Saori B. Research Laboratory of Shame (1)

Catalog.

Chapter One Nightmare’s Great Banquet of Humiliation

Chapter 2: Schemes of a Fiery Night

Chapter 3: The Intense Perverted Rape of the Twine

Chapter 4: Hypnotic Massage of Beautiful Flesh

Chapter 5: Sizzling Flesh Holes and Thick Dildos

Chapter 6 Submission Trumpet Training

Chapter 7 Exciting Lusty Lectures

Chapter 8: The Pick of the Flesh Lecture

Chapter 9: Perverted Panic Research Laboratory

Chapter One Nightmare’s Great Banquet of Humiliation

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Jogye University is a 100,000 tsubo school in the hilly area of Musashino.

There are more children of the upper class here, and there are many foreign cars or high-class domestic cars lined up around the campus. The students who come and go and laugh are all dressed in brand-name clothes.

A few years ago, when Seonggye University was mentioned, the first impression was that it was an “aristocratic school” and the academic ability of the university was not taken into consideration.

However, the world aspires to the advanced trend, and for several years it has been emphasized by candidates, and has squeezed into the top three of private universities in terms of the difficulty of the entrance examination. Youichiro Ichiki, a professor in the Department of Economics at Seikei University, was finally finishing his students’ report on U.S. financial policy in the comfortably cooled research room, stood by the window, took off his glasses to look at the forest in the distance, and pulled down the curtains.

Immediately a shine appeared in his eyes that had appeared sleepy, as it was time for him to enjoy himself.

Ichiki’s outlook is that of a very serious scholarly type.

Fifty-two years old, a little bald on the top of his head and some gray hair, but of a length to cover his ears. There was a height of one hundred and seventy-five, with a slight stoop. His nose was cold and high, his cheeks sunken, his face greenish-white, and his eyes sharp with glasses.

Has the habit of protruding his lower lip and closing his mouth tightly, which makes him look like a very stubborn third-rate politician.

“Ichiki’s Management Theory” was known for its high standard and the fact that it was not easy to get credits. The only pleasure of such a serious professor was to secretly read pornographic books and magazines in his research laboratory. Ichiki’s hobby was stories of rape and sadism, and he had collected no less than 300 such videotapes.

Not only appreciating books and magazines, Ichiki is also enthusiastic about the practical side of things. He often goes to a high-class sadomasochist club in the city, so as to vent his daily mental stress. At home, he can’t hold his head up in front of his wife, and at the university, he is mentally exhausted by the factional fighting among professors.

So watch sadistic videotapes or actually go to games.

But at this point in time a woman must have appeared in Ichiki’s mind.

Ah, I wonder how pleasurable it would be to strip that woman naked, tie her up with ropes and torture her slowly. Grabbing her by her beautiful black hair, shaking her head and performing oral sex on her… then inserting a saliva-soaked rod into her pussy, fondling her rope-bound breasts with both hands, and thrusting her bottom to the point of ecstasy as she screamed, “I… Saori… I love this… I love this kind of sex… “I don’t know how much pleasure I feel…

Masturbating in this way while thinking, Ichiki’s fantasies grew more and more inflated, and he finally shot a large amount of cum into the beautiful phantom’s pussy.

The woman’s name was Orange River Saori, an associate professor in the management group of the same economics department as Ichiki. But she was only twenty-eight years old, and had just been promoted from lecturer this spring.

Saori is a talented woman who graduated from Seonggye University with the top grade and immediately stayed in the U.S. to obtain a doctorate degree at Harvard University Graduate School, and she is said to be the youngest associate professor since the founding of Seonggye University at the age of only 28 years old.

Ichiki was completely different, without a good education, relying solely on his wife’s nepotism to be promoted to associate professor at the age of thirty-five and ten, and dealing with the professors was no longer a simple matter, so when Orange Kawasaki Saori was promoted to associate professor without any problems, Ichiki was so angry that he could barely sleep.

There was actually a major reason for Ichiki to feel exasperated like this.

He has long aspired to Shaori s beauty and thought into ways to be friends with her, but Shaori simply ignored him. Even the sweet words of helping her open  the promotion of associate professors did not work on Shaori.

“No need, I don’t want to rely on anyone’s strength, I’ll obtain the status of associate professor on my own.” Saori told him in a resolute manner.

So Ichiki desperately supports the middle-aged lecturer who is competing with Saori at the professors’ meeting, but it turns out to be a fiasco, with the professors almost unanimously supporting Saori’s promotion to associate professor.

(That woman looks down on me, she must not be spared, and I’ll make sure she knows what will happen to those who despise me.)

Although she thought so in her heart, Saori, who was promoted to associate professor, perhaps increased her confidence even more and appeared even more beautiful, making Ichiki’s love affair with her even hotter, and every time she saw Saori at the professor’s meeting she was mesmerized, and her lower body’s rod would become aroused.

So, when he passed by a person who got that videotape ten days ago, Ichiki’s happiness could be described as indescribable.

The price for the secret videotape was three million yen, and he had to use his status as a university professor to give the other party some convenience, but Ichiki didn’t feel sorry at all, as long as he could obtain such a valuable videotape, no matter how much it cost him.

This video can be said to be full of excitement and exhilaration, although there are no scenes of nudity or sexual intercourse, but it almost mirrors a part of Ichimoku’s delusion, which for Ichimoku is never stale, and for a man who loves to masturbate, it is the object of masturbation in his dreams.

And there was more to this video than that, because of the possibility of getting his hands on the woman who appeared in the video, the one he aspired to be, Orange River Saori.

Ichiki had watched that videotape dozens of times over the past ten days. Holding the remote control in his right hand, he stroked his rod with his left hand.

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Saori Orange River’s lecture was also attended by all eighteen students today, and took place in a lively atmosphere.

It is the most popular lecture in the operating group of Seonggye University. The students who come here are breaking through a lot of barriers to get here.

Especially this summer, as Saori was promoted from lecturer to associate professor, the popularity of the lectures was not a problem.

“Right… When it comes to currency, there’s a famous thesis that bad money drives out good money, so that one explains the significance of that.” Orange River Saori said.

Saori’s voice was low and deep, to the point where it could be considered sexy. The muzzle was a bit aloof because it was full of knowledge, but it might be better for the associate professor to have that kind of majesty.

Saori was twenty-eight, but her snow-white skin was elastic and full of freshness, and she could only be seen as twenty-five at best.

That’s why people who visit for the first time think that students from the institute are instructing instead of professors.

The beautiful long hair that fell to her back had become a registered trademark of associate professor Saori Orange River.

Like the slender and slim figure, the face is fine, with sensible features, eyes with double eyelids that are a bit upward, and from the overall view it is full of oriental beauty.

“Then please explain, Sudo-san.”

“Yes. Although they are gold coins of the same denomination, if the gold content is different, the gold coins with more content are collected, and only the gold coins with less content are circulated, which refers to such a phenomenon.”

“Good, now teach Yokoyama-san to say what the law is called when applying this theme to the ills of bureaucracy.”

The student who was gazed at by the glittering eyes of the associate professor felt in a trance for a moment.

“This… I don’t know.”

“There’s not enough use of energy. It’s fine to work part-time, but you need to read a book once in a while.”

The student named Yokoyama’s face turned red.

The reason for the popularity of Orange River Lecture is certainly because the teacher is a young beautiful woman, but more importantly, you can really learn the American style of business administration. From the standpoint of the students, of course, not  listen to the outdated management theory of the old and decrepit professors.

Another student raised his hand, a third year student named Negishi, who was also the class president of the lecture.

“It’s Ge’s Law.”

“Please explain the significance.”

“It’s… new ideas, which are not usually adopted in large organizations, is what is meant by the spread of old ideas.”

“Right, I hope that the business structure of our Seonggye University won’t be like that… heh heh heh.”

Saori smiled, her red lips curling up slightly to reveal her beautiful teeth. Her smile was mesmerizing, and the students were tempted to smile as well.

Saori casually ran her fingers through her long, silky hair and said, “If I may add, there is a danger that innovation and creativity will be banished from the bureaucratic organization that decides on business operations.”

That’s when the bell rang.

“That’s all for today. Next week’s corporate research is the turn of Yonemura-san. The topic is Shinrikyo’s world strategy… it’s going to be interesting.”

At the end of the lecture, Negishi, the class president, came to the place of the associate professor.

“Teacher, let’s get together this Saturday, it’s been a while.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to go to Nagoya on Saturday for the Society.”

“How about next week, everyone wants to get together with the teacher and have a drink.”

“Can’t decide yet, I’ll try to schedule a time, but I can’t promise yet.”

“Please try, I’ve found something very interesting again.”

Negishi finished with an implied smile. This very easy-going and handsome young man seemed to be well versed in the world of fun as well, and had no idea where he found information about strange hotels or parties.

“I think the teacher will be satisfied too.”

“I… don’t  intend to go to that kind of nasty place anymore.”

Saori furrowed her brow with a rare show of emotion and a slight blush in her cheeks as she thought back to that day.

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In April, two months ago, there was a get-together with the new students in the lectures as well as a meal to celebrate Saori’s promotion to associate professor.

Saori, who normally would never get drunk, was probably happy to be promoted to associate professor, and the students, who were all familiar with her, went to a karaoke after the dinner. The students were very happy to hear the beautiful associate professor’s annoying voice.

It was already one o’clock in the night by the time they were drinking at the third house, and the few remaining students who could drink, carried Saori almost as if she were lifting her up to the fourth house.

“Where? Where are we going now?”

In a taxi, as if walking on clouds, Saori asked Negishi.

Negishi replied confidently, “In Nakameguro, there’s a place where parties are held on weekends.”

There was the party venue that became the problem.

“Teacher… Teacher.”

Suddenly, Negishi’s voice snapped me back to reality “Oh… is there anything else?”

“I’m really sorry, I’ve been wanting to ask Sensei for a long time, did something unpleasant happen that time? Because there were so many customers, I didn’t have a chance to see Sensei again after separating from her.”

“No… not like that…”

Saori spoke vaguely, while making quick judgments on any situation, a rare situation for Saori, who was like a supercomputer.

Despite that, he lifted his long hair a bit and looked at Negishi like a challenge and said, “That kind of program itself is unclean and obscene, Negishi-san, you’re a student who should go to that kind of place less often. It’s likely to ruin the school’s reputation.”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful.”

Negishi lowered his head in apology, then hurried after Saori, who had turned to leave.

“Teacher, please try to think of something, and we will certainly prepare a very proper place for next Monday’s meal.”

Orange River Saori straightens her back and walks out with a beautiful posture. Her slim figure and Italian designer suit make her look like a fashion model.

Negishi followed him out into the hallway watching the back of the associate professor with a look not unlike that of a student.

His eyes first looked through the ankles wearing black high heels, and then slowly upwards. With every step the associate professor took, her curvy calves, reacted subtly, and her ass in the tight skirt, swayed from side to side.

Orange River Saori’s body shape belonged entirely to the impression of a high-class intellectual, however, the plump buttocks, or slender thighs, and breasts that held the dress up high were full of sensuality in Negishi’s eyes.

A marvelous smile appeared on Negishi’s face as he looked at the associate professor’s gorgeous body.

Two months ago in the evening.

The Nakameguro they went to with Saori and Negishi was on the second floor of a grocery store, an odd place that didn’t even have a signboard.

And it was already a little after one o’clock at night, and it was crowded inside, a sort of buffet party, with men and women from their twenties to their forties, each choosing the appropriate place to chat with a glass of wine in hand. There were at least fifty or sixty people in there.

Saori herself couldn’t help but think of a bar in the United States, and was surprised and excited not to think that such a place existed in Japan.

There was also a pair of Americans who greeted Saori casually when they saw her, and when they talked to them, the topics were all about sex. And they were talking about rape, couple exchange, fetishism and other perverted things, and Saori felt so horrible that she wanted to leave immediately.

Suddenly the lights in the room went out.

Saori was scared, but she couldn’t find Negishi and the others anywhere. Even if she wanted to look for them, it was difficult to move in such a crowded situation.

At this point a spotlight was shot on the tiny stage and everyone started clapping while dramatic and angry curses came from nowhere.

“You woman, you’re still not behaving yourself… I’m going to teach you a good lesson now, hehehehehehe. To correct your arrogant attitude once and for all…”

Bald men wearing nothing but thongs appear on stage.

The man pulls a rope in his hand to lead out a woman with her hands tied behind her back and wearing only a pair of panties. Pulled out as if she were a sinner.

“I want you to be my lord’s slave. Who knows where you’re from as a young lady, but I’ll train you to be a masochist who gets wet at the mere sight of this rope pussy, hey! Don’t you dare stand still.”

The strong impact made Saori dazed when the woman’s hands were pulled up and she was hanging high from the ceiling.

Probably in her late twenties, a voluptuous woman that men would be interested in. Tortured and frowning, but an atmosphere of strong desire to be abused is also evident.

The man picked up the whip and lashed it mercilessly across the woman’s back.

“Ah…”

The woman’s screams were not like an act, her dark hair was loose and her beautiful breasts shook.

(This is the sadist show. What to do? How did I end up in a place like this?) My knees were shaking a little, and I thought I should have left earlier, but I couldn’t move my body like it was bound by wire.

After the whipping comes the candle dripping on the woman’s body.

Saori felt it was too much, and felt pity for the ravaged woman, and couldn’t help but shed tears.

However, the more scary something is, the more you want to see it mentally, Saori’s eyes kept pinning on the perverted show to see it.

The bald man removes his thong, exposing his ugly rod in front of the audience, and then rubs it against the woman’s ass.

Subjected to such brutal torture, but surprisingly the woman had several orgasms in the process. From the wiggling of the ass and the sounds of the waves, it was obvious that a real orgasm was being reached.

Saori felt intensely nauseous and her mind felt paralyzed, as if she had smelled anesthetic.

The whole body is filled with a feeling of disgust. But the lower half of my body was wonderfully tickled with excitement. In her heart, she was excitedly waiting for what would happen down there. Realizing her own mentality, Saori was confused.

(Ah… What’s happening to me? Seeing such a dirty show turns me on… Let’s go back, we’ll leave soon…)

Desperately, I told myself this, but I couldn’t escape no matter what.

I don’t know how long the show lasted, but the stage was being used to torture the breasts with iron needles while removing the boxers and penetrating them with a dildo. Unbelievably a lot of needles were being used to penetrate the woman’s most sensitive nipples and the man was laughing pleasantly. After inserting the oversized dildo into the pussy and stirring it around inside, there were cries of woman’s waves that were almost too loud to hear.

The final show was the blowjob.

“Bitch! Now it’s time for you to eat your master’s meat stick!”

The woman knelt facing the man’s rod.

It was something Saori had never seen before, not like a huge meat stick that a human should have. The umbrella of flesh at the head of the glans spread out in all directions, and the veins floating on the body of the cannon looked like earthworms, and Saori had a marvelous feeling in her heart as she watched.

“Why don’t you say thank you yet!”

“Yes… thank you.”

“Just lick as much as you want… and want to drink that stuff.”

“Yes… please let me drink my master’s thick, sticky milk.”

The woman let out a sweet cry and immediately lunged for the huge rod.

What kind of light is this, a body bound with twine, as if it can’t wait to wriggle and suck desperately with its mouth. There was a lot of blood and glowing sweat on the body from the whipping and needling and the fire of the candle oil.

Taking the rod in her mouth, she made lewd watery noises as she lassoed it, the woman wiggling her ass at the same time.

“How was it? Is it good?”

“Yummy… ah…”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, you’re leaking lust again, aren’t you.”

“Yes, Master…”

“Heh heh heh.”

The man grabbed the breasts hard and shook them, dripping candle oil onto the woman’s body again. The woman let out a dull grunt each time.

“Do you have time to cry? Come on!”

“Uh… yes… ah…”

(Ah… Can a person sink to such a level…?)

Saori got goosebumps as she watched the show on stage.

But it is almost impossible to distinguish between a feeling of disgust and a strong feeling of emotion.

“Deep throat, to swallow to the root!”

The woman sweats and opens her mouth as wide as she can, probably after much training. The man’s huge rod disappeared completely into his mouth.

This is when the man asks the woman to do piston movements.

“This is comfortable, isn’t it, even touching the throat.”

“Umm… Umm…”

The woman’s brow twisted in pain, but the grunt that came out of her nostrils actually felt like joy at the desire to be abused.

Soon after, the man’s ass began to quiver and the woman wore an orgasmic expression, as if it smelled good to swallow what the man had ejaculated.

Immediately after cumming, the woman carefully cleaned the rod with her tongue.

Saori, who was almost unconscious from the intense shock, also started to look for an exit, and only then realized that a few pairs of the guests had already started to use the ropes for sadistic play.

(Ah, so this is where the perverts come…)

Why hadn’t they realized earlier that the pair of foreigners from earlier were probably asking Saori to participate in a perverted game.

Saori cursed her own stupidity while wandering in the darkness.

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It’s like a labyrinth, the more anxious I get, the less I can grasp the sense of direction, and my legs are trembling, I can’t even walk, and I’m scared to death to think that I won’t be able to leave this place until the wee hours of the morning. Saori asked the man drinking at the bar for help.

“I want to get out, where’s the door?”

“The entrance is there, and it’s pretty hard to find your way around here.” The man gave a kind smile and took Saori’s hand and walked forward.

Saori breathed a sigh of relief that she was finally saved.

The man opens the door, but Saori walks in and realizes that it’s not a door to exit, but a door to abuse.

“What kind of games do you like?”

“What did you say?”

It was like a playroom for two. Inside, there was a treatment table for obstetrics and gynecology, a table with a lot of sexual intercourse equipment, and ropes and iron drills hanging down from the ceiling, almost scaring Saori into unconsciousness.

“No… no!”

“Wow, on closer inspection, you’re still big and beautiful.”

The man showed a surprised expression as he wrapped his arms around Saori.

“I’m in luck, I can’t find anyone tonight is fretting.”

“I’m not, I’m not that kind of person, please let me go!”

“Don’t put on a show, everyone who comes here is a fellow… I know… You were so mesmerized watching the show on stage… You’re hot, aren’t you? Let me toy with you.”

The man with the strong physique hugged Saori tightly from behind.

This is not an opponent that Saori can resist. Out of desperation, Saori thought of revealing her identity to get out of this predicament.

“I’m an associate professor at Seonggye University… If you don’t stop, I’ll take the appropriate action.”

University faculty, a phrase that works well in a rational society, is not going to have any validity in such a venue.

“Are you a college teacher? This is great, I’ve known a lot of sadistic professors, but I’ve never seen such a beautiful, sadistic teacher. Great, I’ll have a good time with you.”

This pervert was almost drooling as he spoke.

Immediately there were ropes wrapped around Saori’s hands. It was the first time in her life that she had lost her freedom, and the feeling of fear was so strong that she could barely breathe. Immediately after that the ropes were tied to her chest and arms, unceremoniously tightened.

At that moment Saori somehow thought of the woman she had just seen.

（”Oh, I’m about to be as humiliated as that woman…”

While being tied up at the same time, I thought so, but at the same time, an unexplainable feeling of being abused and intoxicated arose.

“The beautiful associate professor, who really is a masochist, had her eyes glaze over immediately after being tied up.”

The man’s attitude after the tie-up play is to see Saori as a mistress.

Caressing the breasts from the dress and kissing the snowy neck over and over.

That’s when the man started taking off Saori’s skirt and unbuttoning her blouse.

“You don’t seem to be using your body much, but I’ll teach you well, Sensei, and you’ll be the best masochist ever.”

“Ah… don’t! I’m not that kind of woman! Believe me…”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, what’s the point of pretending when it’s already come to this.”

“Doing something like this… you’ll really be in trouble, and I won’t forget your face.”

“Cut the nagging, now we’re going to seal your nagging mouth!”

The man forces Saori to kneel on his crotch, and Saori is suddenly slapped and angrily scolded. Pressing her hairy lower abdomen into her face, she almost passes out from the strong smell of hormones.

The hard rod penetrated her mouth, and Saori was so sad that she could only cry.

At the same time, the image of the woman who had just put on a show overlapped with the image of herself now. An unbelievably strong feeling of pleasure arose, and at some point, Saori lost herself in humiliating oral sex…

(Why that situation developed.)

Orange River Saori returned to the research lab after the lecture, generating painful memories. The events of two months later were about to be forgotten, but they were revealed again from the conversation with Negishi just now.

(That kind of thing, it’s too much.)

On the verge of shedding tears, Saori gritted her teeth to endure it.

It’s been a long time since I cried. It would be stupid and unreasonable to be affected by that incident in the future. Saori, an up-and-coming management scientist, made this conclusion.

(To forget all this as soon as possible. It was tragic, but the body was not defiled… nothing was lost, and no one knew about that incident.)

The person who had taken her to that obscene place was Negishi, and I had hated him, but there was no point in talking about it now. You have to be moderate with students…

That’s when something horrible occurred to Saori, the name of Jogye University to that perverted man the other night.

Would it be possible for that man to come to the university and threaten her?

(Ah… If that’s the case, I’m finished… but…)

Saori thought as she felt fear on one side.

The extent of the victimization was not greater, probably because Saori reported her identity. That pervert probably expected that the result of raping a university associate professor would be serious.

Now all that was left was to pray that the man didn’t show up in front of her.

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It had been thirty minutes since Yoichiro Ichiki had watched that videotape with an expression more sincere than reading a professional book.

Holding the remote control in his right hand, his left hand stroked the rod that was exposed from his pants. This is the kind of scandalous behavior that a dignified professor should never let his students see.

That video was a tape that Saori Orange River, whom he loved and hated, had secretly filmed while reveling in her perverted behavior.

Watching it in still or slow motion, or over and over when he was satisfied with the picture, keeping the remote control in his hand. The videotape was only thirty minutes long, but he watched it for at least two hours at a time.

There was probably only one camera for the sneak peek, shooting from a side angle. The lighting was not bright enough, making the picture not sharp, so it was a shame not being able to see Saori’s expression clearly, but still being able to get aroused, no matter how many times I looked at it, my penis would get an erection.

The recording is also in bad shape, but you can still hear Saori’s sighs or cries through the noise. Such sounds again stimulate Ichiki’s sensuality.

Having the rod deep in her throat while her breasts are being played with, a sweet slurping sound comes out of Saori’s nostrils at this point, which is Ichiki’s favorite part.

(This woman does have the makings of a pervert.)

Half of it is due to their own  expectations to think so. If it was an ordinary woman, it was impossible for her to make such a delicate sound when she was tied up like this and still forced to have a meat stick in her mouth.

That arrogant Harvard-educated Orange River Saori is actually a masochist, and there’s something there that screams more than that.

Conditioning Orange Kawasori so that she can become her exclusive sex partner. The dream that you have every time you masturbate, or play with the women in the Sadist Club, might still be realized.

Ichiki was unusually excited to use the tape to terrorize Saori later, even though he hadn’t made a decision yet.

(This is the only time to enjoy looking at Saori’s naked body, her breasts and pussy.) But compared to the ferocity of the act, the fact that not much of the woman’s body was revealed was what he felt dissatisfied with.

Saori’s upper body was bound with twine, the buttons of her blouse unbuttoned and her bra pulled down, revealing unexpectedly plump breasts from between the twine and the twine.

The lower half of her body was in plain white boxers, and although she could see her plump thighs, she didn’t see the mysterious part of her boxers until the end.

This is the preview, that’s what Ichiki told himself. This is Saori as the sadistic heroine and Ichiki as the director…

At that moment there was a knock on the door and the sweet dream was interrupted.

“Damn! Which asshole was it.” Ichiki stood up angrily and pulled on the zipper of his pants.

“Access is prohibited while the paper is being written.”

During the time he was enjoying himself, this sign would surely be hanging on the door. If anyone dared to disturb it, they would surely be scolded angrily, and the students should not come in when they saw the sign.

“I’m sorry, Sensei, there’s a little…” came a curt voice from the door.

“Didn’t you see the sign?”

Which student it was, and how the abomination was going to be sanctioned, Ichimoku felt excited.

“It’s me, Negishi of the Orange River Lecture.”

“Wow, it’s you.”

Ichiki’s attitude suddenly changed, and although he didn’t show a smile, he immediately went to open the door to let the student in.

“Teacher, how was that videotape, was it okay?”

“Sloppy.”

For the sake of his own face, he couldn’t say that he had just been masturbating while admiring it.

Negishi’s expression was different when he entered the room, sitting down graciously on the couch and looking at Ichimoku with a grin on his face.

Facing Ichimoku with no fear, Ichimoku is a bit upset with him for this attitude, but still wants to ask him where he got the videotape and many other things.

“Do you drink brandy?”

“Yeah.”

Bring out the best brandy while muttering under my breath that I probably only entertain like this when the principal comes over.

Negishi toyed with his wine glass with skillful movements and said in a casual tone, “I’m sure Ichiki-sensei knows the value of that videotape.”

“But three million is still too expensive.”

Ichiki spoke with a clear conscience. Three million dollars, and changing Negishi’s grades are not big problems. But not  meant to be caught by this Taisho student’s weakness and be intimidated later.

“Yeah? I thought the math was cheap. As you know, Sensei, Mr. Orange River has a lot of followers. I know of a few professors who are willing to buy it even if they offer five million dollars.”

“So why did you bring it to me?”

“That’s the problem, Ichiki-sensei.”

Negishi boldly took the cigarette from the table, still tapping on it.

“I want to form a common front with sensei, in order to get Orange River Saori…”

“What did you say?”

“Hehehe, don’t be surprised yet. It’s something Sensei often thinks about mentally. And there was quite a bit of trouble with Orange River Saori in the past.”

(This kid even knows that!)

Ichiki looked at the other in surprise. “To be honest I’m enamored with her as well. I’ve played with a lot of women in the past, but of the women with both talent and color, I haven’t seen a wonderful woman like her.”

Negishi said before lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag.

“I’m the bad guy, but I can’t do anything rash to a college teacher. I don’t want to go to jail yet, but if the two of us can work together, we can definitely get there.”

“Do you… want me, a college professor, to help you rape women?”

“Don’t say anything serious, I go to the Y in Akasaka or the W in Roppongi all the time.”

Negishi directly named the sadistic club that Ichiki frequented. Ichiki, who had been keeping a serious face, also showed a bitter smile and had to surrender to this young man.

Then Negishi tells how he got this videotape. First, there was the gathering, and there was a plan to bring Saori to the pervert club, but lost Saori because of too many people.

But ten days later there was an unexpected stroke of luck when the owner of that club, told him he had great videotapes.

“While inadvertently playing a surreptitious videotape, I saw a beautiful woman, and a teacher at that college of yours.”

Negishi immediately bought the original version of that videotape. Although Ichiki was not told the price, he must have bought it at a low price.

“So that’s all the videotape is, isn’t it?”

“No, to be more correct there’s another one, that’s the copy version I left behind.”

“The man who appeared on the videotape, was he a friend of yours?”

“Don’t recognize it. But that kid was useless, having that good of a chance to just shoot in the mouth.”

“So… is it no intercourse?”

“Of course, for me personally, that would have been better. It was washed out on that videotape, and afterwards the man untied the rope and slipped away. The title of associate professor at the university took effect and the guy got scared.”

Ichiki was also relieved to hear that, and naturally, he didn’t want to be abused by someone unrelated to Orange River Saori.

Reassurance ignited a lustful ambition. Now that it’s come to this, I want to get my hands on Saori herself no matter what.

“Let’s work together and make Orange River Saori our slave, Mr. Ichiki, just watching the tape isn’t enough, is it?”

That’s probably what he wanted to do in the first place, to sell Ichiki on the videotape. He got 3 million dollars so that Ichiki would be excited about Saori’s video and then he would ask for the rape…

“So, any good plans?”

In my mind, I was thinking about being led by the nose by this kid and felt unpleasant, but I couldn’t help but ask this.

As if Negishi already knew this outcome, he immediately proposed a battle plan.

Chapter 2: Schemes of a Fiery Night

１

On this day, Orange River Saori’s time at the lecture was a little different than usual.

When it was Yonemura’s turn to present “Shinsei’s World Strategy,” she didn’t show much interest, as if she had something on her mind, and she didn’t make her usual in-depth comments during the student discussion afterward.

There was a reason for that; Ichiki had asked her to come to his research lab after the lecture, and had felt annoyed in his mind, and had probably wanted to invite her to dinner again, and he didn’t know how many times he’d have to refuse to get him to break it off.

“If something comes up, don’t go to the research lab, just here please.”

But Ichiki’s attitude was different today.

“I’m not related, it’s you who’s ashamed to say it here.”

“What does that mean?”

“Like I said, you’ll find out when you get to my research lab. Something happened where your associate professor status was in question.”

Not in her usual pursuing tone, but with a strong attitude full of confidence that made Saori feel uneasy. Of course, Saori knew that Youichiro Ichiki was unhappy about her promotion to associate professor.

What exactly had Ichiki gotten hold of? There was nothing about herself that she was afraid of him knowing. No, there was one thing that worried her, the thought of being forced to mouth a man’s penis like a nightmare at that perverted club.

(Did that man… come to see me at the university?)

That kind of thing couldn’t happen. Showing up at the university would risk arrest, and if he was going to do that, he could have raped Saori that night.

And there was no possibility of connecting that person to Ichiki.

(But why is Prof. Ichiki so confident?)

Saori tried to concentrate on the lesson, but it kept coming up in her mind.

“There’s something strange about the teacher today.”

“Probably that thing coming?”

The students whispered strangely.

Ms. Saori Orange River, whose beauty is inferior to that of even the most popular models, and whose sharp mind, like a super high-performance computer, turns out to be an ordinary woman, and the students also develop a marvelous sense of security. Only the class president of the lecture, Negishi, had no doubts about Saori’s attitude and observed with a sneer on his face.

(And the beautiful, smart associate professor faltered. Heh heh heh.)

Ichiki Yoichiro, even if he was an old man, was a professor… Negishi was touched that he hadn’t chosen the wrong partner.

As it used to be, he was the one who got the object of purpose on his own, but Associate Professor Saori Orange River was really having difficulties.

Although he had the videotape in his hands as evidence, a student to terrorize her, Saori would not feel the pain and would definitely report it to the police immediately. A professor with a higher status than Saori, and who is known to be a difficult figure within the school, the videotape would only be powerful in his hands.

The script is studied again and again with the professor, as if the pre-emptive attack has taken effect. But whether or not Saori’s strong defense can be broken through depends entirely on Prof. Ichiki’s skill.

(I hope the professor can hold out until the end…)

２

The videotape of Saori’s surreptitious filming has been edited by Negishi and has been transformed into a perverted game played by men and women who love this game.

Usually porn videos are made by cutting the acted rape performance to look like the real thing, but this is the opposite, cutting the real rape to look like a game.

Thus, as a pornographic videotape, the plot is less than complete. The sadistic man binds the sadistic woman, tortures her for a while and then ejaculates in her mouth to end it.

However, unlike the usual pornographic videos, the sadist is not a normal prostitute, but a beautiful associate professor at Seikei University, Saori Orange River.

Saori was now in Ichiki’s research lab, using the fast-forward method to look over the tape in general.

“Ah… it’s…”

After yelling like that at first, Saori didn’t say a word. It was as if she was nailed to the chair and couldn’t move.

Ichiki was cunning enough to stop the fast-forwarding and change it to normal playback when he could hear Saori’s cerebral grunts as she took the rod in her mouth, thus adding to Saori’s sense of shame.

It took about fifteen minutes to watch the videotape. The intense shock caused Saori’s face to turn white, beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her body trembled slightly.

“Where did you get this thing…”

It was no longer the usual voice of confidence, as if it was difficult to even breathe.

“One was sent to me, and I bought it at the other’s asking price to protect the reputation of Seonggye University.

If such videotapes get out, it’s too bad for students who are serious about their studies.”

Ichimoku’s crab eyes glowed brightly, and his gray face was more or less flushed.

(Look at her in such a panic… She deserves it… The arrogant Harvard student has no look left.)

It was certainly the first time I saw such a weak Saori. After seeing this situation, Ichiki’s ambition grew.

“Who was the person who sent this videotape?”

“That kind of thing doesn’t matter, it’s what’s on the videotape that’s the problem. I really didn’t expect you to have such a perverted hobby.”

“How could I have… that…”

“So, do you consider yourself normal?”

“No, it’s not.”

Because Saori was so wretched, there was a computer-like mind that hadn’t been turned on for use.

“This videotape… it’s been altered. At this time, I was deceived… forced to keep me there, almost raped… this is true, Professor.”

Frowning beautifully, she was on the verge of shedding a tear as she spoke.

“Oh, I see, I don’t know much about this kind of kinky world, but it looks as if they agreed to play perverted games together with each other. This dirty man, is he your lover?”

Ichiki hides his perverted hobby and deliberately irritates Saori with such words.

“You can’t joke about that, I’ll explain, Professor, please listen to me.”

As if she was very thirsty, Saori kept swallowing and desperately tried to explain what happened that night.

Of course Ichiki already knew that, so he made a bored expression and put on an attitude of casually listening. Only his eyes were fixed on Saori’s beautiful flesh.

(Ah, soon this flesh will be mine.)

The heart is very excited.

While Ichiki was indulging in the delusion of evil lust, Saori finished her explanation and was looking at Ichiki with a charismatic gaze.

“I see… but it’s better to tell the professor’s meeting such an explanation.”

“A conference of professors? What does that mean? Professor, are you going to make this videotape…”

Both eyebrows locked tighter, and her moist red lips sighed, turning into a very stimulating expression for her faculties. Of course, Saori herself was unaware that this would incite Ichiki’s sadistic desires even more.

“Of course, please come and enjoy it and then judge whether or not your associate professor credentials are in order.”

“This…”

“With the feelings of a colleague, I wanted to hear your personal explanation beforehand, but what you said just now could not satisfy me, and… well, I’ve bothered you to come, so you can go.”

“Please wait, Professor Ichiki. Please take my word for it…”

“Want me to take your word for it?”

(Ah, what a refreshing feeling!)

Ichiki’s heart was filled with the joyous feeling of a perverted hobby, but made an expression of disbelief.

“You have to realize that when you were promoted to associate professor, I was recommending other people. It can be said that we are hostile, if you want to convince me, can you tell a better lie.”

“It’s not… a lie. Please, about this videotape, please don’t send it to the professors’ meeting, please.”

Abandon your pride and bow down to Ichimoku.

In Saori’s case, what was more important than losing her position as an associate professor was being a woman who made a videotape full of humiliation public, and that was worse than asking her to die. Being tied up and then having oral sex with a man shooting his semen in her mouth, after such a videotape was made public, no matter what kind of punishment it was, there was no choice but to leave the school of her own accord.

“I don’t know what to do…”

Ichiki hid the excitement in his heart and looked at the beauty’s sad face and said, “Hey, hey, hey, you used to be quite cold to me.”

One side of the story, in the back of his mind, he wondered how many times he had touched her in the past, probably more than ten times.

“For any rudeness in the past… I sincerely apologize.”

I almost spit out blood when I said this kind of words, but I probably felt that this was not enough, and added, “I will be especially careful in the future, and it’s true that I lacked the humility in the past.”

“It’s easy to say things like that, if there’s an apology, can you show it with an attitude, that way I can reconsider.”

“What should I… do…”

Saori looked up with tears in her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll name the conditions. But this is not to intimidate you… don’t misunderstand.”

Ichiki said, adjusting his breathing so that his voice would not tremble as he spoke.

“If you stay with me for one night, it will be as if this did not happen. The videotape is returned to you, and it will also explain how this came to me.”

“¡°What?”

There was a pause before Saori realized what the words meant, and her snow-white face immediately flushed.

How could someone who is a university professor be so shameless as to ask for sexual intercourse… as a price for secrecy?” “No mean?”

“No,… not like that…”

“You answer.”

“This… give me some time…”

“No.”

Ichiki said coldly.

Negishi had already advised him that it was best not to give a woman more time to think when convincing her.

“I want you to answer right now, right now. Besides, you don’t have that much time left.”

“┅┅”

Saori hung her head down biting her sexy lips almost bleeding.

Such a silence, though only a few minutes, felt like a long time to Ichiki.

(How about that? Still not saying yes, you arrogant woman.)

In fact, he was terrified inside. At any moment, Saori could stand up and say loudly, “Whatever!” and walk out.

But the situation is not that bad.

“Accompany you… what does that mean?”

Ichiki looked at her weak eyes and knew he had won.

“Tomorrow I’m on vacation and I’m going to the hot springs in Yamanashi. I hope you can go with me.”

Saori’s schedule had been investigated beforehand. Friday night of every week should be writing at home.

Saori at this point was of course feeling confused, and the middle-aged man who was already feeling very annoyed was forcing her to go to the hot spring like this, so of course she couldn’t make a very good answer.

“Tomorrow… is impossible.”

“I’m not pushing it, heh heh heh. Because it’s not me who’s having trouble… remember, the next professors’ meeting is next Monday.”

Ichiki sensed that last comment had knocked the talented woman down.

Saori hadn’t said anything yet.

“It’s not like you to be your usual self to be so indecisive.”

“┅┅”

“Hurry up.”

“Yes… I  mean to accompany you.”

３

Restraining his impatience, Ichiki slowly sipped his brandy. Although it is said to be energetic, it is already fifty-two years old. If you drink too much and get  the important treasure knife, you can t cry.

Having already soaked in the hot springs twice, I put on my robe and sat down at the table to eat a drink that the owner of the hot springs had hand-conditioned to increase my energy.

He thought it would be nice to have a partner. He met Suyama, the owner of this spa, at a kinky club a few years ago, and we’ve been friends ever since.

It is said to have been established for 80 years, and Suyama is the third generation. It used to be a famous ryokan in the hot springs of Yamanashi Prefecture. However, Suyama had no desire to do business, did not invest in equipment, and let the building fall into disrepair, and now it has become a third-rate ryokan.

When Ichiki comes here, a room with a separate onsen bathroom is prepared for him, and he can also borrow perverted gadgets such as twine or whips, so to speak.

(Almost time to come.)

It was nine o’clock at night by this time.

Saori said she had a draft that had to be turned in today and drove up when she finished.

Saori’s favorite car is a red Renault sports car. Seeing her red car on campus gives Ichiki a wonderful feeling of jealousy and envy mixed together.

But Saori hadn’t even shown up by ten o’clock.

Ichiki impatiently calls Negishi for the third time this evening. Negishi is waiting at a hotel in the same area with his girlfriend.

Tonight’s arrangement was for the two of them, Ichiki and Saori, to have sex before Negishi late into the night. Of course Saori could never have dreamed of having her own student council join her, and it must have looked great when they met.

Hitching a ride with Negishi in this way tormented Saori until tomorrow morning.

“Do you think she’ll actually come?”

Ichiki asked Negishi uneasily. “Don’t worry, Professor, drink slowly.”

After hearing Negishi say that, I felt a wonderful sense of peace.

From the phone, there were grunts of “ah… um…”.

“So you’re enjoying yourself!”

“Yes… it’s just boring to wait.”

Negishi didn’t sound embarrassed at all.

Now it was time to prepare for the gang rape of Saori, but to play with the other woman first, and to make that woman make lewd noises, Negishi was either quite an energetic person, or a young man’s peculiar ability. Ichiki was beginning to feel intimidated by the young man.

Shortly after putting the phone down there was the sound of walking coming from the hallway.

(Coming…)

Ichiki’s heart immediately jumped.

Suzan brought Orange River Saori with a flattering smile.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Where, you must be tired from driving yourself.”

After seeing Saori, he couldn’t even say anything unsatisfactory.

Suzan made a look at him that had a special meaning and left, leaving only two people in the room at that point.

(Ah… I can’t believe it…)

When Saori sat down in front of him, Ichiki got nervous and didn’t know what to do. Again, he felt that it was too bad that Negishi was allowed to attend, and that it would be better to be alone with Saori until tomorrow morning.

“Let’s start with a drink, what would you like?”

With a smile on his face, he brought beer from the fridge.

“Sorry, I don’t drink.”

“Why so unemotional?”

“Because I have to drive on the way back.”

“What did you say?”

Ichiki stopped pouring his beer and frowned with a sinister expression at Saori.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stay here tonight. I have a meeting in Tokyo tomorrow morning, so I’d better… tonight…”

Saori lowered her head to avoid meeting Ichiki’s gaze, and a strong dislike for Ichiki could be seen in her attitude.

（Damn it! You want to leave after you’ve fucked me a little! That’s no different from being a whore!) I was hoping for a sweet evening, but now it’s all gone to waste. (If you’re going to have sex with me, you should make it more enjoyable… You hate me so much…)

From love to hate, so angry that he’s about to go crazy.

It came down to torturing her thoroughly with Negishi.

Ichiki is also realistic enough to rely on Negishi by this point. (Saying nothing to make you leave tonight, and imprisoning you here all day tomorrow!)

This isn’t a normal hotel, no one will come to your rescue even if you cry out loud. And Suzan will be happy to hear the screams of a beautiful woman like Saori. After playing around fully, you can also have Suzan come and join in.

And then complete torture, toppling her proud character completely.

４

Accepting Saori’s request to hurry, he said he wanted to go to bed immediately.

I wanted to take a hot spring bath together, but Saori said that she had taken a bath before she left the house, and it was clear to see that she hated the idea of leaving the place right away.

Walk into the neighboring room where the bedding is prepared.

When Ichiki immediately tried to embrace, Saori immediately ducked away and looked around the room very carefully.

“What is it.”

“It’s not that I doubt you, it’s just that you don’t know what to expect in a venue like this.”

“Afraid of being photographed again? This is a normal hot spring hotel, not like the perverted clubs you’ve been going to for a long time, it won’t have that kind of equipment.”

Hearing the words of Ichimoku Yukari, Saori glared at him. In her beautiful eyes, there was no longer a sense of cowardice, emitting the light of strong will.

(She’s gotten her act together… but be careful how you handle it.)

Ichiki admonished himself like this. If she gets the upper hand mentally from the start, I’m afraid that even lovemaking won’t be able to achieve its goal successfully.

“We did agree that today was the only time, right?”

“Of course, so that videotape came with it.”

“I want to make it clear up front that in the unlikely event of another request like this in the future, I am determined to take the necessary steps, okay?”

(She’s going to terrorize me now.)

Ichiki couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“You go over there and you’ll be called in when you’re ready here.”

Probably not wanting him to see the undressing, Saori shooed him out of the room.

(Beat her up.)

Barely able to resist the urge in his heart, Ichimoku returned to the room he had just been in.

Ichiki certainly had the pride of being a college professor. At least until you’ve finished having sex, you have to be a gentleman.

It’s not too late to vent your frustrations when the relationship between a man and a woman is fully established.

Take this opportunity to call Negishi and reconfirm the process going forward. When I came back, I met Suzan, who seemed to have something to say all the time.

“A beautiful woman like that, Professor, really makes me envious.”

Suyama, who was less than forty years old but already balding, showed a drooling expression and said, “Is that beautiful woman the associate professor I was talking about?”

I told him in advance about the general situation because I might need his assistance.

“Eh, it might get a little noisy later, so I’m counting on you for everything.”

“I know, the staff is back, so please enjoy yourself.”

“I’m going to have a day of fun tomorrow, I’ll call for you in the middle of it, come along and punish that arrogant woman.”

Suzan’s expression immediately opened up.

“Great… if that’s the case, this one’s a free treat.”

Leaving Suzan, who was still trying to talk, to rush back into the room, for wanting to see the associate professor’s striptease.

Quietly, he went to the door and gently pulled it open a little.

Saori, who was wearing a white petticoat in the dim light, had her back to this side.

(Luckily, in time!)

It was fantastically beautiful, long hair that fell to her back, shoulders full of sensuality, nylon petticoat tightly wrapped around her curvaceous body, you could almost see the thin willow waist and plump buttocks, and Ichimoku’s heart was getting more and more excited.

Remove the straps and the nylon petticoat slips off.

(Ah, can’t stand it!)

Revealing a smooth creamy white back, her body was as slender and straight as a ballerina’s, with no extra flesh. The straps of her bra sank into the flesh of her back.

Pulling the pantyhose from her waist, Ichiki’s eyes immediately focused on her ass. The plump, upwardly curved mounds, surrounded by tiny bikini trunks, had legs that outshone the foreigner’s curves.

It was the kind of semi-nudity that one would even dream of, and Ichiki’s rod had pushed up against his robe, revealing his purplish-red glans.

(Still want to see it, want to see it up close!)

Orange River Saori’s strip show, which is one of the greatest pleasures for Ichiki, kissing or pouring wine on one side and slowly revealing her beautiful flesh.

(I don’t think I need to sneak a peek like this…)

Stroking his straightening rod, such muttered mentally that tonight’s prologue battle was stolen by Saori.

At this point Ichiki barely restrained himself from rushing up to snuggle.

(Hmph, this female fox, after going to bed, I’m going to lift your fake mask!) Ever since he saw that surreptitious videotape, in Ichiki’s heart there was a premonition similar to  hope that Orange River Saori had the essence of a masochist behind her beautiful strong woman’s face.

The emotion-filled expression when she licked the thug’s rod after being tied up, and the sweet humming sound, Saori’s pussy was absolutely dripping wet when the man’s cum shot into her mouth. After watching that videotape several times repeatedly, Ichiki had such confidence.

Now it’s time to give her hard penetration with a self-righteous rod that will expose her true colors as a lecherous masochist under a false mask.

５

“Please come.” Saori said to Ichiki after lying on the bed covered with only a pair of boxers on her body.

When Ichiki walked into the room, he immediately took off his robe, his penis was already engorged to the max and had the arousal of a green dragon blade, and Ichiki himself felt smug.

Just as she wanted to show Saori, Saori put the covers over her face and said, “Please turn off the light.”

“This one off too? Are you going to turn off the black?” Ichiki’s tone couldn’t help but be grumpy.

Now there was just a little light left from the small bulb, and if it was turned off, you couldn’t enjoy Saori’s naked body on the bed.

“I… I… almost want to die right now, that you should promise.”

She hadn’t expected the professor to be completely naked, and turned her face away with a yelp of surprise at the sight of what stood upright from the dark hair.

(Hey, hey, hey, how’s it going? Not losing out to the youngsters yet.)

Since it made Saori feel fearful and Ichimoku’s mood eased a bit, he turned off the electric light. Anyway, after tying her up later, she can be dissected freely.

The irresistible aroma of a woman’s body was smelled the moment she entered, and when she leaned her body up, a warm sensation came from her body that was about to paralyze her with excitement.

“ah… uh…”

When she was entangled in Saori’s body, even if she desperately tried to hold back her breathing, her mouth showed a lewd humming sound.

“Saori… ah…”

“Don’t… ah…”

A disgusted voice came out from Saori’s mouth. Ichiki forced the rock-hard rod down.

Rapid breath sprayed down her neck. The firm rod pressed against her stomach.

“Ah…”

Saori couldn’t help but let out a shaky voice.

“Hey, hey, hey, feel it. Wanting you to want to become this big… ah, it smells so good.”

“Ah… no…”

Ichiki has his legs pinned against Saori’s struggling lower body.

“Is it so annoying to me? But it must hurt you to have to have sex with me now.”

Licking her snow-white neck with his tongue, he grabbed a breast with one hand and rubbed the head of his knee against the base of her thigh.

The sensation created by the friction with the pubic hair excited Ichimoku so much that he probably sneaked off his boxers after covering the covers.

“It’s the smell that screams.”

Ichiki started asking for a kiss.

But it was harshly rejected.

After a few times though he was able to touch her mouth, he stubbornly refused to let his tongue enter. As Saori shook her head to say no, her plump black hair shook with it, making Ichimoku’s lust even stronger along with the strong scent emanating from it.

Ichiki laughed bitterly before finally giving up on the kiss, but ran his hands over the woman’s naked body, checking to see if the beautiful associate professor’s flesh was plump.

“You’re in great shape.”

“ah… ah…”

“It’s a shame I can’t see this in the flesh.”

Smooth as fine silk and responds with elasticity when pressed. Would love to be able to scrutinize this wonderful flesh in the light.

“Saori, you have quite a bit of experience in relationships, don’t you.”

One side gently rubbed her breasts and asked quietly in her ear.

“Fucked the Americans, didn’t you?”

“┅┅”

“Getting the big Yankee dick stuck in it?”

“Please don’t ask about that kind of kinky stuff.”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t pretend to be godly. The feeling I got from watching that videotape is that you’re very used to blowing your meat horn. Not to mention swallowing semen easily, did you learn this from America too? Heh heh heh.”

Saying such obscene words to her, Ichiki attempted to arouse Saori’s love fire.

In the darkness Saori’s face turned red, without having to look from the movement.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, are you trying to say something? Make the breasts jiggle like that.”

“I… will never forget how despicable the professor was.”

“Very well, and by the way don’t forget the taste of my meat stick.”

“Ah…”

Saori let out a sigh. It was Ichiki who started kissing the breasts.

Taking the hardened nipple in her mouth she flicked it with the tip of her tongue while using one hand to stroke Saori’s most sensitive spot.

“It’s strange that to an intellectual like you, obscene hair grows here too.”

As you run your hands through the soft pubic hair, you also stroke the labia, spreading the petals apart.

“No matter how much you hate me, you’re still leaking… right?”

“Stop it!”

“And a hard-on here too.”

Ichiki’s fingers found the nub and began rubbing it.

In a flash Saori reacted, stopping breathing before letting out a deep sigh.

(She… definitely has a perverted sexual appetite.)

From past experience, Ichiki made this conclusion. The best evidence of this is that the more lewd things are said to her, and the opposite of an unpleasant attitude, the more hyperactive the breathing or writhing of the body looks.

Ichiki’s rod had also reached its fiery extreme, and was already dripping clear liquid onto Saori’s snow-white stomach.

Ichiki finally pushed his lower body against Saori’s clenched legs.

“Ah… don’t! I still don’t want it, don’t stick it in.”

“It’s not like you’re a child to be saying that kind of thing at this point.”

Ichiki wore a smug smile. The associate professor’s fearful look gave him great pleasure.

(Ah, I’ve finally put fear into this woman.)

“Hey! Resign yourself to your fate!”

“Ah… no…”

“Heh heh heh heh… heh heh heh.”

Indeed pressing down on Saori’s upper body, her ass began to move back and forth.

The tip of the murder weapon touched the opening of Saori’s secret hole that was not covered by anything. Each time Saori let out a grunt and her naked body began to tremble.

It was finally inserted into the fleshy hole, which was as narrow as a virgin’s.

Ichiki was afraid of being pushed out and thrust inward with all his strength. “Ah…”

The long black hair swayed violently, brushing over the tip of Ichiki’s nose, making the man feel even more aroused.

The way the rod was about to be pushed out again, Ichiki held his breath and desperately thrust inward, finally allowing the head to fully enter.

“No… please, don’t keep thrusting… ah…”

Saori began to cry.

(Hmph. You know what I’m like.)

Ichiki’s heart was filled with the thrill of victory as he slowly went deeper and deeper. The more Saori struggled, the stronger Ichiki’s desire to abuse her became.

“Saori, it’s connected now, hahaha.”

It took a lot of force, but once inserted, the wet mucous membrane, contrary to her will, gently wrapped around the rod.

Ah, a grainy bottom, unbelievably stimulating to a man’s sensuality during thrusting.

“Ah, great, I’m touched…”

One side gently shook her ass, and the other side was overwhelmed with emotion.

“Ah… no…”

When she was completely penetrated and her flesh hole was stuffed, Saori finally started to cry, exasperation, sadness, the joy of the inversion, all these feelings mixed together Saori could only keep crying.

Chapter 3: The Intense Perverted Rape of the Twine

１

Even though the long-awaited joining of Saori’s body is accomplished, the veteran Ichiki doesn’t thrust his rod to the root all at once. When he reaches the halfway point of the meat hole, he lets the huge rod move back and forth while caressing the beautiful bouncy breasts, caressing the thin waist full of sensuality, and admiring Saori’s reaction to the humiliation. Ichiki believes that the moment he joins with this woman he has been in love with for so long is the most touching moment in a man’s life.

Such joy far exceeds the pleasure that comes at the end of intercourse, when ejaculation occurs.

Now Ichiki is enjoying the most wonderful moments of his fifty-two year old career. Taking the wonderful sensations of the beautiful associate professor Orange River Saori’s pussy and using Ichiki’s own body to indeed memorize them.

(Ah… I’ll never forget the feeling of this pussy)

His first intercourse with Saori could surely be a source of vitality for Ichiki in the future. Just thinking about it filled him with confidence and energy.

“Hee hee hee. This is Saori’s pussy. Her pussy is clamping down on my rod… Saori, you feel it too, don’t you?”

“No… don’t… uh…”

Hearing lewd words in her ears over and over again, Saori was about to go crazy. Moreover, calling her name like a lover made Saori, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, feel very unpleasant. In the past, even her lover was not allowed to call her that.

“Saori, you’re already mine.”

Ichiki said to Saori in a sadistic euphoria.

“It’s totally my girl now, isn’t it?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that!”

“Oh, Saori, do you hate me that much?”

“Of course… to do such a thing… how dare you say… ah…”

Just then Ichiki purposely thrusts deeply, and Saori’s words are interrupted, and a humming sound flows out from the corner of her mouth.

“For someone like you… to be… a university professor… I will never forgive you!”

One side gasps and chimes in with slanderous words.

Ichiki also refused to show weakness.

“Hmph, no matter what you say, a man to a woman is a victory after penetration. And how dare you talk big when you’re oozing lewdness like you are.”

Laughing out loud as he watched Saori shed tears of humiliation. He felt very happy to be able to give such a humiliation to the up-and-coming management scientist, Orange River Saori.

“You’re too much… I don’t want it… let go of me… ah…”

“How dare you, it’s your clenching cunt that won’t relax, heh heh heh.”

Half of what he said was true, Saori’s crease flesh sucked Ichimoku’s rod tightly, and just thrusting it like that was intensely pleasurable.

Ichimoku still didn’t take a great deal of action. With half the distance to the uterus still left, it was too much to spare a pistoning motion.

(There’s plenty of time anyway…)

Now Saori should be scared and upset not knowing how deep Ichiki had penetrated.

Because there was no electric light, not being able to see Saori’s expression was the most regrettable thing.

Maybe that’s better. At this point, if you could see Saori’s annoyingly wonderful expression, even the sophisticated Ichiki probably wouldn’t be able to last.

Because there is no sight, the relative senses of smell and hearing are sharper.

An example is the sense of smell.

The beautiful black hair that reached the length of his back constantly exuded a strong scent that irritated Ichimoku, and the dreamy perfume-like aroma that bubbled up from his neck and armpits was also too much for him to bear. As the two people’s skin rubbed together, the smell of sweat was gradually mixed in with those scents, making it look very sexy.

Or hearing.

At first, when she touched Ichiki’s flesh, Saori let out a disgusted cry, but after constant caressing, a subtle change occurred. The sound that came out became nasal, and occasionally sweet timbre could be heard at this time.

Fearing that the other party would notice this situation, Saori swung her head to the left and right and pushed up her naked body to restrain her voice. However, as the time of the union lasted, it seemed that she couldn’t help but let out a sexy sigh.

“Hee hee hee hee, it doesn’t matter, you don’t have to be polite to yell.” Ichimoku said while inhaling the strong aroma emanating from the beautiful woman.

“┅┅”

“How… how about this?”

“ah… uh… um…”

With her entire breasts grasped in the other’s hands, her naked flesh was shaken by him. With such incessant movements, Saori couldn’t help but let out annoying sobs that stimulated the other’s sensuality.

“Saori… ah… Saori!”

Ichiki’s face rubbed against Saori’s while trying to kiss.

“No!”

Saori stubbornly refused, desperately bobbing her head to avoid the man’s mouth.

(Still won’t kiss!)

Ichiki felt exasperated, as if he was utterly disgusted with him. Since that was the case, Ichiki used his entire body weight on Saori and started thrusting.

“Won’t let you off the hook.”

Fully insert the heel of the rod left outside in the narrow vagina.

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“I’m afraid… I’m afraid!” Creating an oppressive feeling that made it difficult to breathe, Saori couldn’t help but call out.

“I’m afraid… don’t be like this!”

“It’s not a little girl, it’s ridiculous for a twenty-eight year old woman to say she’s afraid of… it’s ridiculous. You’ve eaten a lot of foreigners’ meat sticks in America.”

“It hurts… ah… it hurts… don’t stick it in.”

“It’s none of my business. Is this… do you think it’s okay?”

Ichiki’s few remaining white hair shook with his body as he desperately abused the beautiful woman. As if that wasn’t enough, picking up the slender legs and holding them high in the air, deepening the union of the sex organs even more.

“Umm…” The intense pain made Saori roll her eyes.

“Oh… it’s in… it’s in.”

Ichiki went deep inside the beautiful woman, passing through the fleshy hole to reach the mouth of the uterus. Swirling the huge glans over the mouth of the womb.

“Umm… ah…”

“Is it here? Is it here sad? Heh heh heh.”

“Don’t… don’t… spare me!”

Hearing Saori’s pleas, Ichiki began his official attack as the pistoning motion added a side-to-side rocking motion.

Just silently pounding back and forth, Ichiki felt overwhelmed at this point.

“Oh… wonderful flesh hole, even better than I imagined.”

It produced a sweet paralyzing sensation from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. This woman’s flesh was nothing like twenty-eight, full of freshness and narrowness. The flesh hole reacted as it passed through the friction of the meat stick.

(I wonder how much experience this woman has with men…)

In the case of an average woman, one could roughly tell the amount of sexual experience after such a combination, but with Saori it was impossible to tell the difference.

Her mucous membranes were moist and hot, as they were at her age so much experience, yet her arms and legs were straight as a virgin’s, and there was a stiff response to thrusting, again the response of a sexually inexperienced woman.

(I saw her blowing the trumpet on that video. She looks like she’s been trained by a man, and there’s a perverted feeling in her panting… I must take off her mask…)

Saori hadn’t yet revealed her true nature, and with that in mind, Ichiki began to stroke in earnest. Thrusting in and out with a skillful slow and steady matching motion, while rubbing her breasts and gently tickling her waist to her ass with a finger technique.

For about twenty minutes or so Ichiki pounded away with this method, and the average woman would have surrendered by this point.

In fact, Saori’s faculties were bound to be completely intoxicated.

Despite desperately trying to hold back, sexy hums would come out of her nostrils and she would gently wiggle her ass as well.

When Ichiki thrusts with different depths and skillfully, he would make “Ouch… Ouch… Ouch…”

The sweet humming of the But it didn’t continue to climb toward orgasm.

Ichiki felt impatient. If this is how it goes, he’ll end up first.

(There was no choice but to change the position.)

The lower abdomen stays connected, but the upper body leans back hard into a seated position.

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t promise to use only normal positions.”

“I don’t want to! It’s enough to humiliate me to this extent… ah… no… let go of me!”

Changing into a lewd position, the feeling of humiliation was even stronger. Saori had thought that the old school type Ichiki couldn’t possibly be this tough, and that by turning into a puppet-like endurance for a few minutes, this deal would be done.

“What does it matter, I want to love you in every way.”

“Don’t misunderstand… I’m not a whore…”

Being abused by this most loathsome person was already unbearable, and having to take various positions was simply intolerable.

However, Ichiki changes various poses with skillful movements.

“How… how about this?”

into a woman’s riding position.

“Don’t… ah… like this!” Shame made Saori scream, but with the rod still thrusting deep into her flesh hole, there was nothing Saori could do about it.

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Changing all sorts of positions like a stunt, at some point Saori’s body was lying on its side and Ichiki was thrusting in from behind.

And for some time now, the two men’s genitals have remained joined.

“That’s what happens to intercourse when you get older. Some women like it because young men are just ferocious and not skillful.”

“ah… uh…”

“Well? Satisfied, aren’t you? Isn’t this position great?”

“Don’t… it’s too much… ah… it can’t be… that way…”

The woman’s body kept getting pounded as the man’s hands came up from behind and rubbed her breasts hard.

The other hand went to her lower abdomen and found the already engorged nub and squeezed it around.

“Your cunt core has swelled like this.”

“Umm…”

Saori tried to clench her legs, but they were wrapped around Ichiki’s, her fingers stroking back and forth over her pussy nucleus as well as the lips of her pussy where the rod was inserted.

“Okay? Really good?”

Ichiki made a very excited noise.

It turned out that the tongue that made her sick was licking at her ears, going deeper into her ear holes, and writhing on her snow-white neck, but Saori was no longer able to resist.

“ah… ah…”

(Being toyed with by him in such an ugly state…)

Shedding tears of sadness, one is just too miserable. But this sense of sadness instead leads to marvelous excitement.

Even she herself felt the abnormal itchiness of her womb, and the lewd water secreted out increased in concentration.

（”What… What should I do?)

Saori was confused because now it was going to produce the exact same feeling of abusive intoxication that she had felt when she had been tied up by a strange man in a secret club and forced to suck her cock.

Saori clenched her teeth, desperately trying to prevent the collapse of her sanity that was about to occur. One should never reach orgasm while having sex with a loathsome man.

“There’s sexy, isn’t it, Saori, getting better.”

Ichiki began pumping regularly and speaking with confidence.

Saori shook her head desperately, her long hair flowing with it.

“Not yet? I feel more and more waves coming out of your pussy.”

“I didn’t! Ah… You should finish it faster…”

Before she could finish, Ichiki began to ask her to lie prone.

Saori began to resist, lying on her side and using her limbs to hold on without changing her position.

Sweat broke out immediately. If I were to lie prone now and be raped from behind, I would have an even stronger perverted sensation… I had such a premonition.

“Don’t you make me work harder than I have to.”

“Ah… pain… pain…”

“You’re going to be a good boy and do what I say!”

Ichiki gradually exerted the violence and sadism that a college professor shouldn’t have. Grabbing Saori’s black hair from behind and pulling hard, he relentlessly made her take the position he needed.

The beautiful naked body finally flips over and Ichiki immediately presses up from behind. Originally Saori’s left hand was still pressed under her body, but now it was also pulled out to form a prone position for intercourse.

“Don’t! Oh! Umm…”

“Saori, you really don’t like sticking it in from this side of your ass like this?”

“Ah…”

“Hahaha, pissed off? Stick it in you like a wild animal.”

Grasping his breasts with both hands, the sensation mesmerized him at the same time as Ichiki thrust excitedly.

(The beautiful associate professor of Seonggye University, you can’t even see people in this condition now.) (Ah, what a relief.)

Orange River Saori’s voluptuous flesh was now at his free disposal, inhaling deeply the hairy scent emanating from her black hair, kissing it on her snowy white back and occasionally slapping her palms on her plump ass.

“Oh, it’s getting clenched in the cunt.”

“ah… ah…”

Saori whimpered and started wiggling her ass as if she couldn’t help it.

“Spare me… spare me…”

The lewd smell of sweat and lewd water mixing grew stronger.

“Hey, hey, hey, so you like to fuck from behind.”

Now that he had finally chased Saori to the edge of the cliff, Ichimoku had infinite emotions, and his own excitement was gradually reaching its peak.

(I succeeded. This woman really does have a considerable desire for abuse.) According to Ichiki’s past experience, a woman who can get hotter than normal from behind is bound to have a perverted desire for abuse. Moreover, Saori is now being penetrated from behind, her hair is being grabbed and her ass is being beaten, so the more she looks like a bitch, the more she shows her lustful appearance.

(It’s much more fun that way. It’ll be even better when it’s thoroughly tortured with ropes.) Grasping Saori’s secret made Ichimoku very excited, and with the tightening and clenching of the flesh hole, Ichimoku’s rod was already erected to its maximum.

He felt it was time to move on to the final stage. It should have taken a little longer if he could only do it once, but there were still sick games waiting, and Negishi was probably going crazy waiting.

Saori flopped down to the ground revealing a look that made it difficult for her to even breathe, Ichiki used both hands to pull Saori’s willow waist up, Saori who was already in the trance realm just moaned feebly and turned into a position where she landed on all four feet.

Holding onto the plump ass, Ichiki pushed forward with all the strength of his body.

“Oh, Saori, your pussy is so tight.”

“ah… no… ah… ah…”

“Umm…”

Encountering the strong contraction of her pussy, Ichiki let out a hum of excitement. Moving back and forth with all his might.

“Saori… is coming… is coming… is coming.”

The sensation of breaking through the fountain of faculties is clearly felt.

“Umm… Umm…”

Saori lifted her drooping head up, her hair scattered to the sides, her upper body thrown back violently, and from her mouth came a grunt that sounded like a broken spirit.

“Saori, you can’t take it anymore, heh heh heh.”

“ah… ah…”

“Coming… Coming…”

Grabbing the swaying breasts, Ichiki began to make the final attack. Pushing his uterus hard with his glans while rotating and twisting, then jerking it two or three times.

“AH…” As she was being shaken back and forth, suddenly Saori’s whole body stiffened.

“Ummm… Ummm…” came out of her throat in a disembodied voice, while her body spasmed violently, enjoying the orgasm and wiggling her buttocks in an almost lustful manner.

Seeing this reaction from Saori, Ichimoku also climbed to the limit in a flash.

“Ah… can’t stand it…”

The strong feeling of bonding, which he had never felt in the past, made him cum violently.

“Oops… don’t…”

Knowing that a loathsome man’s bodily fluids were pouring into her body, Saori cried out and then caused new spasms.

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It can be said that for the first time in his life, he ejaculated so comfortably and intensely that Ichiki’s rod remained in Saori’s meat hole afterwards.

The waves of orgasm had passed, but Saori’s fleshy hole still continued to contract, and it was possible to have a tawdry sensation even when the rod was placed inside without moving.

Saori collapsed onto the quilt and passed out as she reached the peak of her orgasm. On top of her sweaty, voluptuous nude body, Ichiki’s body was pressed tightly against it.

There is a soothing sense of fatigue throughout the body and a sense of victory in the heart.

(I was victorious. I finally fucked Orange River Saori and made her pass out…) I pressed myself against Saori’s body and smelled the fragrance of her black hair, and I felt that what I had just experienced was something that I would never forget.

Just then, the door opened slightly and a ray of light shot in.

“Professor, may I come in?”

Negishi asked in a small voice. He was the one who had been waiting next door and must have seen Ichiki and Saori fucking completely.

Ichiki made the OK signal with his hand.

When she lifted her face, she realized that because she was so comfortable, she drooled and stained Saori’s beautiful black hair, so she wiped her mouth on one side and smiled bitterly on the other before withdrawing her rod.

When the nectar-soaked rod withdrew, the fiery mucous membrane in the flesh hole seemed to stay wrapped around it.

(Oh, isn’t that enough?)

A beautiful woman who came back from studying at Harvard has such kinky sex hidden in her body and is surprised while feeling like she has dug up a treasure. The woman who developed a lustful unrequited love with him didn’t just have a wonderful sex organ, she also had perverted tendencies. Feeling that Saori was cute at this time, he stirred in his meat hole with his just half withdrawn rod. The passed out Saori subconsciously let out a hum.

At this point Negishi couldn’t wait any longer and pulled the door open and said.

“Professor, it’s time to cut her loose, it’s been going on for a full hour.”

“Has it been that long?”

Because of overzealousness, the passage of time is not felt at all.

“Exactly this is very rare, take souvenir photos of the two of you.”

Magnesium lights flashed and the sound of the shutter being pressed was heard.

Seeing Saori’s snow-white naked body in the flash, and the obscene posture of the two men who had just finished their beastly sex act.

In the intense flash of the limelight “Orange River-sensei, how does the rope taste?”

Negishi licked his lips as he spoke.

“I’ve also seen that videotape of my teacher being tied up and blowing her horn, and it was so sexy that I masturbated several times a night. When the teacher is in lecture class, I also think about the way the teacher blows her horn, and my rod can’t help but get hard.”

“Negishi… even you…”

Saori pulled herself together, shook her black hair a bit to face Negishi, and glared at him with big beautiful eyes. That expression had an indescribable poignancy. It increased the man’s desire for abuse.

“Last time it was tied from clothes. Now it tastes different again when it’s tied directly to your body, doesn’t it. Isn’t it already on fire in your pussy.”

At this point the bundle is complete.

Saori clenched her teeth in anger. But what she found hard to believe was that Negishi was not wrong. The sensation caused by the twine on her body, the pressure of her breasts, made her uncontrollably aroused. Especially with the aftermath of her orgasm still on her body, she was probably even more sensitive to this kind of perverted stimulation.

“What’s going to happen to me? A photo shoot should be enough.”

“I’m not going to threaten with pictures, and I’ll have a closer relationship with my teacher in the future anyway.”

“What do you mean by that.”

Saori showed an uneasy tone, at this point there was no longer any of the brash attitude she had shown in school.

“Heh heh heh, you’ll understand later.” Negishi said while pulling the rope: “Sensei, stand up.”

“Ah… too much…”

Negishi and Ichimaki pull Saori up by two.

Saori was pulled into the next room where the lights were particularly bright. Saori’s body was of course naked and her hands were tied behind her back.

Beautiful cheeks are red and swollen on both left and right. She resisted fiercely when she was dragged here and kicked Ichiki in the stomach with her foot, so Ichiki slapped her mercilessly.

Standing with her back to the pillar of the room, Saori becomes the object of abuse.

“When it comes down to it, be a good slave to the two of us, why put your own skin through the wringer.”

Negishi began to persuade Saori as soon as he secured her to the room post.

There was no way for Saori to hide the flesh that had just been abused, so she could only lower her head and cry.

Ichiki, probably hungry after the battle earlier, began to eat the food on the table, occasionally frowning and rubbing his stomach where he had just been kicked.

“It’s really unseemly for a beautiful and noble woman like Sensei to kick someone with her feet, heh heh heh.”

Negishi said while admiring the associate professor’s naked body. Occasionally, he ran his hands over the breasts or thick pubic hair.

“It was fabulous, the guys at the lecture will be envious.”

Saori couldn’t help but raise her head and say loudly.

“You should know what it means to be ashamed, you’re a student, you’ll regret doing something like this for the rest of your life.”

“Yo, you still want to fight back?”

“I’ll be sure to report you to the police and tell them all about your despicable behavior, just you wait and see.”

“You’re a nagging bitch!”

Negishi’s voice and attitude suddenly changed, giving her a much stronger slap than Ichiki.

“Ah…”

“Teacher, better watch what you say, your beautiful face could turn ugly.”

Then grabbed Saori’s hair and shook it so hard that even Ichimoku looked stunned.

“It’s no use putting on your professorial airs when your clothes are being stripped in such deep mountains. Rather, it’s better to be good and curry favor with us, isn’t it!”

Her face was red and swollen from the beating, and at this point Saori did feel fear, but all she could do was cry.

Chapter 4: Hypnotic Massage of Beautiful Flesh

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Negishi verbally humiliates an associate professor at a lecture, and a naked Orange River Saori stands tied to a room post.

“You probably don’t realize that I saw you in lecture class and wished I could play with you like this at will one day. Boring business studies fall on deaf ears for me.”

Holding the longed-for nude body of the associate professor close to him, he appreciated the smell of sweat and perfume mixed together. With her clothes on she had a slim figure, but when naked her breasts were unexpectedly voluptuous, and Negishi stroked them in ecstasy, bodying out his tongue to lick her neck.

“I didn’t realize the teacher had such a sexy naked body.”

“Please, Negishi… recover your senses.”

“I’m sane, just a little perverted since I was born.”

“You… must have been influenced by Prof. Ichiki.”

“Influenced by him… is it? Hahaha… You’re so stupid… On the contrary, it’s the professor who is under my influence.” Negishi said with a lecherous smile on his face.

“The famous new associate professor at Seonggye University is also too innocent to make a special trip to a hot spring in the countryside and show her pussy naked, heh heh heh heh.”

Crushing Saori’s self-esteem with mean words and beating her on her face or ass at will. Each time, Saori let out a scream of fear. At this time, Negishi was completely different from the class, his attitude and appearance became a different person, and he looked very vicious.

“Listen to me very carefully, don’t think it’s going to be all right if you fuck once or twice, there’s no way you’ll be let back in until you’ve sworn to be our slave.”

“No! I won’t be your slave…”

Saori is immediately slapped when she stubbornly resists.

Saori cried out loud.

“Hey, don’t mess around too much. It’s okay to make her cry with your meat stick, but don’t use violence.” Ichimoku, who was enjoying a fine wine to celebrate reaching his heart  couldn’t help but remind him.

It’s understandable that the young Negishi is afraid that Saori will look down on him, so he takes a preemptive strike, but it doesn’t make sense to bruise Saori’s beautiful face or body.

“And posing as an associate professor. Hmph! You probably got your promotion by pleasing the professor with this body as well.”

“You’re right. ” Ichiki gave a smug smile.

“How many times did you say that you let the department head do it?”

“Negishi… you’re too much… I didn’t realize you were like this…”

Saori wriggled her bound and naked body.

If Negishi had wanted to use violence to gain the upper hand, he had indeed gotten results. Saori had sensed that the young man’s ferocity far exceeded Ichiki’s, and fear had arisen in her heart.

(Ah… Is this a real thing?)

Being raped from behind by Ichiki, and actually reaching an orgasm and passing out, is she still in the world of nightmares, and if she’s dreaming, she should be waking up.

Her face had already been beaten by Negishi to the point where it seemed to swell, and now she was being grabbed by her hair and shaken, producing the pain of having her scalp flayed off as well; she had never encountered this kind of violence in her life, and the intense feeling of humiliation was driving Saori to the point of insanity.

(How could this happen…)

I thought I would only have to do it once, closing my eyes and letting Ichiki abuse me, but I didn’t think I would fall into such a hell afterwards.

Moreover, this man turned out to be her student, and Saori’s sadness was palpable.

“Oops, don’t…”

Saori let out a hoarse sound and that’s when Negishi forced to kiss her.

“You haven’t resigned yourself to the fact that I want you to kiss me.”

“Don’t… absolutely not!”

Saori raised her eyebrows and desperately resisted. Occasionally her lips overlapped, and she absolutely refused to let Negishi’s tongue enter her mouth.

Ichiki, who was watching from the side, put down his glass and let out a laugh.

“That’s impossible. The only thing this woman stubbornly refuses to accept in the midst of intercourse is kissing.”

“Damn it, how long will it take to be godly!”

Negishi looked angrily at the side of the associate professor’s face, wanting to slap her, but not in a position to do so in front of Ichiki.

“How about just using your skills to make her mean that, having just leaked once from my giant rod.

And the woman seems to have a bit of a kinky taste, so it probably won’t take a lot of time.”

Ichiki’s tone was as if to say it’s up to you. He had just gone through a violent sexual intercourse and had achieved the long hoped for ejaculation, so naturally he could maintain a generous attitude.

“Good, had to make you cry out, now to prove you’re a lecherous pervert.”

Negishi pulled up Saori’s jaw and lifted her hanging hair up to look at her beautiful face.

“No matter what is done to me, I will not lose. I’m going to get you guys kicked out of college.”

Revitalizing a spirit that was about to break down, he declared categorically.

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“Heh heh heh! I don’t know how long you’ll last with such a tenacious attitude. But before we get into the game, clean up there, I don’t think I got around to it just now.”

Negishi said in a happy tone, squatting in front of Saori with a few sheets of toilet paper.

“Don’t look! Don’t…”

Saori exclaimed with a reddened face.

After Ichiki’s abuse, the pubic hair on her lower abdomen gave off a wet sheen, creating a very peculiar view. Negishi couldn’t help but lick his lips and reach over.

“Ah… no…”

“Don’t you move… heh heh heh heh… when it’s wet like this, even the tatami mat will get dirty.”

It turned out that Ichiki’s semen was flowing out of his meat hole and dripping down his thighs.

“ah… untie the rope… ah… please…”

Saori cried. Being abused by Ichiki, having her testosterone completely injected into her, and now having the student Negishi watching, there was an indescribable feeling of humiliation.

“Spread your thighs wider!”

“No… don’t…”

“Are you going to take a beating before you do?”

“Ah…”

Her pubic hair was pulled hard by Negishi, and unable to resist the intense pain, Saori had to spread her thighs to the left and right.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, is this the cunt of the newest associate professor? It’s really pretty.”

Negishi stroked the pubic hair, playing with the petals of the sandy weave on one side, the vivid colors and shapes that did not resemble a twenty-eight year old caused Negishi to keep sighing.

“Ugh, so sad… the lovely petals are red and swollen.”

“Umm… Umm…”

Saori gritted her teeth in anger, wanting to kick her foot down in the vile’s face, but afraid of retaliation.

To make it easier to tame, Negishi’s pre-emptive attack in this area worked. And hardening the petals apart, he rolled his fingers in toilet paper and swirled them deep into the fleshy hole.

Saori threw her head back and kept whimpering. Leaving Ichiki’s semen on her face was unpleasant, but Negishi cleaning it with his fingers also made her more upset.

“Phew, that was a lot of cum in there, Professor. Lots of white cum coming out of it.”

“Don’t underestimate me, energy doesn’t lose to a thirty year old yet.”

Ichimoku said proudly. After a full thirty minutes of bonding, culminating in an orgasmic peak, Saori was certainly defiled in her body.

“By the looks of this, it might be pregnant.”

Constantly replacing toilet paper while saying horrible things like this.

“ah… ah…”

Saori twisted her body and cried. I really don’t know what to do if I’m still pregnant with this result.

“How does it feel, Saori-sensei.”

Negishi wiped with toilet paper on one side, occasionally kissing the snow-white thighs while continuing to stimulate Saori with his words.

“You gave a high-minded lecture yesterday, but now you’re oozing lewdness like this, along with the professor’s semen, don’t you think it’s ugly?”

“Ah… so I want you to untie the rope, uh.”

Unable to bear the torture, Saori’s beautiful thighs kept trembling.

But Saori endured the humiliation, and the more she cried, the higher the man’s lust became.

“Heh heh heh. Ah… what a strong smell. It’s the smell of a cunt with an elegant face, after intercourse, that’s especially strong.”

“Don’t say it! Spare me…”

“Well, as an after-sale service, let’s put cream on you, but give me high marks on your test scores.”

Negishi took the tube with the black label from the pocket of his pants, squeezed out the translucent cream, dabbed it on his finger and inserted it into his open vagina.

Saori couldn’t help but hum as she felt a marvelous sense of abnormality within her body.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a very effective medicine for used mucous membranes, especially for women like you who are exceptionally horny.”

Negishi and Ichiki looked at each other and let out a smug laugh.

For today, asking Ichimoku to take money out to Rokkimoto to pay an expensive price for an aphrodisiac.

It’s said to be a drug invented by scientists in the U.S., complete with a special anesthetic made in Mexico, but it’s not certain.

Ichiki came to Negishi’s side and sat down cross-legged, his face red from drinking, completely revealing his horny face, showing an excited expression as he looked at his aphrodisiac-coated pussy.

“Is this the thing you were talking about? How much time does it take to become effective?”

“Soon, just wait and see.”

Negishi carefully applied the aphrodisiac inside and outside the hole.

“Ah… don’t be like that… what exactly is it that’s being applied?”

Saori asked uneasily.

“Don’t you get it yet? It’s a very strong aphrodisiac.”

“Ah… please, don’t use that!”

By this time an abnormal sensation had developed in the mucous membranes and beads of sweat cried out from Saori’s body.

（”What should I do?)

Just now I was bound and abused, and when I secretly filmed it with the camera, I already had a marvelous excitement. Moreover, after Ichiki’s prolonged penetration with his meat stick, there was still a hot sensation in his pussy. Plus at this time and with the aphrodisiac applied, it’s likely that she will perform an unexpected scandalous act.

(No, I’m definitely not a perverted woman.)

Saori told herself this, thinking that it would prevent her from developing a strong sense of sensuality.

“Teacher, don’t tense up like that, the medicine will happen faster if you focus your mind here.”

“This is so mean… ah… oh…”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, there’s something vile about rape, don’t you think, Professor.”

Both Negishi and Ichiki let out lewd laughter, watching the beautiful Saori shake her hair in distress strongly stimulated the men’s libido.

“Heh heh heh, wonderful, soon we’ll be able to catch proof that this woman is a pervert.”

Ichiki hugged Saori’s plump thighs and kissed on the tops of her calves and feet. From the front of the robe, he reveals his newly erected rod.

“Saori ah, by having intercourse from behind, you’ll be able to reach orgasm, so there’s probably no mistaking it. But to reveal such an ugly gesture and still wave with pleasure, you can’t help but admit that you’re a pervert.”

“It’s like it’s starting to squirm in the cunt.”

“There’s really no mistaking it.”

Ichiki’s eyes were bloodshot, but kept gazing at the pussy that Negishi had inserted his fingers into.

“I’m not! I’m not going to let you have your way.”

“Heh heh heh heh, that’s what makes it so good, wiggling your ass up easily has no flavor.”

Negishi said while still rubbing his fingers with the aphrodisiac on it and continued rubbing it inside and outside of his flesh hole.

Saori’s face was flushed from excitement, and new beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

“It’s okay now, and it’s time for me to get naked. When the teacher asks for it, it’s time to stick it in right away.”

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“Teacher, look toward here. It’s going to be a good time to love you with this meat stick.”

Negishi displays his meat stick once he’s undressed.

His body was muscular and thick, and the erection was no match for Ichiki, who was in his fifties.

It just looks ferocious and the umbrella of the glans is beyond words.

“Don’t! Don’t come over.”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t say that.”

Negishi rubbed his rod against Saori’s body and applied the aphrodisiac to his breasts again.

“Such wonderful breasts and beautiful nipples.”

Negishi kept stroking the resilient plump breasts with his hands, his rod was already overflowing transparent mucus from the horse’s mouth, dripping onto Saori’s snow-white thighs.

“Does it feel good to have your breasts fondled after being bound like this?”

“ah… uh…”

“You mean it’s good?”

Seeing Saori’s sensitive reaction, Negishi gave a smug smile.

Negishi’s method of playing with her breasts was very subtle, first grabbing her snow-white breasts with both hands and spinning them around while her fingers wriggled on them like caterpillars, occasionally twisting her already hardened nipples. As if she couldn’t stand the stimulation, Saori kept twisting her naked body.

After such incessant attacks, Saori’s expression began to look somewhat intoxicated, and her whole body was already weak, as if she was barely standing against a pillar.

On the other hand, Ichiki squatted in front of Saori and kept stimulating her pussy with her mouth and fingers.

“It’s already soaking wet in here.”

“Umm… no…”

“The fleshy bean of the cunt core has swelled.”

“ah… ah… uh…”

Saori’s voice faded into a nasal tone, and her naked body, tied to the room post, wriggled as if she couldn’t wait.

“Sensei, you want to kiss now, don’t you?” Negishi stuck out his tongue.

“No!” As if coming to her senses, Saori shook her hot face violently, her beautiful black hair fluttering along with it: “Don’t! Absolutely not!”

“This woman is really arrogant. Professor, she should have her pussy rubbed properly.”

“Hey, hey, hey, leave it to me.”

Ichiki had also tried to kiss earlier and was rejected, and now as if he wanted revenge, he inserted two fingers into his pussy and stirred them lewdly.

“ah… uh…”

“Sensei, it’s hard, isn’t it. If you endure too much, your spirit is misplaced.”

“┅┅”

Saori turned her face away and opened her sexy little mouth, breathing through her mouth. The sensuality inside her body had reached the point where she was about to be unable to hold it back, but still refused to kiss Negishi, it was the only way to keep her sanity intact.

“Don’t you want to kiss me and climb up to heaven a little faster?”

“No!”

“Heh heh heh…”

Negishi also began to gamble. It would have been possible to force a kiss in this state. But now it was only possible if Saori initiated it anyway.

(Ah… What should I do? It’s so sad…)

Saori was gradually being chased to the edge of the cliff. The aphrodisiac-coated pussy, completely contrary to Saori’s will, squirmed obscenely as if it wanted to suck Ichiki’s finger inside. After subconsciously wiggling her ass, she suddenly woke up again, red-faced and admonished herself not to be sexy. The tickling sensation in her breasts was also very strong, producing an electrifying sensation from the edges of her breasts to her erect nipples.

What was even more frightening was that Negishi had changed from the hard rubbing he had done earlier, and was now using the tickling tactic of gentle contact.

(This is too much…)

If my hands were free now, I would love to take the initiative myself and caress my labia and breasts to my heart’s content, I don’t know how wonderful it would be if I could do that.

In front of her, Negishi stuck out his horny tongue and wiggled it, his breath spraying over her face waiting for his chance.

If his tongue was accepted, it might reduce some of the intense tickling sensation in her body. But Saori still desperately resisted the urge to kiss.

(Never lose, not kissing a man like that!)

Saori knew instinctively that once the kiss was over everything was over. If she kissed deeply in this state, the last of her rationality would disintegrate, and she would definitely want a meat stick in her flesh hole, and she would shake her ass lustfully, and like a poisoned person without anesthetic, she would ask for sexual intercourse without thinking about it. Then the men would be as happy as if they had dug up treasure, and would decide that Saori was a perverted woman. For a scholar, that would be an unbearable shame.

In a mind that was almost on the verge of being hazy, Saori swore strongly to herself. Even if this is the kind of insanity, she must not surrender to the men.