Misako in the head.

“Spare me.”

Immediately slapped Misako in the face.

“How dare a slave say such things.”

“I’m sorry.”

This time it was the skinny woman with a kick.

“There’s no use apologizing, you know.”

“Ma’am, got it.”

“Seeing you makes it seem like no amount of torture is enough.”

The short, fat woman came down from behind.

“You’re wanking here for me.”

Misako tried to shake her head but gave up.

“To ask the gentlemen to look.”

“Get up and get it.”

“This ……”

Paddy!

Taking a kick to the stomach, Misako slowly got to her feet.

The women handed Misako the switch for the electric dildo on their black panties and Misako came to stand in front of the men.

Put the switch in the ‘strong’ position and run your hands over the breasts.

When the sense of shame reaches its limit, and the body’s sexual desire cannot be released, it begins to react to the vibration of the dildo.

“Ah …… ah ……”

Rubbing the plump breasts in her palms, Misako wiggled her ass back and forth, knowing what a lewd position it was, but unable to stop.

“Ah …… well ……”

Misako made even more sensual and urgent noises, and soon after Misako’s ass shook violently finally reaching its sexy peak.

“She seems to have leaked.”

“Leaking even when you masturbate in front of others, what a perverted woman.”

“Woo ……”

Misako couldn’t help but cover her face with her hands.

“Let’s give her greater pleasure.”

The women came over and grabbed Misako’s arms and legs.

“Don’t! Don’t!”

Still, seven hands pushed Misako down.

Pull your black pants down.

“Look, it’s soaking wet like this.”

Bringing the honey-stained panties to Misako’s front.

“Get her with something that has particles in it.”

“And get her ass at the same time.”

The women’s eyes glistened with sadism as they inserted two electric dildos into Misako’s fleshy holes.

“Ummm …… don’t …… hurt!”

For the first time in her life, Misako’s body twisted violently at the pain of the first stabbing into her anus.

But those wives were on top of Misako, forcing thrusts.

Mature and young flesh that has already had its share of pleasure is sure to feel it when a pelletized dildo is pumped in and out.

“Ah!”

Misako finally let out a humming sound, and as the speed of the thrusts increased, her lower body produced a beautiful sensation like it was about to dissolve.

“Look, lots of kink.”

“Clamp the dildo.”

Misako gritted her teeth and endured.

(In front of someone of the same sex, and a woman like this, who doesn’t want to let it out.)

At least hopefully it can be avoided, no matter how much one wants to avoid it.

The short woman who manipulated the dildo pressed the branch of the dildo against the small fleshy bean on her labia.

“Oh!”

Misako let out a mournful shriek-like sound.

It’s the sensitive part that gets stimulated, and self-control finally breaks down.

“Ah, I’m going to leak!”

Misako screamed and her body shook violently.

“She’s leaking again!”

“Horny women!”

“Pervert!”

Misako left tears in her eyes at their scolding.

“A slutty slave like you should be drinking fresh juice.”

The short, fat woman rode Misako’s face in a crouch as hot streams of water shot across Misako’s face.

“Stop!”

Came the man’s voice.

But the woman continued to pee.

The woman’s body was suddenly pushed to the ground, and in an instant the women’s faces showed displeasure, but no one dared to say anything at the sight of the man’s anger.

“Misako, it’s okay.”

Misako felt that voice coming from far away.

“Pull yourself together Misako, it’s my fault for bringing you to a place like this, let’s go back.”

Misako struggled a bit as she was picked up, but opened her eyes slightly to see Keita before closing them and falling into his arms.

chapter iv – the end of the infatuation feast

One day when the fall colors are already deep, Misako runs into her college-age boyfriend, Sano, on the street by chance.

“Hey, Misako!”

There was a tap on the shoulder and Misako turned around to see the unfamiliar man in a suit, but quickly smiled again.

“It’s you.”

“It’s been a long time, let’s have a cup of tea together.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have time.”

“Ten minutes will be enough.”

Misako said as she looked at her watch:

“Okay.”

Sasano walked into the café with his arm around Misako’s waist just as he did when he was a student.

“Misako, you’re even prettier.”

Sasano said while sipping his coffee and looking at Misako as if touched.

“You’re lying!”

Misako glanced at Sasano and lowered her head in embarrassment.

“No, it’s true, I thought it was a young grandmother somewhere.”

Misako remembered that her father had said the same thing a few days ago. Although she hadn’t realized it herself, it seemed to have changed inside.

It’s something you can’t believe yourself.

Maybe it was because Keita had changed. Since the night of exchanging couples in Hokkaido, he no longer lets others rape Misako like before. Although he was sexually impotent, so he often did sadistic games with various implements, but otherwise was considerate of Misako.

At first, he thought Keita was up to something, but even if it was false, Misako felt happy.

Her marriage to Keita was originally prompted by her desire to make amends for crippling him.

However, after Keita shows his thoughtfulness, the sadistic character that Misako had subconsciously tried to hide deep down inside her heart gradually comes out.

When working at the gallery, one occasionally expects a sadistic rooming-in two or three times a week.

(I may be starting to love Keita.)

Keita would start to worry when she came home late from college.

(Will there be a crash?)

What made this change in mood decisive was when Misako became pregnant.

I actually met Sasano when I came back from the hospital.

“Ma’am, congratulations, it’s been three months.”

Hearing the doctor say that, Misako felt happy to be a wife for the first time since she got married. Suddenly, there was hope for a sweet family life that she had thought she was not destined to have.

“Sasano, what are you doing?”

Misako said as she looked at Sasano’s face tanned like an athlete.

“Unemployed.”

“I’m asking you seriously.”

“It’s true, just gave my resignation to my boss.”

Sasano drained his cup of coffee in one gulp.

“It was hopeless company, very little pay but very picky, I thought there was no future in that kind of company and I quit.”

“What about the future?”

“It’ll work out, getting used to being unemployed.”

“Isn’t this the first time?”

“Well, these are not the days of being in one company for life.”

But Misako felt that he was just talking big and didn’t feel a bit of masculinity.

“Misako, why don’t you go have a drink now to celebrate my unemployment?”

“But I have a job.”

“How about after work?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t go.”

“Is it for the husband?”

“He’s not well and I have to help him.”

“Oh ….”

Sasano lit a cigarette as if he wasn’t satisfied.

“I used to be in love with you, too.”

“……….”

“So when I heard you were married, it gave me a big shock, and it was with that kid who lives in your house, and it pissed me off so much I drank every day.”

“Don’t say it.”

“I’m sorry that work hasn’t been going well since you left me. But I still have to tell you that my heart for you still hasn’t changed.”

“No, don’t say it.”

A smile suddenly appeared on Sasano’s face.

“Well, I’m not here to ask for a return to our old relationship, just to have dinner together as friends.”

“Sorry, he’s waiting for me at home, bye.”

Misako ran out as if fleeing after saying that, and Sasano looked at the beautiful body that he had loved several times before with eyes full of desire.

As usual, the iron gate was lowered halfway by seven-thirty, and Misako started cleaning inside, using the vacuum cleaner on one side and thinking on the other.

(I wonder how Keita will look when she hears I’m pregnant?)

Thinking this way, when he reached the innermost corner of the wall when he cleaned, he suddenly felt the atmosphere of someone and immediately turned back to look.

Startled but immediately relieved to see a man.

“Sasano, that scared the hell out of me.”

“Thought you might still be in there since the iron door is only half closed.”

Sano has been drinking and his eyes are red.

“Let me make you a cup of tea.”

“No, leave me alone.”

“But ….”

“Then give me a glass of plain water.”

“Good.”

Misako passed by Sasano’s side trying to get water.

“I don’t want water, I want you.”

Sasano suddenly hugged Misako from behind.

Misako could barely breathe for a split second, but immediately regained her defensive instincts. Now a married woman, she was also beginning to develop love for her husband, and with a baby in her belly, she didn’t want to destroy her family, which had only just appeared to be happy.

“Don’t do that, let go of me.”

Misako struggled hard.

“Misako, I love you.”

Sasano grabbed the plump breasts from the dress and lifted the skirt with her other hand.

“You can’t, please calm down, I have a husband.”

But of course, Sano, who was already agitated to the core, wouldn’t listen.

“What does it matter, didn’t we used to go to motels and have sex this time last year?”

“It’s not the same as it was then.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Sasano’s hand was already touching his boxers at the base of his thighs, and now he couldn’t restrain himself, never dreaming that this would happen before he met Misako.

Having held this body from the front, from behind, in a hotel bed a year ago, she used her mouth when she had her period, and the pleasure of that time had not been forgotten.

When I was drinking before coming here tonight, I had only thought of Misako alone in my mind.

(Misako has ruined my life. I’m going to destroy her happiness.)

That’s when Misako let out a scream, a call for help, hoping it would reach outside through the half-opened steel door.

In that instant eyes went gold as the face was slapped hard and the body hit the wall.

“No. ….”

When she tried to scream, Sasano’s hand covered her mouth. Misako desperately opened her mouth to bite the other’s hand.

This time it was Sasano who screamed out in misery.

“Somebody ….”

Before he could finish he was punched in the heart socket.

“Well ….”

Misako couldn’t breathe.

A few more punches to the body.

“Oh!”

Misako bent over and knelt with her hands on her stomach.

“Don’t do this …. I’m having a baby.”

Pleading through tears.

“You’re pregnant?”

Misako nodded, but the hope she harbored that the other would spare her immediately faded.

“Got it, you can let go of your hand.”

Sasano said in a gentle tone.

Misako let go of her hand and was about to stand up when the tip of Sasano’s leather shoe kicked Misako in the stomach.

“Ah!”

Misako clasped her hands together around Sasano’s feet.

“Please don’t.”

But Sasano’s foot was still on Misako’s stomach.

“Just send is to do what I say and I won’t hit you.”

“……”

Sasano’s leg keeps gaining strength.

“Well …. I know.”

“You have to swear.”

“I swear.”

“What do you swear?”

“Do exactly as you say.”

“Very good.”

Only then did Sasano retract his foot.

Misako shed tears, but there wasn’t even time to cry as Sasano grabbed her hair with one hand and unzipped her pants with the other, pulling out the inside and bringing it to Misako’s face.

“It’s what you do best.”

Keita’s shadow appeared in Misako’s mind, and unlike Keita’s situation, Sasano’s meat stick began to change shape just by touching Misako’s breath.

The meat stick was stuffed into his mouth.

After the tongue touched it, the meat stick began to swell, it was a huge meat stick that I hadn’t seen in half a year since I exchanged couples in Hokkaido.

Although Misako didn’t say it out loud, in her heart she still hoped that Keita would regain his faculties and have a thick and hard meat stick inserted into her.

Keita seems to have this in mind, making love to Misako with a shriveled meat stick that can only go in a little bit, but can’t be pumped in and out, but can ejaculate. Presumably that’s how he got Misako pregnant.

“Sucking on that boy like that every night, you seem to be getting much better.”

Sasano stroked Misako’s hair on one side and deliberately stabbed her throat with the meat stick.

“Seriously get it right, it’s not over until you cum.”

Misako had to think of nothing else at this point.

It had been a long time since she had tasted a man, so her mood was starting to waver a little, but she told herself that there was Keita who loved her.

“Be quick to make me cum or it will be dawn.”

Sano is confident that he won’t ejaculate soon because of his drinking.

“Count to ten and if you can’t make me cum, I’ll fuck you.”

Misako took the hot rod of flesh completely in her mouth and bobbed her head violently back and forth.

But Sasano quickly counted to ten.

“Never mind, you undress.”

Sasano pulled her head away.

“Please, spare me ……”

He was slapped in the face before he could finish his sentence.

“Do you want an abortion?”

Sasano’s foot was on Misako’s stomach again.

Misako cried and shook her head.

“Stand up.”

Misako had to obey.

Misako stood naked in her gallery with nothing but white high heels.

“Take your hands away.”

To Misako, who was covering her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other, Sasano gave a cruel order.

Misako lowered the hand on her breast before moving the hand below.

Sasano couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, Misako’s body was already beautiful, but now after a year it was even sexier than before, Sasano’s eyes suddenly widened as his eyes turned downward.

“Since when did it become a white tiger?”

Misako didn’t answer, just turned her face away.

“Who shaved you off?”

“My husband.”

“Oh, that boy has that hobby.”

“It’s …. I asked for it.”

Misako almost seemed to shout.

“Oh.”

A terrifying smile appeared on Sasano’s face.

“Misako, spread your legs.”

Misako spread her beautiful legs apart without expression.

“Don’t move, okay?”

Sasano began to play with it after ordering so.

First kissing Misako’s mouth greedily, then licking Misako’s ear, which he knew was one of Misako’s erogenous zones, blowing on the ear and flicking the tip of his tongue over behind it. The tongue moved to the neck, then to the shoulders, continuing up to the breasts.

Misako felt anxious at this point, thinking that holding back until she ejaculated would be the end of it, but she was gradually reacting.

Misako clenched her lips almost to the point of bleeding.

Sasano’s caresses couldn’t be considered skillful, but they were long and already knew Misako’s erogenous zones.

“Let me lie down.”

The purpose of such pleading is simply to suffer less.

“No.”

Sasano’s target was focused on the plump breasts.

Misako covered her face with her hands, but Sasano pulled her head to hold the hot meat stick.

“No letting go of your hand.”

Having not been exposed to a thick stick of flesh for six months, the young woman, married for only six months, couldn’t help but feel stimulated.

She was in love with Keita now, but that mood and the physical were two different things.

Keita would use dildos and other implements to bring her to orgasm, but no clever implement could compare to a real meat stick.

After letting Misako hold the meat stick, Sano carefully caresses the breasts and licks the nipples with the tip of her tongue.

The nipples began to stick out, and here Misako’s body couldn’t help but vibrate a little to let out a hum as she gently bit them with her teeth and took them in her mouth to suck on them.

“Ah ….”

Subconsciously, she gripped Sasano’s meat stick tightly.

“Hold the wall with your hands.”

Misako did as he said.

Sano pulls her waist from behind with both hands, her upper body becomes horizontal, her rounded ass forms a rather high stance, and with high heels on, her slender legs look even sexier.

Sasano couldn’t help but thrust in hard right from behind.

As he began to thrust, it produced a quick and beautiful sensation inside Misako.

Misako clenched her teeth, hoping she wouldn’t make a sound. But not having tasted a man’s real meat stick for six months made Misako’s rationality almost confused.

Although she forced herself to resist making a sound, she couldn’t help but wiggle her ass in time with her opponent’s thrusts.

Misako finally let out a loud grunt as Sasano’s hand began to gently massage the top of her labia.

The double-layered effect of the hot rod moving in and out, while stroking the most sensitive fleshy bean, finally broke her self-control.

It was no longer bearable, and flames burned through Misako’s body.

(Ah …. Can’t stand it anymore.)

Misako began to meet Sasano’s meat stick with her womb, and then her ass began to wriggle violently.

Sasano ejaculated a large amount of semen as he let out a loud grunt.

The next day Sano came back to Misako’s gallery, where Misako was about to put flowers in a vase.

“Hi, Misako.”

Sasano walks over and immediately gropes Misako’s plump ass with his hands.

“Don’t.”

Misako pleaded in a small voice.

There was a middle-aged man in the gallery.

“Misako, you were wet here yesterday and clamped my meat stick.”

Misako hurriedly grabbed Sasano’s hand and looked over toward the guest. Luckily, the guest’s back was to this side.

“Please, not here.”

“But I want to do it right away.”

Saying that, he pushed Misako behind the counter, where the customers could only see the upper half of their body, not the lower half if they were here. Sasano immediately sat on the chair, and then lifted Misako’s skirt from behind.

Misako desperately wiggled her ass and used her hands to resist Sasano’s aggression, but she had to stop resisting because the male guest turned his body halfway this way.

Sasano takes the opportunity to pull the miniskirt up and stroke her ass over the boxers and pantyhose.

It’s just that it’s not a big deal to do so yet.

When Sasano saw that Misako didn’t dare to resist, he boldly prepared to take off his pantyhose.

(Can’t be.)

As Misako was about to grab Sasano’s guard, the male guest said.

“Please ask.”

“Yes, what is it?”

Misako let go of Sasano’s hand to take an upright position.

“How much is this painting?”

“That one is ……”

As she tried to step out of the counter, Sasano quickly pulled her boxers and pantyhose down her legs so that there was no way to expose the lower half of her body.

Misako looked at the words the man was pointing at and said in a nervous voice.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand.”

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars …. Can you make it any cheaper?”

“That work is …. Ah!”

Speaking of which Misako frowned as Sasano forced his finger through the groove of his ass.

The male guest gave a puzzled look, and Misako hastily put on a smile and said.

“This price is the lowest it’s ever been, but it can be paid in installments.”

One side said gently parting her legs.

Sasano’s fingers dug from the smooth groove of her ass to the petals in front of her.

Misako’s heartbeat was very intense, but only desperately tried to act as if nothing had happened.

(Go faster.)

Knowing full well that it’s not right, but can’t help but pray that way.

That guest continued to move towards the inside words.

“Please, spare me.”

Misako couldn’t help but crouch down.

“No, you are already mine, legally you are someone else’s, but in reality you are my slave.”

“……”

“Misako, take off your boxers.”

Sasano ordered in a cold voice as he sat in his chair.

“No, don’t.”

“Don’t you understand? I’ll be more talkative if you don’t listen, and can you tell your husband about yesterday?”

Misako looked up at Sano with a fearful expression, something that had to be avoided no matter what.

“Hurry up.”

Misako had to admit it, squatting down and pulling her boxers off slowly.

“This thing is in my custody.”

As soon as he did, Sasano snatched a ball of boxers and pantyhose over.

“It’s eleven fifteen minutes and twenty-three seconds, and your wall clock seems a little faster.”

The wall clock on the wall was eleven seventeen.

“That’s not polite to a guest. You go over there right now and correct it.”

To correct the time, you have to use a ladder. But there are guests in the gallery right now, and there’s nothing on in the miniskirt.

“Misako hurry up. Be changed before that guest is gone or you’ll be told to do something even more humiliating.”

Misako had no choice but to obey and bring the aluminum ladder in the direction of the clock. Unfortunately, the customer was only two or three meters below the clock. It was impossible to keep him from realizing it, so all that could be hoped for was that the man had the heart of a gentleman.

Misako spread the legs of the ladder apart and placed them directly under the clock.

The man glanced toward Misako and continued to admire the painting without showing any particular concern.

Misako slowly climbed up the ladder.

(Never look this way!)

Pray in your heart and climb four or five steps.

But the realization that a beautiful young woman is climbing high up the ladder would interest any man, and the woman is wearing a daring mini-skirt that reveals her beautifully slender legs.

Keeping an eye on the hem of her miniskirt, Misako stopped on the fifth step and reached her hands toward the wall clock.

Just then the male guest came over in the direction of the ladder. Though making a show of not caring, Misako has been paying attention to this side ever since she took out the ladder.

This person had no knowledge of painting, except that he had bought a new house and wanted to put a painting in the living room, and used his lunch hour to walk around the gallery.

I came here for the third time, not because I was satisfied with the paintings, but because I was interested in the young presenters.

Not only was she beautiful in appearance, but good upbringing and temperament could be seen in her, and without the slightest hint of pride, her whole body exuded the beauty of a mature woman.

The man’s heart was beating violently.

Admirable women climbing ladders around and in miniskirts ….

Peeking over, slender legs, full of youth and sexiness, and visible near the base of the thighs.

(How could you be so bold.)

If you move a little closer to the ladder you might be able to get a good view of the inside of the miniskirt. Pretend to look at the painting and slowly approach the ladder.

There was a slight hesitation as Misako reached out.

(He’ll see.)

But now it seemed rude to the guest to drop her hand and press her mini-skirt, so she reached toward the wall clock.

The very short miniskirt moved up at least another two or three centimeters because of the hands above her head.

The man’s eyes looked toward the root of Misako’s thighs, and it was just meant to be a quick glance, but when he got a good look at the inside of the miniskirt, he couldn’t take his eyes off of there.

I thought I was seeing panties on my plump ass, but now I was seeing a snow white naked ass, and for a split second I couldn’t believe my eyes, but indeed in the miniskirt were beautifully shaped twin mounds.

(Is this intentional?)

The actions taken by Misako naturally lead to such associations.

On the other hand Misako who was standing on the ladder felt intense shame and sensed a fiery sight below, but there was only time to hastily correct it.

She shouldn’t be in too much of a hurry.

Preparing to go down the ladder, I didn’t step firmly on the last rung and slipped forward on my high-heeled foot.

“Ah!”

Hands shouldn’t have grabbed the ladder too hard as there was nothing behind her to support her, and Misako’s body toppled backwards.

Before his body hit the ground, the man attempted to hold on, but was unable to support Misako’s weight and fell to the ground together.

The front of the miniskirt rolled up at this point, but Misako only realized it when the man lifted the ladder.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, thank you.”

That’s when she realized it and desperately pulled her skirt down. But the man must have seen that there was no hair on the triangle, because a puzzled expression of disbelief was shown.

Misako hurriedly ran away with the ladder, and only Sasano watched the scene with a grin on his face.

“I won’t let you go home tonight, so get ready.”

When I heard that from Sano, I had to call Keita.

“Ran into a friend from high school and am staying at her house tonight.”

Sano takes her to a club called Domina, a place that adopts a membership system, and after Sano takes out his membership card, he takes Misako to the innermost room.

From seeing bars on the door glass as you walk into the room and getting a bad feeling.

Sure enough this side of the room is guest seating, with medieval torture devices and the like displayed higher up in front.

There were already a lot of guests and the show started as soon as they sat down.

On stage a man hangs a girl up by her chains and starts whipping her with a leather whip, clamping tanning clothespins all over her naked body and raping her with an electric dildo.

The young woman, who was not very pretty looking but had white skin, seemed to actually have an orgasm.

The guests all put on masks and gazed at the performance on stage while drinking. Then a woman in a tight black dress appeared on stage.

“Thank you all for coming, I don’t know if you were satisfied with the performance just now. The next program is a performance where the guest takes the lead role, so please come out and perform if you would like to.”

Behind Misako there are middle-aged men and young women arguing.

“Do you want to participate?”

“I don’t want it.”

“But you used to say that you wished there were a few men who would have sex with you.”

“But I don’t want to be in this place.”

“You refuse to listen to my orders?”

“But I didn’t agree to anything like that.”

“If you don’t listen, you won’t be tortured later.”

“Better spare me today.”

Misako could hear the woman’s speaking voice getting more and more excited. Since she was willing to come to such a place, she must have a hobby of abusing or being abused. Even though we all shared the same hobby, it still took quite a bit of courage to expose one’s most mysterious place under the bright lights.

Suddenly Sasano stood up and Misako was startled.

“Misako stand up.”

Everyone around them gazed at Sano and Misako, and before Misako could shake her head, the hostess on stage spoke.

“That guest is going to join the show, so please applaud.”

Misako had reached a place of dilemma.

The waitress, dressed in black, immediately brought the restraints.

“Misako put your hand out.”

“I don’t want ….”

Whispered a plea to Sasano.

“Do you want to embarrass me?”

Taking Misako’s hand, she put on the restraints.

The two hands were both connected by a thirty centimeter long chain, resistance and cries for help were useless here. The surrounding people thought that Misako also had this kind of hobby, saying no with her mouth, but inwardly welcoming the torture.

The others gave surprised looks as they were led towards the stage by the waitress and Sasano.

It was not uncommon for guests to attend the show, and some of them were there for the purpose of performing. But it is rare to see such beauties among those women, even if they look good, their bodies are bloated when they undress, or on the contrary their bodies are young but look like piglets.

And for customers who have seen many of these shows, they have lost interest in the performance of women who have already been trained. It’s better to have a woman who hasn’t been trained yet and has an elegant demeanor to climax in the midst of abuse.

So seeing Misako, who had been forced to be pulled out, it was immediately clear that it suited their tastes.

Coming onto the stage, Sano takes Misako’s mask away, and Misako hastily turns her head away, but Sano pulls her hair so that she can’t move.

“Behold, ladies and gentlemen, the wife who has volunteered to be a slave tonight is a great beauty.”

Normally it sounds like exaggerated praise from the hosts, only tonight all of them agreed.

“What kind of abuse do you wish to make?”

“It’s all up to you, as long as there are no scars on your body.”

When Sasano finished, he retreated to the edge of the stage.

“From now on you are my slave, understand?”

“……”

When there was no answer, there was a sudden slap to the face.

“Ah!”

This slap was powerful and almost unsteady on its feet.

“You haven’t answered.”

The way the woman raised her eyebrows looked very cold, and Misako looked over to Sasano, who just stood there with a grin on his face.

“Yes, Master ….”

Misako lowered her head and said that the humiliation was intensified by the fact that there were many guests watching again.

Another slap in the face.

“Not master, but queen.”

But from the guests’ point of view, Misako is the queen.

The Queen’s looks were also good, but still not as good as Misako’s. This situation seems to hurt the queen’s self-esteem.

“Sit down.”

As Misako knelt there, she was given a collar with chains.

“You are that gentleman’s slave, and that gentleman gave you to me to train, so you are my slave. Obey my orders, understand?”

“Yes, Queen.”

Misako had to admit it. There was no way to escape anymore, and to resist would just make the audience and the Queen happy.

(I’m going to endure no matter what the method.)

It’s the only way to show resistance.

“You swore to be my slave.”

“Yes.”

Misako said as she knelt down in a regular manner.

“I’m the Queen’s slave, please be kind.”

Shame and humiliation made her voice tremble.

“You don’t look convinced.”

The Queen put her hands on her hips and looked down at Misako with a grunt.

“Are you truly willing to be my slave? Then kowtow to me.”

Suddenly stomping on the back of Misako’s head with her foot.

The auditorium is silent and everyone watches the show with wide eyes.

A beautiful young woman in a black suit, kneeling in front of the host of this kind of club, with her head being stepped on at will. This time is full of tension and realism that can never be seen in a normal show.

“Lick your shoes.”

The tip of the shoe was right in Misako’s mouth, and Misako resigned herself to sticking her tongue out and licking it, but immediately took the shoe back.

“This licking looks unsatisfactory to me.”

At the same time bring down the whip in your hand.

“You’re not serious and I’m going to teach you a lesson. Crawl around the stage ten times.”

When he finished, he pulled hard on the chain.

“Well!”

Misako wiggled on the ground, and the viewer’s eyes immediately focused on the black pantyhose and white boxers peeking out from under the black miniskirt.

Because in a plain suit, that look is even sexier.

“Don’t be slow.”

The leather whip was relentless on the pretty ass that shook a little bit when it climbed a step. It’s not a very big stage, and ten laps is still quite tiring.

“Lick it clean again, and this time you’ll have to crawl twenty laps if you don’t lick it seriously.”

The Queen took off her clothes, leaving her body in nothing but black mesh tights.

Misako got down on the floor and started licking from the tips of her shoes, and had just finished one when she was slapped again.

“You’re not being sincere at all, not sloppy.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You’re wrong to take that tone.”

The Queen doesn’t sound like she’s putting on a show, and the jealousy-filled hatred also appears in the method of the fight.

“You look up.”

Misako raised her head, her eyes looking down as the queen touched a whip to her beautiful face and said.

“You think you’re beautiful?”

“I didn’t.”

“Don’t you get too goddamned excited.”

Another slap in the face.

“I can tell by the look on your face that you think you’re beautiful, don’t you?”

“……”

“Well, I also admit that you are beautiful. No matter how beautiful you are, you’re still my slave here, so answer!”

Pulling up Misako’s face with the whip, she slapped it in passing.

“Aye, aye, Queen ….”

“The sound is too low.”

The Queen’s palm hit Misako’s face again.

“Yes, Queen.”

“Now to bring joy to the audience, undress.”

Unlock the handcuffs and put Misako in the center of the stage.

“You guys help.”

At the Queen’s instruction, the three waitresses surrounded Misako and quickly stripped off all their clothes.

“Put this thing on her.”

The queen took out leather boxers with a dildo inside. The front was an inverted triangle, but there was only one strap for the waist and ass.

“Your body seems to be a man’s favorite.”

From the audience came a sigh of relief.

Not only is the face beautiful, but the body is also very beautiful, slender like a Westerner.

“Bite this in your mouth.”

Getting Misako down on her back, she used her mouth to pick up a basket containing various implements of abuse.

“Say hello to every guest.”

First come to the guest on the far right.

“Welcome, I’m today’s slave, please be kind.”

The masked spectator said.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a lovely slave, so how about we don’t overdo it tonight?”

“Yes.”

The queen delivered the basket Misako had bitten into to her guest.

The man took the clothespins from inside the basket.

“Lift your body!”

When Misako lifted her upper body, the man clamped the clothespins on Misako’s beautiful nipples.

“Ah!”

Misako Boo frowned and twisted her body, forcing herself not to take it down with her hands.

“You’re forgetting something, aren’t you?”

“……”

The man looked down at Misako as she twisted the clothespins clamped to her nipples.

“Well …. Spare me.”

Saying the pleading words, the queen whipped Misako’s back with a leather whip from behind.

“You’re so stupid, you haven’t thanked your guest yet.”

“Yes …. Thanks.”

Misako thanked her with tears in her eyes.

None of them showed sympathy, they were only pleased with the beautiful woman lying naked on the ground with a pained expression on her face.

Come to a man and woman.

“There’s no more room.”

The middle-aged, balding man made a bitter smile with his hand holding the clothespins, which covered him from breast to waist.

“And let me.”

The young woman beside her said as she reached for the clothespins.

“You keep your head up.”

Grabbing Misako’s hair he clamped it to his upper lip.

“Ah!”

Misako couldn’t help but frown, at this point in time it seemed like the same sex would be more cruel than the males because Misako was beautiful and it seemed like it would add to the abusive mentality.

“One isn’t enough, is it.”

Clipped another one on his lower lip.

“Why don’t you say thank you.”

Grab Misako’s hair with all your might.

“Thanks to …. Thanks to ….”

I can’t tell because of the clothespins.

“What did you say? Speak clearly.”

Misako repeated it as she received a slap on the face.

“I told you to be clear.”

This time it’s a back and forth slap in the face that is deliberately being demanded with the knowledge that it’s not clear.

Usually it’s abuse from men, but now discovering the thrill of abuse from tormenting a woman more beautiful than herself.

“Okay! I’m going to make it easier for you to talk. Stick out your tongue.”

Misako’s clothespin caught on the tip of her tongue as she slowly stuck it out.

“Vomit!”

I couldn’t retract my tongue if I wanted to.

“Come on, thank me!”

You can’t move your tongue, so of course you can’t speak.

“This slave despises me.”

The woman began to whip Misako’s back with a leather whip.

Misako was once again pulled up and hung by her hands from the chains hanging down from the ceiling.

There are clothespins clipped all over your body except for your boxers.

“Your face is prettier, and this matches you better.”

The Queen took hold of the clothespin clamped to her nose and twisted it hard.

“How does it feel?”

“……”

“You talk?”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ……”

Misako tried to say spare me with tears in her eyes, but her tongue was caught and there was no way to say it.

“Dumbass, who can listen to Woah A. Woah yah!”

An unrelenting slap in the face.

No one felt sympathy for the torture of this beautiful woman, but instead wished for the complete humiliation of this beautiful and dignified woman.

“Want to take down the clothespins?”

“Whoa, A. Whoa, yikes!”

Misako nodded desperately.

“Okay, take it down for you. But just make a little noise and get ten lashes each.”

Start by taking the clothespins from your face.

Because she couldn’t retract her tongue, saliva flowed from the corner of Misako’s mouth.

One by one, they took down the clothespins from their ample breasts.

“Oh ……”

Misako couldn’t help but grunt and tilt her head, the sunbed clamps that clipped onto her skin would be several times more painful to remove than to clip on after a while.

“You’ve called it twice.”

The Queen’s eyes showed a cold light as she began to reach for the clothespin on the other breast.

Misako clenched her teeth and tried desperately to hold back, but when she removed the clothespins from her nipples, her beautiful naked body twisted with a grunt.

“Well ….”

“Three hundred lashes.”

The Queen said happily removing the other clothespins.

In the end Misako needed to receive sixty lashes.

“Now to check the sensitivity of this slave, those who wish it please come up.”

There was silence in the audience, but only for a moment. When one person stood up, it was followed by several others. Seeing this, the remaining dozen or so scrambled to their feet.

“There’s no way for everyone to come together, only five people can come up at a time.”

The Queen was quick to stop it.

The five people who were chosen surrounded Misako, and someone’s strands were already bulging. Although rushing onto the stage and seeing Misako’s beautiful body, it seemed as if they were afraid to make a move.

“You all don’t have to be polite. Please do it.”

It was only then that a thin man in his thirties wearing glasses approached Misako as if he had been sucked over.

“Ah!”

With a yell, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Misako’s plump thighs, rubbing his face against them.

The other four were also encouraged, one holding the plump ass and the other thrusting his tongue into Misako’s mouth.

The other two kissed Misako’s breasts from left and right.

Five men’s hands and tongues, writhing on Misako’s body.

Misako’s hands dangled above her, and she could only wriggle her body desperately. These five men were perverts, it was obvious from their filthy eyes. Despite the disgust in her heart, the fingers and tongue writhing all over her body generated pleasure.

“Don’t! Don’t! Ah ….”

Despite clenching his teeth, the pleasure that kept pouring out of his body was too much to restrain.

“You’re still pretending to be serious, but using this thing will make you show your true colors.”

The Queen flipped the remote control switch in her hand.

“Ah …. Ah ….”

Misako’s body immediately leaned back.

The huge dildo in her panties began to vibrate. Having already been brought to the highest point of sensuality by five men, it was only natural that the most sensitive part was stimulated and could not resist, and subconsciously began to wiggle her ass.

“Starting to want a man now, are we?”

Hearing the queen’s sarcastic voice, Misako still desperately shook her head.

“Look at you wiggling your ass, so stop pretending.”

Misako stops wiggling her ass when she hears it, but it doesn’t last more than a few seconds as the remote control switches to the ‘strong’ position.

“Ooh …. Ah ….”

Misako wiggled her ass again as the five men caressed her.

However, the Queen doesn’t let Misako reach the height of her sensuality easily, and cuts off the switch as soon as Misako is close to reaching it.

“Guest, shift change.”

The five men walked off the stage with a fondness.

“Wait!”

Misako couldn’t help but scream, and unable to get satisfaction, Misako twisted her sexy and beautiful flesh recklessly.

Immediately five other men sprang up.

No one was hesitating, some used their hands, some used their tongues to greedily stroke over Misako’s body.

Misako couldn’t keep herself from leaking nectar from her pussy lips.

But all this time the Queen had the remote control switch on the ‘weak’ position and never wanted to strengthen it. It was happy hell for Misako.

“Please, don’t torture me anymore, let me let it out!”

Misako finally yelled like this.

“You’re very elegant, but aren’t you ashamed to say that kind of thing in front of so many people?”

“But I just can’t stand it anymore.”

“Then it’s time to ask like a slave. You have to accept that I am the most fucked up kinky slave and my pussy is already dripping wet, so please let me let it out.”

“……”

Misako shook her head gently and pleaded with her eyes to the Queen.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to talk about it.”

The Queen turned the switch off.

“Guest, it’s time for shift change.”

Misako’s mind and body had reached the boundary. The five new guys that came up started stroking and from Misako’s mouth came pleading sounds.

“The Queen …. I want …. Fuck.”

The Queen said as she smacked her in the face.

“You’re wrong, I crossed you earlier.”

“Yes …. I love to fuck, my pussy is soaking wet, please let me fuck ….”

“Do you really think so?”

“It’s …. really wanting to fuck.”

Misako yelled while wiggling her plump ass.

“Well, let’s get you to heaven.”

Only then did he flip the switch on the dildo, and Misako’s beautiful flesh swayed with the vibrations of the dildo.

The intermittent calls gradually raised.

“Ah! ……”

Finally a loud roar ran up to the highest peak of sensuality, though so the men’s fingers hadn’t stopped, and at this point Misako let her body, sensitively reacting to the men’s movements, ooze out tons of nectar in an endless quest for an orgasm.

The next morning, Sasano drove Misako to her home neighborhood.

“Misako, want to think about being my wife again?”

“I already have a husband.”

“Forget about separating from a guy like that, everyone thought we were the ideal couple since we were students.”

Sano said while caressing Misako’s thighs.

Misako let him caress her.

“Why bother getting married, you’ve already played me at will.”

“No, I still want to marry you because I love you.”

Lifting Misako’s face for a kiss.

“Better break up with him.”

“……”

“How many times have you cheated on your husband, and yesterday you went crazy and leaked in front of everyone, and broke up for that guy’s own good.”

“Come on, let me go back.”

Sasano glanced toward Misako.

“Think about it carefully.”

When Misako returned to the front door of her house and tried to open it, the door opened immediately.

“You’re back.”

Showing Keita’s smiling face.

“I’m sorry, yesterday I ……”

“No relation, having a good time?”

“Yes ……”

Sudden vomiting sensation when trying to take off high heels.

“Are you, uh, okay?”

Misako covered her mouth and ran into the restroom.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Misako forced a smile at Keita who followed her in.

“Probably drunk.”

“Get some rest.”

Keita put his arm around her and walked into the bedroom to lie on the bed.

“Let’s not go to the gallery today.”

“No, it’ll be fine in a minute.”

“Don’t push too hard.”

Keita sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly stroked Misako’s face.

Misako took his hand and put it over her mouth, still unable to lose this man, she thought.

“I should get to school, are you okay on your own?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s going to be a rest day, I’ll be back in the morning.”

Misako called out as Keita was about to walk out:

“Honey.”

She was eager to get it all out.

“What is it?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Keita stares at Misako for a while and then walks out.

“Honey, I’m sorry.”

Misako couldn’t help but shed tears.

“Mr. Sasano, I accept what we talked about a few days ago.”

When Sasano called the gallery, Misako said this.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to be your wife.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’ve made up my mind.”

“Great, are you free tonight?”

“I’m delivering paintings to Izu now, want to come along?”

“It’s nice to go for a ride.”

“I’ll wait.”

Sano and Misako went to Izu together.

The sun had reached the west.

When getting on the highway road, Sasano asked to take off his boxers.

It was Misako who was driving, and she didn’t resist.

Take off your boxers and pantyhose, and take off your skirt as well.

Passing through the tollbooth, nonchalantly looking at her bare thighs.

“Seems especially submissive tonight.”

“Since I said I would be your wife, I have made up my mind.”

Sasano said while caressing Misako’s breasts from her clothes.

“It’s rare that you’ve made up your mind that there’s nothing good about being with that kid. By the way, the owner’s wife of the club you went to last time wants to invite you to go there again and is willing to pay a high price, this is a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Do as you say.”

Sasano nodded contentedly and lit a cigarette, and after leaving the highway, Sasano said:

“Get hungry, find a restaurant.”

Drive toward the restaurant as Sano said.

“You go get the burgers.”

“Let me put on my dress.”

Misako looked at Sasano, who had a smile on his face, but his expression was serious.

“This is impossible.”

The lower half of his body is wearing nothing.

“Didn’t you promise to obey my orders absolutely?”

“But ……”

When you see the cars in the parking lot, you know there are a lot of people in there.

“Okay.”

With a nod of his head Sasano pulled out a rope.

“Lift your ass.”

When Misako lifted her ass in confusion, Sasano made a thong with skillful technique.

“It’s not going to be illegal for the police to see this.”

“This ….”

“You’re not satisfied, not even with this.”

“……”

Misako was kicked out of the driver’s seat.

Although she had resigned herself to her fate, the intense shame of walking outside dressed like this made her almost pass out.

But not without moving forward.

Halfway through, they meet two men, one of whom just looks at Misako’s beautiful face, but lets out a scream when he sees Misako’s lower body.

The other man also saw it and stared at Misako’s lower body with an expression of disbelief.

There were seven or eight people eating at the burger joint.

Misako’s heartbeat was even more intense and she would almost die of a heart explosion.

But Misako made up her mind that everything was none of her business now, and pushed the door and walked in.

“Welcome.”

The waiter at the counter said to Misako, but his expression immediately changed as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Misako walked straight to the counter.

“I’ll have five burgers and two juices.”

“Yes.”

The waiter’s eyes were fixed on Misako’s body, and that’s when the guests certainly noticed Misako’s unusual appearance.

The burger joint became silent, all looking at Misako with curious eyes.

Misako felt like waiting for the burger for a very long time. The shame that almost made her want to die instead put Misako in the mood to go out of her way when she reached her limit, and even intentionally tried to let those people see more of her bottom.

It’s amazing the pleasure that comes from having that mood.

Misako falls completely into upside down feelings.

After taking the burger and paying for it, Misako deliberately wiggled her ass and walked out.

By the time we got back to the car, the rope between the strands was now wet with lust.

“Please, you drive.”

Sasano said with a smug smile.

“The boss’s wife says you have the qualities of a slave, and it seems to be true.”

Start the car when you’re done.

“There’s a motel further on.”

“I know a better place.”

Sano parked in front of the A.D. surrounded by trees, and unlike the parks in the city, there were no people to be seen at night.

“What are you going to do in the field?”

“You don’t want to?”

“No, it was fun. But you’re more horny than I thought, with that boy’s baby in your belly.”

“Wouldn’t it be more reassuring to be pregnant?”

The two men got out of the car and walked into the park.

“Go into the woods over there.”

Misako walks in front, and Sasano who follows behind sees the snow white ass swaying from side to side, it’s a very sexy view.

It was quite dark all around.

Suddenly he couldn’t see Misako, but Sasano wasn’t alarmed; he could find her once his eyes got used to the darkness.

“Hey, Misako, wait for me.”

Speak to the darkness ahead.

Just as he passed a large tree, something suddenly came out from the left and hit him on the head.

“Whoa!”

Sasano fell to the ground on the spot and saw Misako’s silhouette in a haze.

“Misako ……”

When he tried to scream, the thing struck down again.

“Well!”

Immediately reverse the body.

Very large stones fell to the ground within earshot.

There was no longer the strength to stand up, only the knowledge from the atmosphere that he was being hit with a stone. Ducking on the ground by his sixth sense, it didn’t last long before another strong blow to the back of his head.

Misako came up for air and looked down at Sasano, who had collapsed there unable to move.

(I can’t let this man ruin my life.)

Muttering, he ran a hand gently over his stomach.

Turning around and getting ready to leave, he suddenly tripped over Sasano’s foot.

“Ah!”

Nervously, he looked back, and it turned out that Sasano was slowly getting up, blood trickling from his head.

“Ah ……”

I wanted to escape, but I didn’t have the strength to do so.

“No, don’t you come over here!”

Barely a word.

“Misako!”

Three words erupted from the roots of his clenched teeth as Sasano swung around and lunged with open hands.

“Whoa!”

Misako closed her eyes, but after a few seconds nothing happened. When she opened her eyes she saw a man knocking down Sasano with a wooden stick.

Sasano can’t move.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah! It’s you ….”

With Keita’s support, Misako barely managed to stand up.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m following you.”

“What?”

“That one doesn’t matter, let’s move this body first.”

“What’s to be done?”

“Make it a fake car accident, come help.”

Together with Keita, they carried Sasano’s body to the car.

“You take a cab back.”

“Why?”

“This incident has nothing to do with you, I killed him.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I mean the what-if scenario. Now let’s be even, you tried to kill me before, I was writing a letter to a friend to open that letter if I died marvelously, but now that you’ve seen me kill someone on the spot, we’re on equal footing.”

“Why is that?”

“I do love you, and I want you to really love me in the future.”

“I do love you. Not when we were married, but we really love you now.”

“Maybe. But I’m going to remove the guilt you feel in your heart about me.”

“Do you know anything about me and him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You didn’t say it.”

“I want to know what you really want, to choose him or me.”

“Actually, my heart never wavered, I just didn’t know what to do.”

“I also feel uneasy about why you didn’t make it clear to me and thought you would choose him.”

“You’re so stupid.”

Misako gently smacked Keita’s hand that was holding the steering wheel and couldn’t hold back her tears.

“So, everything you know?”

“What everything?”

“Here are our children.”

Misako took Keita’s hand and touched her stomach.

“Is it true?”

“It’s true.”

A smile appeared on Misako’s face, but Keita showed a complicated expression at that moment.

“So I see.”

Pull over almost to the station.

“You should be able to get a cab here.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No, it’s my job, you have to protect the child.”

Misako had to nod.

“You have to be careful.”

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

Misako stepped out of the car as it slowly took off.

Misako had been watching the car, but suddenly, as if surrounded by fog, she lost the outline of the car and disappeared from Misako’s sight.