Scanning correction: CSH
Individuals, I’m posting again. I’m sorry that this novel isn’t the complete story either. I can’t help it, the publisher of Japanese translated novels in China has never been very responsible. Even the author of this novel is a random Japanese writer, so I have to label it as original unknown. The sequel to this novel should be called “The Secret Art of Pleasing” If the information on the back of the book is correct, I hope that people who have this book can provide it.
Thank you!
By the way, I don’t think any lurkers have done this fic yet, right? If that netizen has done it or is doing it, please let me know.
Chapter 1: Requiem for Abuse
（１）
The funeral of the Toho Group’s Chairman, Kihiko Jonouchi, was held in a grand ceremony at Sengoku, Setagaya-ku. The cause of death was a drowning accident caused by a sailboat at the age of 44….
After unbuckling the straps of her funeral dress, Kazumi put her hand on her chest. She had been so busy from the overnight until the funeral was over that she hadn’t slept for about two days. Although she was only twenty-six years old, as soon as the tension was relieved, the feeling of fatigue immediately followed.
It wasn’t just the hundreds of people from the funeral parlor and the visitors who came to pay their respects that we had to deal with. There were also magazines and camera crews swarming around.
Despite that, I didn’t feel like going to sleep at all. My body felt hot all over, and I could tell from the tightness of my breasts under the sash that it was due to my desire.
While touching the white, sagging breasts with her fingers.
“Ah…”
There was something about that acuity that was just a little bit over the top. If you ran your hand from the base of her twin peaks, all the way along the ridge to the top, it would be even more unspeakably beautiful.
Trembling on one side, Kazumi bent up the toes of her feet that were wearing white socks. It was probably because this sweet shock made it unforgettable for a long time!
Two years of married life with Kihiko had not been quite so happy. The last year in particular had been spent sleeping in separate rooms. Although she felt resentment in her heart, she didn’t want to let him embrace her perfunctorily. And this love wanted to spurt out in a rush with the end of her husband’s funeral.
Opening the hem of the mourning dress revealed a pair of even-lined feet. Though so slender below the knee, the thighs, above the knee, possessed the voluptuousness of a married woman.
And at the bottom of those thighs, there were white panties wrapped around that bulging yet seductive part.
If you flick it with your fingers, the ripples of pleasure will spread to all parts of your body. If you push the bulge upward with your fingers, it will be even more enjoyable.
Even now, it seemed to be overflowing. If that were to happen, it would be difficult to undo, and up until now, whenever she had encountered a carnal desire, she had always used her own reasoning to exclude it.
As she put her hand back on the sash, she suddenly heard a noise downstairs. Kazumi thought it was probably an illusion! Because the maid and the driver, too, had gone back to their respective houses.
Although Kazumi had heard of thieves who specialized in targeting funeral incense ceremonies, a house like theirs didn’t seem to be that easy to invade.
Because of that, it was especially noticeable to Kazumi. She straightened her mourning clothes and went out of the dormitory. A light was leaking out from the Japanese room downstairs that served as an altar.
“Who’s there?”
After Kazumi screamed, she opened the paper door that was only open a few centimeters. At the same time she was gagged with a cloth from behind. She screamed and struggled at the same time, and when she inhaled the drug that seeped into the cloth, she lost consciousness.
（２）
Feeling a slight pain in her wrist, Kazumi regained consciousness. As soon as she opened her eyes, she realized that there was darkness all around her. She twisted her body and frowned. Her hands were tied to her head with ropes.
However, both feet could stand on the ground, the pain in the wrists could be slightly reduced by the support of the legs, and the mouth was gagged with a towel.
Kazumi couldn’t figure out why this had happened. She only remembered that she had been drugged by someone and had lost consciousness.
(Could you have been kidnapped…)
While thinking about this, a light suddenly appeared before her eyes. Exposed to the light used for taking pictures, Kazumi looked a bit dazzled.
Nonetheless, she probed forward as best she could avoiding the glare.
A funeral altar has been discovered up ahead. Therefore, it can be concluded that he was not kidnapped. In the center of the two bright lights on the left and right, a video camera was set up.
A man came up behind the VCR. Kazumi’s eyes widened as she saw that the man was wearing a hood that only showed part of his eye opening. The rest of him was wearing only a pair of blue boxers.
The body was about one hundred and eighty centimeters, not a bit of flab, with brown and toned muscles.
And the front of those boxers was already bulging. Kazumi quickly and woefully fled her gaze away.
The man leaned forward as if he wanted to show there, and under the mask the man’s eyes were so cold and gazed at Kazumi with a beastly lust.
The beauty possessed by that beautiful announcer who in the past would have been known as Toho TV remained unchanged by the years. The mourning look of the young woman who was already moving, drifted away from the beauty of the chu-chu-chu-chu.
Moreover, Kazumi, who was a wife, in addition to the clean beauty of the so-called intellectual beauty representative of the announcer era, had added the mature beauty of being the president’s wife.
Kazumi cowered in fear. At that moment he suddenly felt the man’s eyes, so familiar.
Without a word, the man walked behind Kazumi and pushed his hands forward to the chest in front of him, groping it without fear.
“oo… oo…”
Kazumi’s mouth moaned from under the towel. The rope hanging down from the beams of the roof tied her arms, and she curled up as she tried to pull on the rope in a deadly attempt to draw it in while curled up.
The man’s hands, not caring about her reaction, still slipped their hands into those delicate, yet firm breasts to rub them.
Because she felt so unpleasant, Kazumi’s whole body felt trembling. There wasn’t the slightest bit of that sweet feeling that she had once had in the dormitory. There was only disgust and terror.
As soon as the man’s hands moved away from her breasts, they moved to her waist, and then to those tiny hips, leaving the layer of mourning clothes and groping without a care in the world.
Kazumi wriggled around, scoping out the man’s intentions in the process. He wasn’t supposed to be a thief, and it was obvious that what he wanted wasn’t money, but her body. But then again, it wasn’t the purely erotic type.
He even had enough lights and video equipment. And he chose the night of her husband’s funeral to commit the murder. It seems to have a special purpose.
The man’s hands grabbed the hem of the mourning dress, and the white bra, and lifted them all the way up by the feet.
“Uh…”
Kazumi desperately pressed her hands together to try and prevent it, but there seemed to be no defense against it, and that mere piece of rope was enough to strip her of all resistance.
She stripped down to her thighs, which were slim, stretched and full, and would have been perfect for the tight mini pants she was wearing.
When he had rolled all the way to his waist, he was finally stopped by the straps of his kimono.
Kazumi turned her back and, unconsciously, bent her legs into an arch, trying to escape the camera of the video camera.
The lower half of the body has those white pants in addition to those white boxers. Normally when wearing a kimono, one doesn’t wear boxers. And it was not worn during the through-the-night, but today, since it was a long day, it was worn.
Of course it was a simple, unadorned pair of panties. But it was a bold cut, with a thin string attached to the waistband and a thin cloth wrapped around the back, between the buttocks, to hold out the two rounded mounds.
It was a kind of provocative panties that were not often worn when wearing Western-style clothes. However, when wearing a kimono, the shape of the panties is not exposed due to the texture of the cloth, so there is no chance of losing one’s senses.
Even so, it was always embarrassing for Kazumi to wear something like that inside while performing a funeral in front of her husband’s altar.
The man grabbed what appeared to be two hemispheres that were trying to break out of their boxers.
“Oooh…”
That frightened and shrunken Kazumi, that lip on her snow-white neck, suddenly shivered.
Those lips tightened. And the man reached his hands to his breasts again, using all his strength to remove the mourning clothes, and at that moment those two full breasts, too, popped out.
（３）
The two breasts that came out of the mourning clothes were a bit out of tune with her sensualist looks. It was as if there were two wall clocks hanging from her slim figure.
It was as perfectly hemispherical as the hips, and the nipple in the center was slightly upturned as if it were hanging by a thread, and needless to say it was a light pink color.
And the man, with his five fingers, copied those two fleshy globes from bottom to top and rubbed them to his heart’s content.
“Oh…”
Kazumi shivered straight inside. Exposing her skin in front of a man and even having her breasts rubbed hadn’t happened in over a year. But that kind of rubbing was not a caress, rather it was a mess. It was a caress that the young were hungry for like wild animals.
It was a man with a long body and large hands, and those two breasts, too, were full from his fondling.
The man’s lips sucked from the neck down to the base of the ear, one hand continuing to ravage the breasts while the other touched the bottom of the belly.
“Oh…”
As if her whole body had been attacked by a chill, Kazumi desperately tried to curl her thighs. The thick fingers that slid down to her lower belly, stroking the top through her white boxers, were beginning to explore the deeper, softer base.
Grabbing the tip with the palm of her hand and using those four remaining fingers, she began to rub the part that was located in the depths as Kazumi tightly clamped her feet together.
As the wife of the president of the Toho TV station in King’s Landing, or in her announcer days, as well as in her student days when she was known as the Empress’s Daughter of Talent and Virtue, she had never been treated like this by a man.
At least in the present world, there wasn’t a situation where someone was allowed to make such a move on her, or at least it hadn’t been thought that it would actually happen.
But now there was actually a man, a complete stranger, doing whatever mischief he pleased with her body, fondling the admittedly beautiful breasts, abusing her ass, and fondling the bulge in her boxers.
It was a nightmare. The man then moved his hands and lips away from the complex that he had fantasized about while masturbating in his bedroom. From behind, he touched the edge of the panties with his fingers.
“Wo…”
Closing her eyes, Kazumi instinctively looked away. The trunks were pulled down from her ass.
(I’m about to be violated…)
In desperation her anger exploded.
That was simply the way of a bad man. If he had violated her, he could have taken off her mourning clothes and hugged her all he wanted while she was unconscious. But he didn’t do that, mainly because he wanted to use the video camera to capture her features as she suffered from shame and humiliation.
If I resisted and struggled, I would fall into that man’s trap. Even though I thought that, when the man’s hands invaded the skin underneath the mourning clothes, I couldn’t just let him do whatever he wanted, and I couldn’t just sit back and wait for him to do something if he was violated.
At the time of the broadcasters, Kazumi’s popularity as an audio-visual broadcaster was not only due to the support of men, but also to the support of many female viewers. She was also recognized by many women as an example of a “working woman”.
Kazumi also believes that in the social environment of Japan today, women should work outside the home. It is not true that men are better suited to social life and women are not.
Suitability for social life is not a distinction between men and women, but a distinction based on individual capacity.
In fact there are some men around her life who are better suited for housework.
And Kazumi also believes that in modern society, at the very least, there must be a point where women and men have equal rights.
But it is quite intolerable that this basic right should be destroyed by despicable violence.
Kazumi despised the man who took off his boxers with extreme anger and hatred.
The man wordlessly regained his grip on the ropes binding Kazumi’s arms to the side again.
“Oh…”
Kazumi’s eyes opened from the shock. Both hands were deprived of their freedom, but her lower limbs were still free to move, so it wasn’t so easy for her opponent to get her hands on her.
But those even-keeled thighs were still undefeated in the end as the man worked them apart.
Although already incited by lust like a wild beast, the man still seemed quite calm. After securing the ropes on her left and right feet to the pillar, the man took out a transparent bottle from the corner of the room and stood in front of Kazumi.
Since she couldn’t resist anymore, she opened her legs under the mourning clothes in an unseemly manner. Kazumi looked at the man with fearful eyes.
The man stood in front of Kazumi and removed his underwear. A huge prick was immediately exposed.
In that moment Kazumi was fascinated by the thing that jumped out. It was brown and made a beautiful shape towards the ceiling, and the tip was so big.
Kazumi looked away in panic; it was the first time she had seen evidence of so-called lust.
（４）
That’s not just big. There were a few protrusions on that surface. I had heard of some yakuza males who had put pearls and other things on that area, but this was the first time I had ever seen this thing.
The man poured olive oil from the bottle in his hand and coated his rod with it in front of Kazumi as if to boast. That thing of his did deserve some accolades.
The man also seemed to be trying to get closer to Kazumi by applying olive oil to her lower abdomen.
“H…”
The humiliation and uneasiness made Kazumi pull the rope tied to her hands desperately. The man smeared olive oil all over Kazumi’s hairy, vital and glowing lips.
That thick finger went right down into the narrowness of those seemingly boneless flower lips, flipping it open and continuing deeper and deeper, the sticky liquid covering it. All but the most sensitive little pearl, of course, had been mindfully coated with olive oil inside her.
Kazumi closed her eyes but still frowned deeply and was biting down dead on the towel she had in her mouth.
Probably about to be violated. She had realized that there was no escape from the erotic man who was going to open and pass through her body.
There was only the realization, but her heart was very much in the right place as her bottom was being picked at by the man’s fingers at his whim.
It had been a year since I had been hugged by a man. Not even by her own husband. And that flesh was actually going to be insulted with a finger, by a man of unknown origin, the night after her husband’s funeral had been held.
The man came up behind her and smeared olive oil between her sinewy even-keeled assholes, too.
After the funeral dress was pulled up over an ass that was one hundred percent exposed for all to see, the man reached out his magic hand.
“Oooh…”
Although she knew it was useless to resist, Kazumi still rolled up her waist and tried to make a last stand. However, after the man’s wrist strength restrained Kazumi’s slim body, he tried to push his rod into Kazumi’s asshole from behind Kazumi by the strength of her spread thighs.
“No!”
In the mouth gagged by the towel, though letting out a grunt of resistance, Kazumi’s hand tugged at the rope on her hand and trembled her legs.
And in that instant, the man’s front end thrust into the undead Kazumi.
“Wo…”
Kazumi’s glowing green face spasmed in a flash, and that ass, which looked like a white peach, looked as if it was going to be split in half.
It carries a bit of an impact, but it doesn’t actually hurt at all. That’s because of the lubrication from the oil.
And although the man looked rough, he hadn’t been rough so far, or at least that could be seen from the way he thrust.
The front end that was inserted into his body was then advanced from directly below at a slow speed. He probably thought that if he didn’t do that, Kazumi’s body might not be able to cooperate! But no matter how carefully he entered, the shock and overwhelming sensation he brought gradually grew bigger.
Kazumi seemed to be suffocating. Until now, she had only been fucked by her husband and her two boyfriends from her student days. Now this man’s rod, when compared to the three of them, was like comparing an adult’s to a child’s. And she hadn’t had any experience with children yet.
As a result, Kazumi’s body opened wide in response to that unknown bigness. It wasn’t just big there, that hardness like steel, that burning heat like a branding iron was a first for Kazumi.
A soft gasp escaped from Kazumi’s tiny nose. Her limbs had run out of strength and had given up their instinctive ability to resist.
That’s due to the effect of the intimidating feeling from that weapon, that angry rod, right? And if you don’t get it right, you might even break yourself!
And the volume of the meat stick that had already been loaded into Kazumi could be said to be twice as large as any other volume that had been experienced so far. And that meat stick was only halfway delivered.
And it wasn’t really all just based on Kazumi’s own senses. She also saw it in the mirror to the left of her body. On the piece of mirror behind that open door, it reflected the mourning clothes being pulled up above her ass, and a tall man behind her, holding her ass.
But what was even more horrifying was that even though Kazumi already had this presence in her body, the man’s waist was actually still a dozen centimeters away from Kazumi, and Kazumi’s ass and the man’s waist were skewered by a brown meat stick.
It wasn’t just that the man’s rod was too long and too big, it also meant that Kazumi’s body still had to suffer a lot.
But she could no longer bear it mentally, not to mention physically. The man seemed to understand Kazumi’s feelings, so he stopped advancing and began to pull out.
Kazumi dropped her heart while sighing in relief.
“Wo…”
And in that instant from the depths of Kazumi’s throat, a sad whimper was released. And the withdrawn rod was immediately bet into and then withdrawn again, starting a regular pumping.
If he was raped, of course, the other party would definitely do that, but because the impact of that meat stick was so great, it was impossible to imagine what it would be like if that meat stick was going in and out of his body.
With the help of olive oil, it is possible to go in and out at a certain pace, independently of the will of Harmony.
Kazumi had no strength in her limbs, so she completely put her strength in her ass and kept enduring it. Since she’s already been raped, all she can do now is to satisfy this man’s desires earlier, right?
(Just a little more patience…)
The feeling of humiliation and shock of being raped, just put it down the drain and try to think on the bright side of the good! Kazumi encouraged herself so.
It’ll probably only take a few more minutes, five at the most! No matter how hard it is, it will end sometime!
The man moved in and out in a certain rhythm, Kazumi’s arms and legs were long, and she had a luxuriously thin waist. And that snow-white skin, with the black mourning clothes like that, had a sinful, sultry feel to it.
And there’s meat where there should be meat. Unapologetically the meat is there, and it looks so young and vibrant again, and the fit of the whole is so symmetrical.
And that one of those curves from the breasts all the way down to the ass is enough to make a man lose his mind.
It’s probably true that the three men in the past always seemed to ejaculate rather prematurely whenever they came from behind. If it was five minutes normally, it was usually only half of that time when they came from behind. But I never felt particularly dissatisfied, and I always thought that was the way it was with men.
But there are always exceptions, like this man who currently has his meat stick in his body.
It’s been well over five minutes, and probably ten minutes have passed!
But the man was doing repeated in-and-outs with mechanical precision. Without slowing down or rushing, as if he had a lot of time, he had been going in and out of her fragrant asshole for ten minutes!
(ah… ah…)
It made Kazumi grunt due to the different sensations in her asshole.
The rod that had been engaged in regular in and out movements inside her, then started to go deeper again. But not in a monkey way, but in a small and precise way.
Ah! It probably won’t go in! But what even Kazumi found strange was that her body gradually spread out to meet that meat stick.
The first ten minutes of regular in-and-out movement should be a warm-up for the activities that follow!
Being hit even deeper by that meat stick, Kazumi’s body was so happy that it seemed to be flying.
The rod that had been inside her for a good ten minutes was once again working tirelessly to make Kazumi feel his unique touch.
“Oh… oh… uh…”
With that small movement, the rod went deeper and deeper into the body, and Kazumi’s screams under the towel became more and more intense. If the man had pierced it in one breath, I’m afraid Kazumi would have screamed even more vigorously and even fainted!
Gradually the meat stick also reached the joint, Kazumi’s asshole and the man’s waist, had joined together, densely.
And for the first time, Kazumi enjoyed the kind of sensation that her womb would scream. More than the first three men, this man was able to satisfy Kazumi.
Even if that wasn’t the case, this man would have been the first of many men who could make Kazumi nestle and unfold her body to meet him!
It’s hard to admit it, but the only thing that can go straight to the uterus is this violent hanyou, right? Aside from making Kazumi inhale a little bit of ecstasy at the beginning, no violence was used at all.
If one were to seriously say that there must be violence, it would probably mean the rod that was running in and out of her!
The rod then began to move in and out again, this time not in a gradual manner, but in a completely fast speed manner.
Kazumi couldn’t believe that a rod that big was able to go in and out of her.
Sometimes Kazumi wondered if something else was entering her, and looked over to the mirror. But what was indeed moving around between her own ass, and the man’s waistline, while that rhythm was going on, was a meat stick that couldn’t be faked.
The brown rod was reminiscent of what looked like a black man’s wrist, but even more surprising was the asshole that was able to fit that rod and let him pull it in and out. Sometimes it makes you think that these assholes and rods are a match made in heaven.
The activity that was estimated to be only about five minutes when it first started to take place had actually lasted for almost thirty minutes, and the size of that rod, as well as the length of time it took to pull it in and out, was a first for Kazumi.
And after thirty minutes, the rhythm of that man’s movement, actually didn’t change at all. If there was a change, it was probably that the man’s power to push from the bottom to the top had increased.
When the rod hit the womb, the man’s lower abdomen just pushed against Kazumi’s ass, and at that moment the two bodies played a thunderous sound.
That’s true, but it’s still not to the point where you can’t control yourself at all. It was just that the old reserve disappeared and the party started to act righteously.
Kazumi grew panicked, no matter how much she was penetrated by that meat stick, all she had in her mind now was shame. Tanya’s body hadn’t been touched by a man in over a year.
But being ravaged in such a crazy-like manner made her body feel it especially deeply, to the point where she could hardly forget it anymore, and there was a kind of uneasiness that began to appear in Kazumi’s head.
The man released his hand from around his waist and took out the olive oil that was held in his kimono sash, and then applied the oil one by one to his breasts, and of course the rhythm, which was still going on, was still going on.
“Uh… oh…”
Kazumi arched her upper body, and in a condition she hadn’t noticed, those breasts had become very firm.
Her breasts were already more than double the strength of a normal person, and now that they had been stimulated to become large and firm, it was even more unbelievable. And the nipples were still slightly lifted up, because she hadn’t given birth to a child until now!
But the way it looked now was indeed not normal. It used to happen when I was groped by others in the dorm room on the second floor, but not as much as this time.
That’s probably because I was raped by that man and my body was penetrated, and I had a delusion of humiliation and disgust, and that caused the phenomenon! And that feeling of disgust is getting stronger and stronger.
Those two breasts, however, completely betrayed Kazumi’s intentions. As the man grabbed the left and right breasts and played with them from top to bottom, her pussy held the man’s rod tighter and tighter.
And the tight grip on those open breasts made Kazumi feel her body being pressed inward more and more, and that meaty rod getting bigger and bigger.
At that same time suddenly felt something hot, expanding inside her, from point to point, but the man remained as if nothing had happened, making movements of pulling out and thrusting in.
（５）
“Ma’am, breakfast is ready.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
On the internal phone call to Yoko, the housewife, Kazumi answered like this. While undoing the straps of her pajamas, she stood in front of the closet.
She opened the door and chose a white dress from the dozens of sets of clothes, took off her nightgown, and covered her plump parts with white underwear and panties at the same time.
But now those like white boxers were not the super revealing type that was worn yesterday. The ass was covered by a third of it, and there was a band about two centimeters wide at the waist as well, and there were very pretty ribbon flowers decorating those sides that covered the pussy.
She slipped into a dress from her feet, and put on transparent pantyhose with a fresh green belt around her waist. After fixing her shoulder-length curls, she walked downstairs.
But then the sudden recollection of last night’s nightmare, the spot where she was raped from behind for an hour in her mourning clothes, appeared in front of her eyes, causing Kazumi to faint in fear.
When she woke up, she was in her bed in her dorm room on the second floor. And the clothes on her body were not at all disorganized.
(It can’t be a dream!)
Walking downstairs with a hazy awareness after inhaling the drug to make sure, he found that there were no more lights or video recorders in that and room at the altar downstairs.
Kazumi shook her head and realized that it wasn’t a dream. Although the memory was a bit ambiguous, her body was remembering it perfectly. From her thighs all the way to her lower abdomen, the feeling of being entered by a huge foreign object still hung. It was like a feeling of receiving the opposite sex for the first time.
It wasn’t just that, there was an unusual heat in the thighs and breasts.
Olive oil appeared in Kazumi’s mind. In fact a smell of olive oil wafted from her.
Kazumi returned to her dorm room and immediately stripped off her mourning clothes and went into the bathroom shower.
Washed all over with a fine French-made soap. No trauma at all, only the wrists left traces of ropes tied around them.
At this moment, I suddenly felt that my body was very tired. Although I was not subjected to violence, I may have injured my muscles and muscles unintentionally in the position of being hanged by both hands!
Even if the sinews were unharmed, the mental anguish, and the running from through the night to the funeral, was wearisome enough.
After Kazumiichi lay down, he fell asleep because he was too tired.
It was three o’clock in the middle of the night. And it was only seven in the morning when I woke up. Even if I had a good night’s sleep, the fact was that it was still insufficient, but strangely enough, Kazumi’s body was still very energetic.
The olive oil, between the breasts and thighs, had been completely eliminated by the time the shower had been taken and the bed taken.
But when I get up and look at it, I still feel itchy and hot. I guess it’s because I haven’t been touched for more than a year. But I don’t think it’s just because of that.
Is that just because of the olive oil? Really a bit skeptical.
It’s true that olive oil can be useful when raping a woman whose hands and feet are bound. But using olive oil on your breasts just doesn’t make sense. And the heat is worse than before bed.
That was probably due to being pumped by that huge rod, there for over an hour! The sensation wasn’t so much painful as it was uncomfortably hot.
And the boobs are much bigger than last night, making the bra a little too big to cover them.
But then Kazumi suddenly made the assertion that the oil was applied to the tits, presumably to make it easier to rub them!
The burning sensation in his body was actually due to his own desires, which had been awakened from sleep. Even a violent man was forced to make love for an hour.
For a twenty-six year old woman, who is at her healthiest physically and mentally, it would be unnatural to have sex with a man and not feel passionate about it!
Then of course you can’t call people mean or slutty. Because the faculties will have a burning sensation, a reaction to receiving rape. But in that raped intercourse, all there is is just a sense of disgust and shame.
So die not wanting to let someone rape you again.
Entered the cafeteria and sat at the long table that could seat ten people. Already quite used to eating alone by herself. Since she and her husband slept in separate rooms, they only ate together every morning, and Kazumi was the only one who ate dinner by herself.
It’s probably because my husband is so busy, even if he’s not he goes to Ginza every night. And in this last month, he hasn’t been home at all.
Although the funeral was held last night, the whereabouts had been unknown due to the yacht accident, and just a week ago the body was found on the coast not far from the accident. Of course it was badly rotted, but the gold watch was miraculously still there, so it was decided that it was her husband.
In spite of this, the mansion, after the funeral, appeared to have a few moments of idleness.
What was the point of marrying Jonouchi? Two years should be considered a new marriage… But less than a year after the wedding, there was a falling out between the couple, and according to Jonouchi, she was interfering with his work.
Lust On-Air (02)
Scanning correction: CSH
Chapter 1: Requiem for Abuse
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The Toho Group is a communications giant with more than 10,000 employees in hundreds of affiliated companies, including Toho TV, Toho Radio and Toho News.
It was created by Jonouchi’s father’s generation, and Jonouchi inherited the business as his only son. Although some people said that Toho was a TV company with a proprietary business and that it would be too strange to inherit the family business, Jonouchi’s father was not at all concerned.
In addition to being a director of Toho TV, Toho Radio and Toho News, Jounouchi is also the head of the highest decision-making body in the group.
Jounouchi has the greatest power in the group, and he utilizes that power to the fullest. A few years ago, he made an arbitrary personnel change involving more than 700 people and shocked the public.
As a result, an “anti-Shinouchi faction” has emerged within the group, which has been particularly intense in the last year.
In addition to holding the title of President of the Spreading Empire and the highest decision-making body, Jounouchi is also the head of a religious organization called the “Demon King’s Association”.
Of course religious activities belong to the freedom of the individual, and no one else has the right to inquire into them. But he has planted members of the Society of the Demon King in his empire of propagation, and in the organization of the highest resolution, and has given them all sorts of preferential treatment.
In fact, the chairman of the “Demon King Society” has been a member of the Jonouchi family for generations. Therefore, the members treated Jonouchi as if he were a god.
The Demon King’s Association even publishes a newspaper and publishes works of Jounouchi to be released to the members. They say they publish, but in fact they are making money. It is also advertised that the more you buy, the more fortunate you are.
The unfortunate ending of Kazumi and Jounouchi is due to the fact that although Kazumi finds their behavior strange, she still follows her husband with conviction. However, since her days as an announcer, she has had a stronger sense of justice than most people.
The anti-Shiunouchi faction, seeing the cracks in the relationship between the couple, of course, did not miss the opportunity to let Kazumi go. Of course, the anti-Jonouchi faction is not a member of the Ra.One Society, so they plan to raise Kazumi to become the head of the Anti-Ra.One Society.
But Kazumi didn’t agree right away. Although she agrees with the anti-Demon King Society, she doesn’t like to be used by the anti-Jonouchi faction, but in fact, her personality is hard to get through to.
As a result, she still promised the anti-Jonouchi faction to assist them in rebuilding the Toho Group. And at that moment Jonouchi dies. And the plan that had been put on hold for a month because of the man’s death was brought up again because of the funeral.
（７）
Yoko brought up the meal, then curtsied and left. She was a fair-skinned twenty-year-old housewife. She was quiet and steady, and she was a good cook, which endeared her to Kazumi.
I don’t have an appetite, but I’m afraid my body won’t be able to take it today if I don’t eat some.
As he picked up the black tea, he suddenly saw Driver Miki Tooru standing in the corner of the cafeteria.
He had rolled up the first button of his shirt and was wearing a lemon-yellow tie, and he had that really slick look about him.
Miki was her chauffeur, and Kazumi would have liked to compliment him if it weren’t for the fact that she was his master!
“What is it, Miki!” Kazumi coldly looked at Miki with a reproachful wink.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Unki’s brown endowed face showed white teeth dangling.
He was a driver that Jounouchi had hired only six months ago. Although he was a good driver, he didn’t know how to be polite. Although Kazumi had taught him the way to greet people a few times, it was only three days of heat. Since there was no heartfelt respect for his master either, it was futile to teach him any more.
But, the exterior did look good, with long arms and legs. Firm ass, thick chest, and tanned, bronzed, aged skin. Seems more suited for a model, I guess!
Only interested in women and cars, and often dresses himself up decently.
Nor does he treat Kazumi in the manner of a master, but sees her as a woman, and often, especially deliberately, draws Kazumi’s attention to him.
But he had that look that sometimes made Kazumi look funny instead. But sometimes it was infuriating because it was so brazen, as well as deadpan.
Before she came here, she was a gas station clerk. It’s absolutely incompatible with Kazumi’s identity.
So when Miki saw her as an object of affection, it made Kazumi feel as if it was an insult.
“How are you?” Kazumi frowned as Miki’s half-mocking smile and leaned forward.
“Knock before you enter the house.”
“Oh, no! I was just asking, are you in good shape?” Said the man, leaning in.
“Please show some respect!”
Suddenly, I felt the scent of olive oil on the untree.
Kazumi felt shocked, but Miki still excused her with his white teeth.
Kazumi thought that it was probably a coincidence! Miki was using a perfume that had the scent of olive oil, and the man yesterday was using olive oil. But Miki’s next words disproved Kazumi’s self-assurance.
“Remember? Mrs.! It fits right in with what you suspected. You probably won’t believe me if I say it with my mouth, so I’ll show you the proof.”
He said pulling his pants down and pulling the thing out with his hand.
Kazumi suddenly dropped the spoon in her hand to the floor, impressed by the fact that it wasn’t completely straight, but it was larger than the other man’s. And the few protrusions on that surface said it all.
Yoko opened the door to reveal her face.
“What is it, ma’am?”
“Nothing!”
Kazumi said as soon as she covered the spoon that had fallen on the floor with her slippers, and since Miki’s back was to the door, Yoko didn’t see anything.
After Yoko left, Kazumi bent down to pick up her spoon, and at that moment Miki stretched out his legs and straddled Kazumi’s chair.
“It’s as if you’ve already remembered!” Said the man gripping the front chest of the dress with his hand.
“Ah! What are you doing?”
That spoon dropped again, and Kazumi bowed in the crook of Miki’s arm.
“And of course we’re going to continue to do what we did yesterday…”
Miki spoke faintly, then unbuttoned her chest.
“Don’t you dare joke.” Kazumi grabbed Miki’s hand and tried to leave.
“If you don’t quiet down, Yoko will come running to see it again, and if she sees my adulterous affair with my wife, will it be okay?”
“What adultery?”
“If you don’t remember, I’ll show you the videotape from yesterday.”
Miki grabbed the waist of Kazumi who was about to get up and leave, then pressed her lips close to the base of her ear.
“It’s beautifully photographed!”
“Enough!”
After Kazumi heard this, even the hairs on her entire body, had a feeling of disgust, and grabbed Miki’s hand on her chest with her hand.
“You let go and get the hell out of here!”
“If you say so, I’m going to make more copies of that videotape and circulate it around the company.”
（８）
Kazumi turned to look at Miki. As the driver who used the user, he was actually threatening his master. This kind of thing was simply not forgivable.
“The original beauty announcer, the newly widowed wife of the Toho group, a real lovemaking shot. Everyone must have had a blast watching it, especially those in the inner-city faction.”
“Don’t you do that!” Kazumi interrupted, her face shaking.
“But don’t you worry, ma’am, I’ll never publish it if you just do what I say.”
“What is your purpose?”
“You should know! I’ve been smitten with you, ma’am, ever since I was hired by your family. Just once I’d like to fall in love with you.”
“Don’t dream.”
“Looking no kidding. I know it’s been a year since Mistress and Master have been together. At twenty-six, you should know what it’s like to make love. But it’s a shame that you’ve been alone for a year… it’s a shame. So let me comfort you…”
“Did you do that for this?”
“Of course there are other reasons, I’ll tell you later. Until then you eat!”
“I don’t want it.”
“Eat! Otherwise Yoko will get weird. Besides, you’ll be busy all day today.”
When Kazumi and Jonouchi got married, because of Jonouchi’s imposition, Kazumi became the owner of the business she was connected to, but that became a source of pain for Jonouchi….
“Then please, ma’am, let go of your hand…”
Miki ordered Kazumi to let go of the hand that was preventing him from undoing her twisted buckle.
When Kazumi reached for the bread, her second and third twisted buttons were also undone while exposing her front breasts.
“No… to…” Kazumi couldn’t stand it and went out to block it with her hands.
“Don’t you recognize the situation yet? If you don’t do what I say, you’re going to be a video star from today.”
“Woo…”
Kazumi bit her lip and let go of her hand. Gradually the tits covered by that white bra were exposed.
Miki propped up those plump tits with her hands from the bottom up like she did last night.
Kazumi frowned trying to get out of Miki’s caresses sooner. As she brought the bread into her mouth, she also picked up the black tea.
“It would be delicious if swallowed with this.”
Miki opened the lid of the small bottle and poured the scented liquid into the black tea. Sure enough it tasted good.
“It’s done, let go!”
Miki then stood up and coolly tucked his rod into his pants.
“Call out if you’re ready.”
Went out in faith with an acted tone of voice.
“Then please wear stockings with garters next!”
As she walked to the door, Miki turned around and said and showed her white teeth. Kazumi literally froze.
An hour later, Kazumi stepped out of the foyer in a black dress. Yoko walked out to see her off.
“If you come to the office when you do, please come to my place for a moment.”
Kazumi confided so to Kashiwagi, the leader of the anti-Jonouchi faction, the vice president of Toho TV. It was predictable what they would talk about.
Due to Jonouchi’s death, the vacancies of the presidents of TV stations and broadcasters were left vacant, as well as the vacancy of the Speaker of the Toho Group’s highest body.
Even though someone is acting now, we’ll have to find out who the official candidate will be after all. It’ll probably take a month to decide on those too!
As a result, the Jonouchi faction and the non-Jonouchi faction are competing hard to decide on the new Speaker.
Currently there are twenty directors of the agency, of which four are from the Jonouchi faction and four are from the non-Jonouchi faction, and the rest are neutrals. Therefore, if you bring the neutrals into your camp, you will be able to control the situation.
Miki stood beside the BMW in a gray suit, waiting with the back window open. As usual, his eyes were staring at Kazumi’s whole body and evaluating it.
Kazumi would normally return his glare, but today instead, she fled her gaze away and willed herself to sit in the seat next to him. The color black signified mourning, but the way Kazumi wore it didn’t diminish its charm one bit.
The skillful way that dress was cut brought out the beauty of Wami’s evenly balanced curves, and the skirt was a narrow miniature form.
Those thighs were spread about twenty centimeters or so, while the white skin brought out Kazumi’s youthful vigor, and enthusiasm for her work.
（９）
Because it felt like Miki kept looking at her thighs in that revealing way, Kazumi sat in the car in a very tactful way, a way of sitting that gave away the woman’s character and competence.
Some women easily lifted their bottoms as soon as they put on a mini-skirt when they sat down, but Kazumi was more experienced, and therefore immediately closed her feet tightly together as soon as she was seated in her seat, and then made her feet into a vertical zig-zag.
Miki closed the car door with a smile floating at the corners of her mouth.
“Bye!” Yoko nodded politely.
BMW’s car was driven away by Untree.
As soon as they reached the road Miki immediately adjusted her rearview mirror and watched her furtively.
Understanding Miki’s intentions, Kazumi grabbed the hem of her mini-skirt and hid her thighs.
“You really did what I said.”
Upon hearing Miki’s voice, Kazumi raised her head.
“You’re wearing garter belts.”
“That’s right!” Replied hatefully in a very hard tone.
“Then let me see it!”
“Eh.”
“Roll up your skirt so I can see it!”
“You’re not kidding!”
“I’m serious oh! Ma’am you’re the one who’s joking. I should have asked you to flip it open for me when we were getting in the car just now, but I held back because Yoko was there. But now that it’s just the two of us here, just flip it over!”
“Miki…”
Look at his attitude and his determination to keep the dress in place, the user is actually ordering the owner.
“What are you still doing there, if you don’t flip by the next stoplight I’m going to be pissed!”
It was almost threatening, the traffic light two hundred meters ahead was approaching, and Kazumi closed her eyes.
With those trembling hands, she flipped up that mini-skirt and those thighs were simply plump and beautiful.
When the car came to a stop at a stoplight, Kazumi hurriedly gathered her skirt.
“Who told you to get it right.”
A very sharp sound came from the untree after seeing it in the rearview mirror.
“Didn’t you see? I’ve changed into garter belts like you said.”
“I’d like to see more. I want to see my wife’s thighs and enjoy the drive all the way to the office. Come on… show me when the light turns green.”
At that time Kazumi really wanted to jump out of the car. Watching the pedestrians coming and going on the sidewalk, although in the middle of such a normal scenery, inside this car, it was as if they were in another dimension.
“Why are you like this?”
Kazumi asked him in a challenging tone, but at the same time the words seemed to say, “If you want to hug, do it openly!”
“I like my current job, it’s still not fulfilling but it’s better than being a clerk at a gas station, but I’m worried about getting fired if my master dies, and haven’t you always wanted to kill my head?”
Indeed that’s right.
“That’s why I made that videotape. And it’s a great way to make the Mrs. complete if it’s my thing.”
“The light is about to change!”
Kazumi thought that she was currently locked in an invisible lock. But if she did what she was told, she didn’t know what would happen to her.
Kazumi turned her head to the side. Suddenly, he saw the middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses in the back seat of the taxi on the right, who had been looking at Kazumi’s face.
The green light had come on, and Kazumi swallowed hard, her heart beating rapidly as she pulled up her miniskirt once more.
Upon seeing those thighs, the car started again. From the taxi that was parallel together, the middle-aged man was still watching Kazumi’s face.
“Ma’am, spread your thighs wider.”
Kazumi felt stunned looking at Miki’s back. From the rearview mirror of the front seat, Miki had a clear view of Kazumi’s soft bottom as well. That thing at the bottom of those silk panties, ironically, could be seen clearly.
“It should satisfy!”
It was said in a scolding tone. Even though the car is traveling, there is usually another car right next to it that pulls up and parallels it.
And those passengers in the car usually look at the young female passenger in this one BMW with a very surprised look.
Although the lower half of her body wasn’t so bad that people could see it, Kazumi was scared to death.
“You don’t want to be a scoundrel, ma’am! Do you want more people to see you with your thighs open? I don’t care at all!”
His tone was smooth, but it smacked of a little more insistence. It gave Kazumi the creeps.
“You’re so mean!” She amplified her voice quite undaunted.
“Ma’am, do you want to plot against me?”
“Rebellion?”
“Isn’t it? Don’t you want to rebel against your master now?”
“Master? Is that you, Unshu?”
Kazumi simply didn’t know how to say it anymore.
“I will no longer forgive you if you continue to rebel in this way, so do as I say!”
Kazumi looked at Miki with a look of contempt that she had never seen since she was born. This man could not be treated with common sense. This man is simply a cold-blooded animal or a devil.
“Do you want to continue your rebellion again?”
Kazumi returned his glance with a very disgusted expression, and eased her closed-tight knees a little in lieu of her answer.
The short mini-skirt that had been wrapped around her thighs was pulled up to the top of her belly by her spread thighs.
And the inverted triangle of the white silk panties was gradually revealed, the bulge that was held by her thighs becoming more and more obvious.
(This will probably work!)
She mumbled to herself as she did after spreading her legs forty degrees.
“A little bigger.”
Kazumi didn’t flinch at all at Miki’s unrelenting command. Again, she spread those succulent thighs to sixty degrees again.
The size of that angle is directly proportional to the size of Kazumi’s shame. But Kazumi doesn’t show it on her face either. Without losing any of her proper lawfulness at all, she gazed at her opponent.
“A little bigger.”
“┅┅”
After slightly tugging her eyebrows, Kazumi didn’t hesitate to open them to ninety degrees again. That should leave nothing to be said! This is a position that no one other than the three men she has had sexual relations with so far has ever seen.
And it’s the first time I’ve ever been in such a formal dress while in such a pose.
“You would be applauded if you were in a strip show if you drove like that.”
Kazumi was still feeling angry after all.
(It’s meant to insult and humiliate me after all.)
Gritting her teeth she once again spread her legs to one hundred and twenty degrees. Kazumi looked down to see her thighs running out of her camisole pants, the bulge at the top, doing something shameful.
Those panties were not pure white, but that noble gray color. From underneath that black mini-skirt, one could see those trunks, which really matched her mature lower limbs.
“Open it a little more.”
“It’s too much.”
As soon as that humiliation and anger erupted, it ran out with such an angry sound.
“How about that!”
Putting away the words she was about to say, Kazumi shot up her payload to stretch that one hundred and twenty degree width to one hundred and fifty degrees. If it went any further, there was no way out.
“Truly the most beautiful announcer in the world. Beautiful in any kind of pose.”
“┅┅”
“From now on whenever you ride in my car, you have to do this pose, got it?”
It’s abominable, but I just can’t say it.
“Know… know.”
Answering him with a tone that had a hint of disdain. Miki added with a sneer.
“There’s still a bit of time, we’ll stop by somewhere else.”
Talking about turning the car onto a side road.
“Get out of the car!”
Kazumi straightened her miniskirt and followed Miki out of the car after she closed her feet up.
（１０）
It was a corner of the drinking street. Kazumi was pulled by the hand into a side street further in.
Drinking Street in the morning looks like a dead town, and the public restroom on the sunless access road is the destination for Miki.
This was a place for Kazumi to step into for the first time in her life. But there was actually no scene more appropriate for this place than a woman dressed in black like Kazumi.
“Put your hand there.”
As soon as he walked in Miki pointed to the sink there. On the wall there was a mirror with a missing corner. Kazumi placed her hands behind the sink and Miki, standing behind her, pulled up her black miniskirt with both hands.
“Ah…”
“Don’t move, Kazumi.”
Arching her back, Kazumi stared blankly at Miki in the mirror. The person who was the driver actually called his master by his name.
“Miki…”
It was practically treasonous, and by then the miniskirt had been pulled up completely, while everything below the waist was exposed.
The curve of those intact buttocks was as if they were in a semicircle, while the high-waisted gray panties, which fit snugly over them, were adorned at the ends by the straps of garter stockings.
Of course there wasn’t a single thing missing from that, as if it were a finely crafted gem. And when she arched down, she revealed those curves perfectly.
And the unshu’s hand, as if it was trying to peel the peel of a fruit, was going to peel off the triangle pants in a smooth manner.
“Ah…”
Kazumi hurriedly closed her eyes shaking her body. On her way to work, she was soiled by her own driver who brought her to a dirty toilet in a deserted bar street.
But in fact the thought in the back of my mind that being raped would be nice. Being raped seemed much better than being fondled in the cafeteria, and being forced to do strange actions in the car.
After the pair of panties that had sucked the young woman’s shine, were pulled down, Miki took the olive oil out of her blouse and coated the top of her rod with clear goo.
“Open your feet, Kazumi.”
As if looking away, Kazumi opened her feet, which were wearing high heels, to the left and right.
After Miki coated his rod with the palm of his hand, the tip of that rod was facing the ceiling and glowing with a bronze color.
“Mistress’s ass, even without any teasing, a man’s heart will go out to her.”
Miki’s confession-like talk gave Kazumi a feeling that she didn’t know whether it was a bad chill, or joy.
Miki’s hand proceeded to coat that lower part, which was spread out by as much as forty centimeters, with mucus.
“ah… ah…”
Kazumi pulled back her voice and screamed. The olive odor that had been washed off when she got into the bath last night had once again invaded Kazumi’s nose. It was probably a psychological effect! The smell seemed to be stronger than yesterday.
“Did you get coated in anything?”
“Olive oil, of course, to make it more pleasant for you.”
“You lie.”
“What’s wrong?”
As soon as I woke up this morning, I felt a hot ache deep between my breasts and thighs.
“Actually, Kazumi if you don’t use oil, if it can be wet, then it’s okay if you don’t have to apply it.”
That was certainly impossible, Kazumi swore to God. But it was true that Miki’s rod was bigger and had superhuman staying power. But it would be a mistake to think that that would make a woman happy.
A woman’s body is more complex. The erogenous zones are more than just the sex organs and breasts. Miki is too young to understand those areas. Even if he is skilled in that area, there is no way my body will fall for it, Kazumi thought.
Because there was no love between the two of them at all.
Miki placed the bottle on the sink, then grabbed the area near his ass and aimed his rod between those twin mounds.
Kazumi tensed up as she remembered the shock of the night. But the fact that it was already coated with oil made that meat stick slide in easily.
Even though it was faster today, her ass was still a bit cut open, and if it wasn’t for Miki holding her waist, her upper body would probably have been elevated by about ten centimeters or so!
What Kazumi’s body could feel, besides that sense of shame, was a strong sense of nostalgia.
“ah… ah…”
Due to the penetration of the meat stick, Kazumi’s upper body rose up and her hair fluttered around.
When it was halfway in, that meat stick stopped and started again, that small rhythm of last night’s, before bursting in again. If not, Kazumi that body would be in pain again.
But it was faster today. After about five minutes, that meat stick had come to the bottom.
It was too painful, making Kazumi unable to move. And the rod inside started moving again.
From last night to this morning body can not forget, the reason for that hot hot feeling, finally clear . That was because of the meat stick going in and out of it for an hour. It’s normal to have the aftermath of this building.
If it’s true that there is no use for a bit of skill or love, then because he is young so he can still make the woman’s faculties feel happy.
But even so, what Kazumi felt during the intercourse was shame and bad chills.
And the kind of in and out that paralyzes if it goes on for hours.
And also angry at Miki’s insidiousness. Although there weren’t those techniques on how to make a woman happy, that meat stick was really otherworldly.
It was even faster than last night. Miki was aiming in and out on one side, and undoing the gold twisted buttons of his black jacket, one by one.
After removing the black jacket, she pulled her tits out of the silky bra and then from another vial, poured oil to apply.
“Oh…”
Kazumi couldn’t help but move at that touch. This time it wasn’t olive oil, but oil with the scent of jasmine.
Apply that thick liquid to those ample breasts.
Rubbing down hard made Kazumi have a pleasure that was beyond words. That feeling was the same as when making love from the ass. With skill, even if you only play with the breasts for a little while, sometimes pleasure would occur. But Miki’s mechanical caresses couldn’t easily bring the burning pleasure to a higher point.
Play ended after thirty minutes.