Corporal punishment for adulterous mature mothers (2)

Chapter 4: The Succubus Flesh Penal Colony

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The news of Sergeant Mika Shionouchi’s serious injury and the death of FBI search officer Johnson in the line of duty hit me hard as I indulged in lustful pleasures. My heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of my mouth, but the blood vessels in my brain seemed to have turned into a vacuum and I lost the ability to think.

Subconsciously, he lit his cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply into his lungs.

The lungs, which had been free of nicotine for three years, coughed violently at the staff, driving out the smoke as it had never been swallowed so deeply into the lungs.

Perhaps it was the vasoconstriction that brought the blood back to the brain, and the momentary feeling of weakness eased a little, but there was still a strong sense of uneasiness. From a drawer, I took out the tranquilizers given to me by the director of the River Village Hospital and swallowed one without boiling water.

In the happy realm of my indulgence in the game of inbred adultery, there were searching officers from various countries and drug trafficking organizations in a life-and-death battle in faraway Spain, and as a result, there was the woman I loved the most and the old American friend who had saved my life who had met their demise by gunfire.

A pang of heartache and tears fall as I think of the two of them. I hated myself for not being able to travel with them because of my phobia of airplanes. I, whose shooting skills were no match for the FBI, might have been able to cover Mika or Johnson if I had been present. Thinking about it, I kept banging my hand on my desk.

The knock on the door startled me.

Reiko Okae brought coffee and said in a rare hushed voice, “I can understand how you feel, I hope she can be saved.”

I didn’t answer, I just stared blankly at the FBI and DEA awards hanging on the wall, as well as the Honorary Bureau Member’s Certificate of Recognition, and once again remembered how I had met Mika and Johnson.

The phone rings again. The sound of the phone ringing at this moment is the biggest load on the heart. When I picked up the phone after the first ring, I heard the cheerful voice of Mr. Akiyama.

“Iriomoto, you can rejoice. Detective Jonouchi’s injuries have stabilized, and I’ve heard that he’ll be escorted back to Tokyo in two weeks, so you can rest easy.”

The stiff body turned instantly deflated from the uneasiness and nervousness, and sat limply in the chair.

When I think that Chief Akiyama knows that I raped Kayoko in the investigation room during the incident of the Shundei, as well as my relationship with Mika Jounouchi, I can’t help but smile bitterly and thank Chief Akiyama for being so considerate of his subordinates.

I thought to myself, “That’s great! Come back soon. I now realize that I love you more than Kayoko.”

My throat felt bitter from the nicotine and tension, and my head was heavy. But the thought of still seeing Mika’s luscious smile and wonderful flesh energized me for my work, while at the same time I felt hatred towards Kayoko for forgetting my existence and indulging in mother-son adultery. Suddenly I felt hungry and wanted to eat carp rice.

I lifted my spirits and walked out of the office to see Okie and the two young class members who were writing a rare report.

“The police department has no more problems and will be back in two weeks.”

“That’s great.”

The young detectives who longed for the beautiful female police department trained at the FBI cheered in unison. However, policewoman Okae’s reaction was mixed. The face of the lustful policewoman with a fatherly obsession, who had decided that Mika had taken me away, was smiling, but her eyes showed an expression of jealousy and disappointment.

I told the Okie policewoman that I was going out and went to the basement dining room.

Taking a seat in the corner, the waitress came right over and I asked for a meal of the most expensive carp rice, tempted to celebrate Mika’s survival with a glass of beer, but held my tongue.

When I happened to notice the waitress’s body, I was surprised to feel the beauty of maturity, which awakened my lustful heart that had been wilting since the morning.

Around forty years old, not exactly a beauty, but the curves of her breasts and waist are full of the flirtatiousness of a mature woman, and she just looks like a sexy woman. From the big wet eyes and thick lips, I knew that her pussy was bound to be delicious, my rod was violently erect, and clear secretions overflowed from the horse’s mouth.

Maybe it was my lust that made her feel something, she also looked at me with a fiery gaze and gave a sexy smile: “This is the best carp rice.”

After the man and the woman made wooing signs with each other’s eyes for a few dozen seconds, the woman, who subconsciously pushed her pubic mound against the foot of the table, finished her sentence in a sexy voice and wiggled her hips and left.

With my mouth open like a fool, I looked at her with a name tag that read “Matsumura” on her chest and her bouncing ass. I don’t know why she’s working as a waitress in this restaurant with young women, but I think she’d be better suited to work in a better-paying place like a bar or club in Ginza.

Perhaps it was the sight of me that stimulated her flesh, and she kept winking back at me as well.

When she brought me eel rice, I took advantage of the fact that there were no other people around, and boldly shook her hand, saying quietly, “I never thought I’d see such an attractive woman like you in a place like this. You’re getting off work in five o’clock, right? Can you meet me somewhere?”

It was tempting to reach under her skirt and touch there immediately, but still barely restrained the erotic urge.

She also gripped my hand back hard, gave a flirtatious smile, and said softly, “You’re such an unruly officer.

It’s the first time I’ve ever had this kind of thing, with so many fresh girls and looking for a gynoid like me. But I’m really happy. Wonderfully attracted to you from the moment you walked into the restaurant. I get off work at five o’clock, where and what time do I have to meet?” Snow-white, delicate fingers caressed my palm like they were caressing a glans.

I decided to meet at 6:00 at the Western Restaurant in Namikoto.

The eel rice tasted pretty good, but the thought of the pleasure of having dinner with her only made me eat half the amount.

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When I returned to my office humming a nasal song and organizing my materials, Reiko Okae brought in tea without knocking. Without saying anything, I handed her the official document presented to the section chief, but she sat on my desk and refused to move, and sighed and made a gesture of seducing me.

“You look completely different than you did a moment ago. Probably that woman’s stuff holds don’t well, it’s infuriating.”

I decided to ignore her and make a Parker card face. It’s no fun to socialize with a slut like her, and it wasn’t really my intention to have sex with her last time. Just acting like she was my woman like that really hurt my feelings.

Recently I have seen high school students and women in their early thirties feeling not only uneasy but also fearful about the future of Japan, because they appear rude, only pursuing their egos, with empty heads and no sense of shame.

Of course, Reiko Okae didn’t know how I felt, and with a smile on her face that any other man would probably consider sexy, she spread her legs and twisted her body towards me, and said in what she thought was a sexy voice: “Please, have sex with me! I can’t forget the feeling of brutal penetration with your hard rod. Come on! I’m already wet here and my pussy is erect.”

Reiko Okae paused for a moment and continued, “A strong man is not ashamed of a woman. Look! This is the cunt that belongs to you, it doesn’t matter, the door is locked now.”

Cursing myself for being a horny man, I couldn’t help but look up the young policewoman’s skirt under her dark blue uniform.

This slut really wasn’t wearing any panties, and smelled of sweet and sour lewdness mixed with perfume and shame scum.

She pulled her skirt up to her stomach, took off her heels, and lifted her beautifully slender legs up to the desk, forming an M-font, exposing her blossoming kinky blossoms to my eyes.

Although I have no interest in young girls, but when I saw her pussy which had the appearance of a hot woman, the horny me still could not help but make my meat stick erect and gazed there with wide eyes.

“Ah… don’t look at me like that… hug me… come on, stick your firm rod in my bad pussy! I’ll play with it for you!”

Reiko said in an annoyed voice and began caressing her nub with her hand, her fingers plunging into her fleshy hole and stirring it, her ass swaying on the desk.

If it was the head of the class who was horny when he saw a young woman, he would have held her ass, sucked on her pussy nucleus, and drank hard from the lewd water that gushed out. I wasn’t lacking in female sex, so I wasn’t moved by it.

I sat in my chair, arms wrapped around my chest, coldly observing the masturbating slutty policewoman.

“Ah… it’s so good… I’m going to let it out… just stick it in.” Snow-white fingers caressed the pussy, and lewd water flowed from the perineum onto the desk.

The look of a woman on the verge of letting out is indeed sexy, and I can still barely restrain the temptation.

“You like men’s meat sticks like that, go to the head of the class!”

Receiving my cold treatment, Reiko’s beautiful cheeks twisted and tears streamed from her large eyes.

She was already beautiful, and with her sadistic nature, her tearful pleading was sexy, but for me, who liked mature women, there seemed to be something missing. Besides, I was about to meet a mature and sexy waitress at the restaurant, and even though I had an erection, I didn’t have enough time to play with this 25 year old slut.

With her beauty and body, there should be no lack of men, but for some reason, she likes unremarkable men like me and the chief of the class, which makes me puzzled. If she were in the United States, she would see a psychiatrist at the police hospital. The Japanese have an aversion to psychiatry, so she would never go there.

In my judgment, Reiko may have been extremely damaged both physically and mentally during her teenage years. It is said that in the abnormal society of the United States, it is common to see beautiful girls who have been sexually abused by older men, such as fathers or uncles, and who have lost their virginity, but who have also developed sexual joy as a result of it, grow up to be adults and are often unable to develop feelings for men of their own generation.

Men who experience male pleasure through mother-son adultery are the same, and my “son” with Kayoko is an example.

Unlike me, I can only be truly mesmerized by a fully mature woman, a fully mature sex organ like a porker about to rot, and the lewd skills that such a woman displays.

Many men think that women are best when they are young and beautiful, but in fact, they are big idiots who don’t know what women are like.

Just because there are stinky men who are willing to buy, there are young women who don’t care about selling their panties stained with lewdness and urine, or letting pornographic magazines photograph their breasts and asses with demented smiles as if they had forgotten their shame in their mother’s womb. Can there be real sex and lust for them?

It would be fine if it was a woman’s hobby, but I can physically make my penis erect, I just can’t get the idea of intercourse. I still believe that only a 40 year old woman with a fully mature body and mind can have the best taste.

“You are bad! You’re the not-human sadist who puts women to shame! I want you so much and I can’t believe you won’t give it to me. Are your wife’s and Mika’s pussies that good? I’m so unconvinced! If I let myself out like this, I’ll hang myself for you to see. Ah… I can’t… I’m going to let it out… Please, at least let me let it out with your fingers! Uncle.” Reiko, with her eyes in a trance of desperate need, begged in a hoarse sobbing voice.

This led me to believe that the beautiful Reiko must have had a tragic past that became the source of her illness, and I couldn’t help but feel the desire to learn the truth about it.

The most effective way to get such a lewd abused woman to speak from the heart is to ask the lewd pulsing pussy core. It’s the first time she’s called me uncle today, so I’m sure there’s some reason for that.

“Okay! Reiko, put your hands behind your neck and spread your legs a little wider while I masturbate you to make you leak.”

Large bloodshot eyes suddenly sparked with lust as she assumed the position I had requested.

“Great! Uncle is willing to punish me. But don’t just play with your hands, punish my pussy with a hard, big rod! I’ll be a good woman in bed like mom.”

The frantic look in Reiko Okae’s eyes and trembling voice indicated that she ran back into the memories of her former Kobo.

My guess as to what turned Reiko into a masochist is probably not wrong.

I inserted my index and middle fingers into my pussy, rubbing my thumb against the hardened nub, and I probed again with the words, “Reiko, you want to have sex in front of Mommy, don’t you?”

Reiko’s eyes widened, her spasming hole clamped down on my finger, and she let out a screaming voice from her red lips: “No. Don’t call me mommy! Don’t call me mom, I’ll die of shame. It turns out that uncle likes mom more than I do! Tell me I can fuck like mommy!”

At twenty-five years old, a woman who looked like a teenager at this point, Reiko Okae was pulled back to the horrible past, almost forgetting that this was her workplace and that I was her boss.

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I quickly thought of Reiko’s origin questionnaire from my memories.

Her father, a doctor, had somehow committed suicide when she was in elementary school, and Reiko had no brothers or sisters; her only relative was Mieko, now forty-five years old. She’s now a top designer in the ready-to-wear industry, and as I think about her beauty and mature flesh, my demonic nature stirs in my lower body.

Whenever I see Reiko, I can tell what kind of woman her mom is. I’ve never considered Reiko’s mom as my date, but now it seems like I’m about to add another one to my list of mature women.

Reiko’s lewd noises were even higher, and her ass was writhing even more rapidly, clamping down on my fingers in her fleshy hole while oozing out copious amounts of lewd fluid.

“Reiko, are you comfortable? Let it out as fast as you’re comfortable. I’d love to fuck your mom. Mieko’s ripe taste is so much better than a young woman’s just narrow flesh hole.”

“No, you can’t with my mom. I gave you my virginity and I’m your only woman. Fuck me in front of my mom! Play with my ass too. Ah… I’m about to give out… torture me harder… pull out my pussy core… ah…”

Hysterical cries, extreme deflation and spasms in the flesh hole, the beautiful young flesh rocking violently back and forth.

“Mom, see, I’m going to give out… Mom, I’m Uncle’s slave…”

After coming up for air and shouting, and spewing a large amount of nectar from her meat hole, Reiko collapsed on top of me with her whole body weak.

Until her orgasmic seizure was discarded, I held the beautiful policewoman in my arms and licked her tears and lips so that I would know the reason why Reiko Okae was looking for a middle-aged man to have sex with.

When Reiko was a young girl, her mother, Mieko, became a slave to the lustful desires of her husband’s brother and sister-in-law. When Reiko’s father realizes that his beloved wife has become the object of his brother’s and sister-in-law’s lust, he is devastated and desperate, leading to his suicide.

After a few more years, and after Reiko has become a woman, the lecherous couple begs their tired sister-in-law to provide their daughter’s virginity for their pleasure. Mieko desperately resists her brothers-in-law’s cruel demands, but is brutally abused every night.

In this way, one night, the beautiful maiden Reiko is abused by her uncle in front of her crying mother, and then, after being conditioned to be abused and accustomed to the pleasures of abuse, she gradually sees her mother as a rival to her uncle’s lust and incestuous love, and thus forms an ambiguous relationship.

After a few minutes, Reiko regained consciousness. I caressed Reiko’s erect nub as I spoke my reasoning. Reiko wept as she heard me reveal her horrible past. But her flesh, which had been abused since she was a teenager, became even more aroused, and her nipple swelled and hardened even more as I stroked it with my fingers.

“Yes… Mom and I were the sex slaves of my uncle and aunt, and I’ve heard my mother’s cries of abuse since I was in elementary school, seeing her flesh hung upside down or kissing my aunt’s pussy, and my uncle whipping my mother’s buttocks with a leather whip.

I got my period at the age of eleven, so I guess that would be considered precocious! At this point I knew that when my mom cried out from cruel abuse, she was actually pleasuring herself, right? I also heard the sounds of men and women having sex and masturbated with excitement.

On the night of my twelfth birthday, my uncle pierced my hymen and asshole in front of my mom. I still remember how humiliating and painful it was, because it was my mom who held my uncle’s rod in her hand and inserted it into my pussy. Auntie had sex with me, who was bleeding my virginity… and mom cried as she was forced to suck on my virginity-soaked rod.

From that day on, there were always four of us, whether we were sleeping or bathing. Mom and I, we were abused by our uncle and aunt every night… even when we had our periods… ah… so comfortable…”

Reiko, in the midst of her agonizing memories, fell somewhat like the mature cunt of a forty year old woman, spasming violently and spewing out fiery lewd juices.

“Hug me harder… please… you’re just like my uncle. A woman can never forget the man who possessed her virginity… Mom was the same way… She was raped by her uncle when she was fifteen, and after she married Dad, she still had sex with him… Dad committed suicide when he found out about it.

Hurry up and have sex with me… Consider it a mercy for me! Don’t just play with your fingers… The year I graduated from high school, my uncle died, naked on top of my mom…”

Knowing that everything was as I had presumed, I smiled smugly and looked at my watch, already approaching the time of my date with the waitress. Although it was a man’s duty to make the beautiful policewoman reach her urgent lust, he still couldn’t give up on the mature waitress. Feeling that I had to make Reiko leak at least once more to fulfill my manly duty, I mobilized the fingers of both hands.

Reiko, whose charms and pleas were not accepted, looked at her with resentment and shouted hysterically, “You can’t play with your hands like this. I’ll go crazy… Uncle still can’t get enough of me… It must be mom who’s satisfied…”

At this point, Reiko was again under the illusion that she was being abused by her uncle. I matched her situation and moved my fingers more vigorously.

“If you want to fuck me, bring your mom here and I’ll fuck you after I fuck Mieko!”

“Ah… Uncle… it’s too cruel. Don’t have sex with mom… I hate mom… I can’t wait to kill her when I hear her lustful cries! Ah… no… let me let it out!”

Reiko’s unusually excited look was like an illustration of the mother-daughter duo vying for Uncle Junior’s, and also Uncle’s, affections.

Both Reiko’s fleshy holes, front and back, quivered with powerful clenching of my fingers; the swollen nubs pulsed, almost rupturing.

Reiko’s sobbing voice expressed her submission: “Do you want mommy no matter what? Well, I’m going to hold my uncle’s rod in my hand and stick it in my mommy’s hole. But make sure you love me and fuck me too.”

I took the opportunity to ask, “When? Where are you going to have sex with Mieko?”

“Tomorrow night at my house. But let me abuse mom beforehand!”

After Reiko screamed her jealous frenzy at her beautiful mom, an intense orgasm caused her body to stiffen and spew a second eruption of lust.

Her uncles, to add to the lust for abuse, make the beautiful mother and daughter torture each other and perform lewd acts of mutual humiliation.

I held the girlishly weeping Reiko in my arms and kissed the weeping wet face until she calmed down. But my rod kept looking forward to the taste of the beautiful widow Mieko Okae’s pussy and was always in an erect state.

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Thirty minutes later, I met her at the promised western restaurant.

While looking around for her, I heard a sexy voice calling my name. With a flirty smile on her face and dressed in Italian designer clothes, she looked like a middle to upper class noblewoman, which made my eyes widen with excitement.

It is said that men are attracted to noble women, while women are intrigued by the bestiality of lowly men, and it seems that we are such a pair.

There was no such thing as a noble profession, but wearing a waitress’s uniform in the police station’s cafeteria and having horny cops looking at plump flesh with lustful eyes didn’t suit her as much as her current outfit did.

My disobedient son, the moment he saw her, swelled so violently that he almost pushed up his underwear, looking forward to a quick meeting with a mature woman’s wet pussy.

After we ordered, she said in a voice that tickled her turtle head, “Are you surprised? A woman is an elf. My name is Matsumura Yuko, and I’m honored to meet you. I like people like you, do you have any happy programs after dinner?”

Sachiko smiled brightly and ran her hand under the dining table to stroke the base of my thigh. Her hand met something hard and a strong wave of electricity shot straight to the top of my head as Sachiko let out a winking laugh and tightened her grip on my rod.

“Your wife must be very happy to have such wonderful things to love her every day. I’m a widow with no children and very lonely, so I’m about to get hysterical with jealousy. Will you forget about your wife tonight and abuse the poor woman to your heart’s content? Mr. Policeman.”

In response to Sachiko’s enthusiasm, I nonchalantly slipped my hand inside her skirt. As I imagined, the bottom of her panties was already covered in nectar, and my fingers encountered blossoming, ripe pussy lips and an erect nub.

Looking around, the guests were too preoccupied with conversation to notice others.

During the meal, we kept running our hands over the roots of our lust.

After walking out of the restaurant, I immediately took a taxi to the hotel in front of the palace and asked for a suite on the 18th floor.

With no other guests in the elevator, I revealed my sadistic nature and grabbed Sachiko’s ample breasts from her clothes while pulling down her panties and playing with her wet pussy and nub, as well as inserting my fingers into her anus and stirring them.

Instead of rejecting such cruel caresses, Sachiko sobbed with even more excitement, wriggling her body, letting her sex rub against my fingers, wiggling her ass to demand a passionate kiss, and that’s how I got another attractive, sadistic, mature woman.

“Ah… I really like you… I just love it when you play with me so hard. Ah… it’s great… just torture me to death tonight… my ass is still a virgin and I’m going to dedicate it to you!”

The elevator reached the eighteenth floor just as she said exactly what I was expecting.

I walked out of the elevator with my arm around her thin waist, the corridor was very quiet, there was no atmosphere of people walking around, and I couldn’t wait to get my meat inside my pussy.

With that, he walked to his room, barely restraining the strong urge to do so.

Sachiko looks at me with a look of expectant fear and I slap her across the face, lifting up her skirt and pulling down to her knees the light blue boxers are also Italian.

Women who like to wear fancy lingerie, especially mature women who have been married, almost invariably enjoy rough sex.

“In a place like this? I don’t want to…” The corners of her mouth quivered as she spoke, and her large, moist eyes indicated that she wanted to be raped immediately.

I sneered and slapped her across the face again. You can tell the extent of this woman’s sadism by the reaction that occurs when you slap her in the face that you think you have charm.

Sachiko clenched her teeth again this time and didn’t make a sound, but her eyes popped up with a look of pleasure at being abused with lust, no doubt the look of a woman with abusive lust, and I concluded that she didn’t have a lot of actual experience to fall back on.

For a woman like Kayoko, who was trained as a slave from the time she was a young girl to the time she got married, it was possible to indulge in masochistic pleasures without any fear, but for a woman who had a normal sex life, it was my hobby to slowly train her from the age of forty or so.

This woman, if she already has the qualities to be abused, the conditioning progresses several times faster than a younger woman and can blossom into the most desirable woman. Sachiko Matsumura is exactly the kind of woman who deserves to be trained.

“Everything is as you wish… but don’t hit me in the face, it’s too embarrassing in a place like this…”

I laughed coldly at the contradictory words of the woman who was expecting to be abused, “Who said anything about having sex with you? You’re a slut who lacks a man’s rod! Take off your panties and walk to your room with your ass exposed!”

A mixed expression of peace of mind and disappointment appeared on Sachiko’s face, bending her upper body to take off her panties and handing them over to my hand, lowering her head in embarrassment. The shy expression of a beautiful mature woman is more cute and sexy than a young woman.

From the other end of the corridor came the waitress’s voice, and Sachiko looked at me with a panicked look.

Cuffing her hands behind her back, he pointed in the direction of suite 1809: “Let’s go! Someone’s coming.”

The humiliation of losing her freedom in handcuffs seemed to make Sachiko even more aroused, her lips trembling slightly as she bit her teeth. Thinking that she might meet other people, she lowered the front of her skirt and lifted only the back up to her ass.

Fingers were inserted into the meaty hole, digging in and out on one side. The contraction that almost pinched my finger off and the wonderful attraction gave me the urge to stick my rod in right away.

“Ah… that’s great… I’m going to give out… Do you always abuse your wife like this? I’m so envious. She’s a much more beautiful and lovely woman than I am, isn’t she? And her pussy must be very tight, right? Please, treat me as you would her!”

Sachiko made hysterical noises and wiggled her plump ass, swaying forward.

I put my mouth on her ear and said quietly, “Sachiko, your pussy is very good. You can have confidence in yourself, compared to my wife’s flabby pussy, yours is still like a virgin’s pussy, and it must be very comfortable to penetrate. You’re not a widow, but a divorced woman, right? I really don’t understand how your husband is willing to divorce you, do you have a gigolo?”

Sachiko’s intoxicated expression appeared a hint of regret, frowned and said: “That’s my relationship. I broke up with my husband because he was so frigid about sex that he would only love me once every ten days, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wish I had a cruel man with a big… penis… like you to torment me. Ah… why is it so comfortable… play with me harder… play with my clitoris… ┅┅┅┅ also spank my ass… abuse my breasts!”

Sachiko’s moist eyes opened wide, her lips trembled continuously, although she loved her husband deeply, but because of the abnormal unsatisfied lust, she had to divorce, and could not meet the ideal man, the mature beauty who lived a bitter life, finally encountered me, the lecherous beast, and the long suppressed desire to be abused began to explode.

I felt both adorable and pity for Sachiko’s appearance like that.

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Later, I heard her say that she was working as a waitress in the police station’s cafeteria, partly as a diversion from her single life, partly because she had no skills or qualifications, partly because she was not young and could not find a suitable job other than in a specialized field, and partly because police officers were more sadistic. Perhaps one could meet the ideal man and become a waitress with this frame of mind.

I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at her thoughts, but as far as the outcome was concerned, Sachiko’s judgment should have been right.

Violent American movies whose influence is indeed great cause Sachiko to have a special impression of the police.

From the era of pioneering in the West, that is to develop the habit of using guns to protect themselves, so to this day the gun still symbolizes a strong man and sex, I am also a gun enthusiast, I do not hesitate to shoot when necessary, but the pursuit of sexual pleasure will not be randomly used to rob.

I told Yuko Matsumura everything about myself, a couple of sex slaves, and the beautiful female police department who loved her work partner more than her wife, and even the fact that I handcuffed and raped my current wife in the police station’s investigations room before marriage and was dismissed from my job for it, etc.

Sachiko had become enamored with my brutal kinky skills, and instead of being scared, she became even more enamored with me.

“That’s okay! I am so happy that you told me everything. It doesn’t matter how many women there are besides your wife, let me be your slave too! I can’t wait to be with you every day, and I have to endure it now until you come to me. From now on, I may not be able to live without you, and I will never be able to meet a man like you. Please, don’t abandon me…”

Sachiko’s face was pressed against my chest, sobbing on one side and caressing my rod on the other, indicating that she was going to be my woman forever.

“I wish to have that beautiful policewoman torture me in front of you. I haven’t had any homosexual experience yet and I hope you’ll teach me.” That’s how Sachiko expects to get a taste of homosexual abuse as well.

A woman with a penchant for being abused and intense jealousy wants the man she loves and the woman the man loves to work together to humiliate her. I agreed to let Mika and Eiko molest Sachiko’s homosexuality.

At the place where there was only one meter left to reach room 1809, Sachiko let out a whimpering sound, her upper body leaning on the wall and twisting non-stop. The expression of tightly frowning, pupils losing focus, and snow-white teeth biting her lips was very sexy, which indicated that an orgasm was imminent.

The ass had ample fat, but the belly was flat, and her body swayed as she walked while her flesh hole rubbed against the two fingers I inserted. I made a cruel sadistic face specially for a sadistic woman, slapped my bra-less breasts from my top and inserted the extra fingers again.

“Bitch, get outta here!”

“Ah… spare me! Don’t do it there. It hurts… I can’t hold it anymore… ┅┅┅┅ Let me let it out… just let me let it out right here…”

The sound and expression of a mature woman’s pussy contracting strongly and crying lustfully is just right for my sexual appetite, so I’m really thankful for the eel rice from the restaurant that gave me the chance.

“Can I let it out? Just let me let it out!”

Seeing Beauty’s lewd expression made me unable to resist rewarding her with a slap.

“Missing the meat pussy, about to give out? Aren’t you anxious in this place where someone might pass by? Let it out if you want to! I’m not ashamed to be seen. But you’ll have to accept the punishment of having your pussy swell up and having to fuck me anally. Your anus is still a virgin, isn’t it? Why haven’t you played with it for your husband? Just so, you have made an unforgivable mistake and I will make your anus a woman.”

A dozen or so back and forth smacks on the breasts and face, then digging her fingers into the front and back flesh holes, followed by caressing the erected-to-maximum pussy core.

Sachiko was writhing her ass frantically, her unfocused eyes hovering in mid-air, crying hysterically, and it was a strange thing that no one in the two rows of rooms down the corridor opened their doors and stepped out to look at it for miles!

“Ah… It’s great… This is the first time I’ve done this. Ah… pussy and uterus are melting, they’re coming out…”

The orgasm of sexual desire caused Sachiko to hold onto the wall, push out her naked ass, her whole body trembling, and a large amount of nectar spraying onto my fingers.

I wrapped Sachiko’s limp body in my arms, put my nectar-stained finger in her mouth and asked her to suck on it, and reminded her to prepare herself mentally, “I’m not going to let you sleep tonight, I’m going to use blood, tears, and lewdness to show you the horrible taste of being a beautiful woman.”

Sachiko’s expression kept twitching out of fear and anticipation, and we walked into room 1809 like that.

Sachiko wanted to shower first, and clean her body with a douche before having sex.

I slapped her twice and made her fall to her knees.

“You undress, then undress me, cupping and sucking your beloved rod. I’m going to teach you from the beginning what a masochist should do, obey orders immediately or be whipped!”

Sachiko watched with mesmerized eyes as I nodded my head and stripped off her body. Obviously, the atmosphere of her being abused is elevated because of my cruel tone.

The mature flesh of the childless forty-two year old was more attractive than I had expected, and within seconds, my lower half was naked as well.

Seeing the fully erect rod, Sachiko showed an expression of admiration and exclamation, sticking out her pink tongue to lick her own lips.

“Satisfied? Kinky bitch!” I asked as I grabbed her breasts and rubbed them together.

“That’s great! I want to… How can it be so big and hard? I’ve never seen such a huge rod before. I’m sure I’ll cry from the pain. It doesn’t matter, I’m willing to let you abuse me as much as you want, even if I die.”

Sachiko gasped, cupping her hands around the rod and caressing it passionately.

The technique of playing with the nub was also perfect, and when clear lubrication flowed from the horse’s mouth, it would be dabbed on with my fingers and smeared on the glans and shaft, the intense pleasure causing me to grunt. The fresh taste of having a woman I’m meeting for the first time caressing a rod, as well as having her perform oral sex, is always the best.

“You start sucking first! Wiggle your ass on one side as you masturbate yourself.”

Sachiko nods happily and immediately swallows the glans into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue while playing with her fleshy hole and nub, her plump ass and breasts jiggling with it.

I, who usually lasted a long time, wanted to cum in less than a few minutes and hastily pulled my rod out of her mouth.

“Stand up! Let me see you masturbate. You’re going to have to get yourself deflated again.”

Sachiko staggered to her feet with a mesmerized look in her eyes, wriggling her beautiful body and playing with her pussy even harder.

“Please! Better to have intercourse with me first! Then I’ll accept any punishment. I can’t bear to think about your rod because I haven’t had sex with a man for two years… Please stick it in me…”

When I heard her pleas, I also felt the desire to have sex, and my compassion was born. In the past, I would have ignored a woman’s pleas, and would have abused her until she could no longer let out, and only then would I have appreciated the taste of her pussy.

But the intense desire coming from my cock made me change my mind and tied her hands behind her back with her stockings, roughly pushed her down on the carpet and couldn’t wait to jump on top of her.

“Ah… rub it against her pussy nucleus a little faster, and thrust it hard to the root after making her anxious to the core.”

“Great… so good… so good… harder!” In response to the unrelenting thrusts, Sachiko raised her ass to meet them, her flesh hole clamping down on my rod and drawing it inward before spewing out a large amount of obscene fluid.

“I’m leaking… darling, this is the first time I’ve ever had such a good… I’m so happy…”

Listening to Sachiko’s lewd voice, I continued my relentless thrusting.

Chapter 5: A Deserted Infatuation

５－１

“It’s really good, it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like this… I still want to… It should be the greatest happiness to let you abuse me to death with that meat stick as big as a horse. I was right to work in a restaurant because I was able to meet a man of your brutal strength. Are you satisfied with my body? If you are not, then use the whip and rope to teach me to make her satisfied with you.”

The aftermath of her third violent and passionate coitus still caused her breasts and stomach to undulate. Snow-white fingers held the half-shrunken rod and caressed it lovingly.

“I didn’t realize it was still hard like this. Did my pussy make you comfortable? I don’t want to be comfortable on my own, I’d like to be a woman who can please you. Please, ride my tits, I’m going to rub you with my breasts on one side and suck on the other, I want to drink your cum.”

That sweet talk and pleading expression was pitiful, having become a completely devoted sex slave, the not yet fully satisfied rod started pulsing again.

She showed me her face with her make-up off, and at the same time, she gripped her rod hard. Mature beauties don’t need to wear make-up, and the tired look after a good fuck is sexier and more attractive than with heavy make-up. That’s why Kayoko knew about my hobby a year ago and stopped wearing makeup a year ago.

“So hard! Just punish my hungry, bad cunt really hard with this thing!”

Sachiko murmured to me in a lust-filled husky voice, inciting my arousal, and I dropped the butt in the ashtray and pressed myself against Sachiko, clamping my hands over her face and kissing her voraciously, congratulating myself for being lucky enough to have come across such a superior sadistic woman.

It was kind of a good thing that Kayoko no longer felt sorry for her since she saw her reveling in mother-son adultery with her fake son’s beautiful boy.

Kissing her until she was on the verge of suffocating, she lifted her body and moved to the underside of her breasts as Yuko wished, placing her rod on the very deep cleavage.

“Rub my rod with your breasts while you lick the glans!”

Sachiko’s eyes regained their lustre and she rubbed the rod with her two ample breasts, then looked at the glans like the protruding gills of a Hyakubu snake with an enraptured look, stuck out her red tongue and licked her lips, saying, “What a hard rod, I’m going to leak just looking at it like this, because it’s at least three times thicker than my ex-husband’s, and it’s so long and hard… I’m really envious of your wife… I really envy your wife… every night, when she can To have such a good thing to lust after every night. What a happy woman. Your wife must be a sexy beauty with a pussy as good as mine, right? I was very unconvinced, but I wanted to see her. You’d tie me up naked and let me watch you fuck your wife, wouldn’t you? I would go crazy with jealousy and excitement!”

Sachiko Matsumura is as much of a masochist as I’d expect, with no experience of homosexuality, but clearly with that kind of intent.

“Please! Play with my pussy now! I love it when you laugh that cruel, cold laugh. Anyway, I’m a slut who expects slutty men to play with me. As long as it’s a man I like, play with me any way you want.

I know you want a wife to torture me, right? That’s okay, I want a woman more beautiful than me, or your wife to torture me to death. I saw my ex-husband bringing young women to love each other in our conjugal bed while I was away, and although I am not a lesbian, I developed a desire to be tortured by the woman who penetrated my husband’s rod and made lewd cries. However, my husband was not a sadist and married that woman right after the divorce. Ahhh… please, be merciless in your abuse!”

Sachiko lifted her head after voicing her abusive desires and swallowed my glans hard into her mouth.

I reached behind me with my left hand and found my wet, hot pussy, plunging my finger into the fleshy hole and stirring it while rubbing the pulsing nub.

“And make it hard! Beat my pussy… pluck my pussy hair… break the worst of my pussy nucleus!

A woman commits a crime because she has a clitoris…”

I withdrew my left hand and used my right to open my wet pussy lips, clamping down on the nub and twisting it hard, pulling off several pubic hairs in quick succession, mesmerized by the sound of the beating on my pussy and the spasming flesh.

“Ah… it hurts… it’s really good… there’s nothing wrong with it… that’s what I wanted… ah… I really shouldn’t have a clitoris…”

When I slapped my labia for the eighth time and twisted the engorged and swollen nucleus, Sachiko’s body bounced so violently that I almost fell off of her, let out an obscene cry, and at the same time, spewed out a large amount of nectar, turning my whole body into a limp mass, and said in a trembling voice, “I’ve ejaculated… again… I’m going to ejaculate several more times…”

For the first time, I really tasted the pleasure of being abused and showed a girlishly cute expression that enticed me to almost cum, so I had to desperately hold back.

“Don’t… don’t ejaculate… ejaculate in your pussy or ass…” probably sensing the atmosphere that I was about to ejaculate, Sachiko exclaimed with a gasp.

Breathing felt difficult due to my weight on her body. When I got off the bed, Sachiko turned her body and lay on her back, spreading her thighs. The plump ass that left handprints behind, demanded to be wriggled as if for punishment.

Masochistic charmed women love anal sex, but I still love a hot, wet pussy, and as long as the virgin at the back door is the one I get it’s enough.

Pulling the belt from her pants, she whipped it across her writhing ass. Sachiko’s writhing ass stopped in an instant, the intense pain causing her to suck in a breath and then let out a scream.

“Stand up! Don’t pout! Already think you’re my woman? How I punish your body is my business. Sachiko, don’t forget that.”

５－２

“Please forgive me… I was wrong… Please punish me…” With a fearful expression in her eyes, she endured the pain in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s. Subconsciously playing with her pussy with her right hand, while wiggling her ass at the same time.

I light up my cigarette and take a few puffs, pulling out a Coke from the fridge and drinking it in one gulp before taking the empty bottle to Sachiko, who’s still whimpering.

“Who gave you permission to masturbate? Do you really want a man’s rod that badly? Stand in front of the mirror and get it with this! It’s going to be cool and comfortable. Now just wiggle your ass as much as you can and get it yourself! Absolutely no resistance from you.”

Sachiko looks at the coke bottle, then at my rod, and shakes her head with a resentful expression, “Don’t let me use that thing! Let me do it with my hand!”

After I sneered like a devil, I slapped Sachiko’s mouth and immediately blood spilled out.

“Beat it! I love being beaten, and even if I were to die by you, I wouldn’t regret it…” Yuko cried out in agony, her ample breasts swaying with her.

“Yeah? One bottle isn’t enough, is it! Because there are two holes.”

I brought another bottle of coke, opened the lid and stuck it in Sachiko’s mouth.

Seeing the way she gulped it down, like an abused woman receiving holy water, this woman was a typical example of Eiko’s favorite.

When the empty bottles are empty pull Sachiko to stand in front of the wall mirror and have her hold an empty bottle in each hand while I hold the strap in my hand.

“Spare me… or let me fuck you…”

“No way! Insert this into the front and back flesh holes and wiggle your ass.”

I lit the lighter and the flame approached the breasts. Showing a look of pain and fear that is never tiresome to see.

Sachiko, with tears in her eyes, looked at me with spiteful eyes, chirped and whimpered out of her mouth, and inserted the spout of the bottle into her pussy and anus with a trembling hand.

Sachiko let out a squeal and wriggled her voluptuous body while she began to slowly thrust. As the thrusting motions accelerated and hardened, Sachiko’s eyes showed another wild look.

“Ah… it’s cruel… it hurts… don’t look at me like that… I’m so miserable…”

I relentlessly slapped her in the face several times in a row, she is sexy and beautiful face being slapped would be more exciting than her beautiful breasts being slapped. Kayoko had said that hitting her face in front of a lot of people would excite her to the point of leaking.

While punching her face, she pinched Sachiko’s beautiful nose hard and made obscene angry noises at her.

“Ah… hit me hard… hit me so hard that I can’t go out… I’m leaking again… I can’t stand it… my ass and pussy feel like they’re melting. Don’t leave me alone tonight… do whatever you want with me…”

This time I hit my breasts hard and twisted my nipples at the same time: “Is that good? But don’t let it out! Wiggle your ass harder, thrust the bottle deep and twist.”

A look of fear and pain appeared on Sachiko’s face as she screamed hysterically, “Spare me… I can’t go back in… anymore.”

The coke bottle entered up to the shoulder, but I wanted to penetrate to the thickest part even if I let my meat hole split open at this point. Sachiko desperately begged, and it may be too much to ask of a woman who hasn’t given birth, but I made sure to do it.

To be able to see clearly, she was told to put one foot on the chair and then to whip it back and forth across her breasts or cleavage. Matsumura Sachiko, as I expected, endured the pain and sobbed as she obeyed the order.

“See… is this okay?… you’re such a cruel person.”

Sachiko endured the pain and swallowed the coke bottle that was thicker than my rod, the mouth of the flesh hole that was about to split, and the blood-filled chrysalis door, looked beautiful and unusual, and I sighed deeply in satisfaction.

Sachiko had already passed this hurdle, but I still ordered her to thrust harder with my whip and roar.

“How was it? It’s good, isn’t it! Insert it into your womb and twist it! A slut like you is better suited for this kind of thing than a real meat stick.”

Looking at her in pain, I purposely rubbed my rod to show her.

“Ah… it hurts… it’s going to split… but it’s good… can I play with the pussy? Because it’s impossible to release…”

I scoffed at her, “No way! Only with a whip and a coke bottle! You touch a pussy and I’ll twist it off.”

“Yes… I know… so don’t fight…”

Sachiko begged not to be whipped, but her moist eyes bubbled with yearning for another kind of pain.

“See… all the way in!”

The coke bottle was halfway in, but it stopped pumping.

“Is that the end of it? To wiggle your ass and thrust as if there were two men thrusting in front and behind you at the same time.

If you can’t do it, do you know what will become of your breasts?”

I used a lighter flame on my breasts for a bit and then burned down towards my non-stop heaving stomach.

When Yuko smelled the burning pubic hair, she cried out in submission, “Ah… no more burning… you’re not a human being… you’re a cruel devil!”

Sachiko once again pumped the coke bottles in both flesh holes and let out sobs of pain. But she couldn’t hide it from my eyes, she did feel immense pleasure in her pain.

“Ah… it hurts, but it’s very comfortable… it’s too cruel to let me out like this… at least stick the rod in my ass and let me out…”

Sachiko, like any other sadistic woman, has a voice that seems especially cute when it’s sexy, and incites my sadistic desires even more.

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I desperately tried to hold back the urge to pull out the coke bottle myself. Resisting the desire to thrust my meat stick in hard, I let out a sneer while shaking my head. This kind of conditioning of a sadistic woman should never be sympathetic, she must be completely obedient.

“Okay, I’ll let myself out… but please play with my clitoris…”

I refused her request and relentlessly continued to spank her breasts, and pinch the sensitive nipples. The pain here is directly connected to the uterus and the nucleus, changing the pain into an inverted sense of pleasure and beauty.

All the masochists I’ve played with in the past have climaxed and deflated while torturing their breasts. Sachiko Matsumura is certainly no exception, whimpering and crying out about the pain, but pumping the coke bottle with increasing vigor.

The “plop, plop, plop” sound as it was withdrawn and then reinserted, along with her whimpering, made for the most beautiful music.

“Ah… great… I can’t… can I release?”

“Good! I promise! You let it out! Bitch…”

Finally two more swats on the breasts.

Sachiko’s body leaned back: “Ah… I’m leaking… Please see… I’m so happy to be your sex slave… Please don’t abandon me… Please embrace me…”

It was her first act with a coke bottle.

At this point, looking at me with unfocused eyes and a limp body on her knees, this is the most flattering pose for a sadistic woman.

I’ve never been so satisfied in my first time. I think it’s a shame to have such a good woman working in a restaurant.

“Can I suck on it? Please… let me do it…”

Spoken like a cute teenage girl, hands cupped around the rod, holding the penis and scrotum.

The more I look at this woman, the more she makes me lust, a very lovely woman.

Pushing the glans against her mouth, Sachiko stuck out her pink tongue and rubbed it against the horse’s mouth.

“I’m so happy to have met you, and at the same time I feel sad… I’m jealous of your wife…”

I let out a sneer and violently thrust my rod into her mouth.

At this point, I suddenly thought that perhaps Kayoko would be pregnant with Tsubasa’s child, and my hatred turned into strong killing intent. Before Kayoko could wake up from her lustful dream of the mother-son adultery game, perhaps it would be better if I didn’t go home for a while. During that time, I can live with Matsumura Yuko.

When I made up my mind like this, I told everything that had happened between Kayoko and me. Sachiko’s jealous expression gradually changed to one of joy and hope, and her lips and tongue caressed her penis more passionately.

I held back from cumming and took her to the bed after letting her mouth leave.

“You are exactly what I dreamed of and I love you! I hope to be tormented by you every day. From tonight on, come to my house! I’m a woman, so I know that Kayoko’s obsession with that teenager won’t be awake for a while.

No need to divorce her, just live with me for now! I’ll quit my job and be a lovely slave to your satisfaction.”

“Can you stand it? I’m an inhuman sadist.”

Sachiko nodded repeatedly with mesmerized eyes.

Just as I was hugging the lovely woman tightly and kissing her passionately, the ringer of the caller, which I had forgotten to turn off, snapped on.

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The phone number shown on the caller was a female police officer from the same class, Okazue, and she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Glancing to Sachiko on the bed, she then picked up the phone.

After hearing three rings, the person answered the phone.

“Hello! This is Okie.”

Hearing the sexy voice of Okae Reiko, my shrinking rod instantly became erect again. Almost forgetting about Sachiko’s existence, I said in an excited voice, “Sorry to bother you in the middle of the night, I’m Iriomoto!”

Reiko Okae’s voice reminded me of her mom, Mieko, and the beautiful naked girl waiting for me on the bed, but I was already fantasizing about penetrating Mieko’s pussy, and the hungry widow would probably make me cum in less than ten minutes of endurance, right?

At some point, Sachiko had come to my side and pinched my ass so hard it was like peeling a layer of skin. She rubbed my rod and rubbed her wet pussy lips against my thighs.

“It’s a woman, isn’t it? You’re such a bad person! I hate to cut this thing off so you can’t have sex with other women.”

From the phone came Reiko’s voice: “I’m calling you at night for three important things.” Reiko’s tone had changed, probably because she realized that I had a woman with me.

“Say what you have to say, I’m busy.”

Reiko scoffed, “Aren’t you happy? Were you about to cum just now? I don’t know where the sexy mature girl is tonight with you. Kayoko must have been crying and waiting for your call, that’s the first thing. The second is even worse news, I received a notification from Akiyama in the evening, it’s said that Detective Jounouchi’s condition has worsened and his return has been delayed, it’s a blood transfusion that caused hepatitis and he needs to recuperate for a while. I’m so sorry, it’s so sad to see you two, one in Tokyo and the other in Madera, such a hot couple.”

It’s not like Reiko Okae is being sarcastic, it’s like she’s really sad, and it’s messing with my mind. I wanted to visit her, but there was nothing I could do about it, I really hated my phobia of airplanes.

“Don’t worry! Inspector Mika is a strong woman with a vajra body and will definitely be back in a few months. Inspector, another thing… Another thing… Another thing is good news, the personnel order has been issued. Congratulations!”

Reiko Okae’s voice changed to cheerfulness before I realized with a jolt that she had referred to me as a police officer.

“Released on September 1, Detective Sergeant Iriomoto became the head of the Inspection Division, and the current division chief was promoted to police inspector and reassigned to the H Police Department, Chief.”

“Would you like to meet with my mother? Of course I’m along for the ride, we’re gay, mom’s a femme fatale, and it must be wonderful to have a threesome with mother and daughter at the same time.”

“Forget it! Stupid woman!”

My heart was in turmoil, so of course I wasn’t in the mood to flirt with her. I couldn’t help but hang up the phone with a yell and hugged Sachiko, who was trembling on the side. The rich breasts and soft stomach pressed against my skin, somewhat easing my disturbed state of mind.

For me, Mika Shionouchi is more than just an object of sexual intercourse, she is a reliable partner who has struggled with death many times together. She’s beautiful and capable, a friend who’s brave and good at fighting, and who’s more than a match for any male detective.

It was so humbling to think of Mika, who was injured in faraway Madrid, while I was still having sex with other women, and my hard rod began to shrivel up inside Sachiko.

Unaware of this, Sachiko lets out a disgruntled grunt and clutches me tightly wiggling her ass and clamping down on my rod.

“How could it be! Was it hard and tired already? Tired of playing? Am I no good? Or is there something to worry about? I see, it’s for a woman.” Sachiko let out a voice filled with jealousy because her lust was not satisfied.

I was speechless and could only pray in my heart for Mika to get well soon and return home quickly, while holding Sachiko tightly. The flesh of a beautiful woman is a marvelous thing, and holding it in my arms removes the bitter brain.

“Please, get hard! I love you so much already that I can’t leave, I’m going to use my pussy to make you forget about that woman, kiss me…” Sachiko said in a passionate and husky voice while stretching out her sexy lips for a kiss.

The tender flesh in my meaty hole contracted intermittently, as if sucking on the glans, gradually reenergizing me.

“Great! It’s slowly getting hard again.” Sachiko let out a happy grunt and wiggled her ass wildly, her breasts squashing against mine.

I mercilessly drove Mika away from my heart, I want to reward the lovely woman who has devoted her body and mind to me with lewd skill, which is also a man’s duty.

I decided that Kayoko had become completely intoxicated with the young meat of a fourteen year old pretty boy; Mika, who couldn’t go a day without a man, must have slept with the man with the green eyes so that I would have no worries.

“That’s great… even harder than before… My pussy is making you feel good, isn’t it? I won’t give it to another woman… ah… I’m going to leak… tie me up again and let me leak until I’m out of my juices… I want the man I love to humiliate me to death…”

“Bitch! Don’t forget what you said.”

I wiggled my ass hard, digging out the rod with my glans as if I were trying to dig out the tender flesh of my flesh hole. The distinctive sound of the meat hole mesmerizes me, while hitting my pulsating breasts hard.

“Ah… it hurts… but it’s so good…” Sachiko put her hands behind her back with a mesmerized look.

“Tie me up… hang me… for more brutal abuse. I won’t regret it if I die like this.”

The sweet raspy voice, the sexy pose with raised eyebrows, the mature flesh, and the shyness shown from all over the body are all perfectly to my taste, the perfect sex slave.

Chapter 6 Traces of Misery

６－１

I flopped down on my bed and smoked, exhaling a cloud of purple smoke with a contented sigh.

It’s like this every time, an indispensable ritual to smoke a cigarette after enjoying all the kinky pleasures.

I finally got promoted to class president, but I’m not happy at all.

Police inspections are known as police hunters in the U.S. and are hated by fellow police officers, and there are many cases of police corruption and lawlessness in Japan every year, and they are gradually increasing. So someone has to do the work of rectifying the situation, but it is not suitable for a violent police officer like me who takes the evil path.

The ass-kissers in office who catch corrupt cops put on a sullen face and make statements in defense of justice at press conferences.

I’m going to refrain from talking to the public, those are left to the supervisors. I don’t want my police partner to be the subject of the news media, no matter what bad things have been done. If necessary, settle for a bullet from my handgun, not for justice, but to punish the bad guy with an execution.

“Ah… good… I’m going to leak again… play with me hard!” Sachiko let out another lustful sound and twisted her body.

She hadn’t woken up from her slumber yet, and her frowning, slightly open-mouthed sleeping face, without makeup but with traces of desolation, was sexy and cute to me, and was probably still coitus with me in her dreams!

Holding her breasts tightly in one hand and roaming over her pussy with the other, he wanted to keep toying with her until dawn to make her pass out. But now a strong erotic desire arises again, and after extinguishing the cigarette butt, rubbing the glans against her muttering lips, clear liquid flows from the horse’s mouth into her mouth, and Sachiko, who is still dreaming, subconsciously wriggles her lips and tongue.

I was about to insert Sachiko’s mouth when I happened to see the wall clock on the wall and the time was nine fifteen. I didn’t care about being late, but I couldn’t skip the promotion ceremony in the director’s office at ten o’clock. It’s not in my personality to participate in a boring ceremony like that, but with a police officer’s salary and a managerial appointment, I had to reluctantly go and save the fun for the evening.

A naked Sachiko hugged me from behind as I put on my shirt and tie after shaving.

“Are you leaving? I’ll be lonely. I can’t get over you anymore. If I am abandoned, I will hang myself naked in front of your wife. Come back to me at night and do whatever you want, I’ll be willing to be abused to death.”

The frenzied confession made it impossible for me to answer, so I held her close and kissed her passionately while caressing her breasts and her wet, fleshy hole and pussy core.

Hearing her speak of the sadistic woman who would hang herself naked to death in front of the man’s wife stimulated my lustful sadistic desire and my rod snapped back to erection.

“Please, come now! I can’t hold back until the night.” Sachiko said pulling down the zipper on the front of her pants.

Moves like this sometimes make me erotic, and sometimes they make me angry.

I pushed her away ruthlessly, slapping her hard across the face that showed a resentful expression, grabbing the erect nipple and twisting it hard; such demands before work only made me cranky.

“Don’t pussy out! Bitch! It’s up to me to decide if I want to fuck or not. Can’t wait for the night to masturbate yourself, stick a beer bottle in it and whimper!”

Tears slid down her face and her beautiful cherry lips trembled with the whimpers.

Beautiful women even look good when they cry, but women who let the lustful blood rush to the top of their heads can no longer tell right from wrong and are difficult to deal with.

Scratchy, who couldn’t stand the pleasure of abuse, abandoned her considerate husband of fifteen years and finally met a lecherous beast like me, the abuse syndrome of a mature woman like her had already reached a rather serious state.

The pain of being rejected and abused by the man (myself) whom I fell in love with at first sight and spent the night with, instead, fanned the flames of Sachiko’s desire to be abused.

“Okay… I’ll get it myself. Are you tired of playing with me? Or am I too slutty and annoying? Or does your wife’s pussy taste better? Anyway, I’m a one-night stand similar to a whore, so it’s only right that I be discarded like this. But, please, at least see me leak! The cold look in your eyes makes me feel wonderful.”

Sachiko cried out, gazing at me with lustful color in her eyes while rubbing her ample breasts, digging her pussy almost on the verge of tearing it apart, and frantically wiggling her hips back and forth in a performance of self-mutilating masturbation.

“Ah… great… I still want to… beat me up! Swell my face and my breasts. Even if you lie to me, say that you love me… I’ll never forget you again… Ah… I love you… I’d be better off dead if I didn’t have your thick penis to love me! Hit me… order me to let it out!”

Her display of sadism and the sound of her invocations struck a deep chord in my heart, but I made her stand in front of the mirror on the sink so she could look at her slutty self.

“Be mesmerized by your own slutty appearance, just let it out in all your waves! You say you love me, laugh your ass off! You’re a slut who would drop her pants to any man!” Deliberately uttering harsh words, he let out a sneer.

Sachiko stared at me in the mirror and her own beautiful torso with a wide-eyed expression of not distress and humiliation, but pleasure, and knew she was about to give out by the way she wriggled her flesh and the watery sound of her fingers digging into her pussy.

“You are not human! No blood, no tears, a beast.”

Saying spiteful words like vomiting blood, grabbing her hair and shaking her head violently, revealing her shaved armpits, an action no other woman had ever done, made me feel fresh and couldn’t help but palm on her breasts.

“Ah… I can’t… I’m going to give out… my uterus is melting…” Yuko screamed violently, swinging  closer to the mirror, completely mesmerized by the intense pleasure.

The whole body reveals the thirst and lust for sex, and the expression of shame makes my heart flutter again.

“See… such a large amount of obscene liquid!” A large amount of lusty fluid erupted from between the two fingers inserted in my flesh hole, and she looked at me with a whimpering look in her sad eyes: “It’s so good…”

“Sachiko, I love you too and won’t abandon you.”

I can’t help but take her still trembling flesh in my arms and say the words that I love her with all my heart, stick out my tongue and suck the teardrops from my face. To me now, the loveliest woman who is completely mine alone.

Kayoko has a “son” who is a beautiful young man; Mika has a husband and is injured; and all the other women have their own men.

“I’m so happy. I’m willing to die as long as it’s for you! I’m a sex slave who belongs to you alone!”

Sachiko responded with a passionate kiss, vowing to be my sex slave.

I suddenly remembered to look at my watch, fifteen minutes to ten, barely in time.

Hurriedly kissing her and rushing out toward the door, Sachiko held out a set of keys to me and said in the happy voice of a wife, “Honey, come back early, I’ll be waiting for you.”

６－２

Thirty minutes later, I came up for air and knocked on the door of the superintendent’s office.

“Detective Iriomoto, come in.”

Along with fifteen years of listening, the door opened.

When I was an ordinary criminal police officer, I not only hooked up with the triads, extortion, openly asked for red packets, free food and drink, and played with women for free, but also did illegal investigations privately and shot at every turn, which was typical of a bad criminal police officer. However, for some reason, my boss, Chief of the Akiyama Criminal Division, trusted me and kept me safe and sound.

The only time I used violence against the suspect’s woman (that is, my current wife, Kayoko), and when I committed the act of rape in the investigation room, Chief Akiyama was unable to take my side because of the witnesses from other criminal police officers. However, I was allowed to leave my job without being sent to jail, and I was able to open a private detective agency with a pension.

It’s all thanks to Section Chief Akiyama, for whom I was willing to do and die for any dangerous mission. Adopting me as a member of the Inspection Division again, it’s the idea of fighting drugs with drugs.

I was in front of the superintendent’s desk, holding an upright position.

The Superintendent looked at me and smiled knowingly. Turns out he was looking at my personnel records.

“You’ve had a wide range of experiences.”

I chimed in with a knowing smile.

“Wandering Fear.”

The Superintendent shook his head, indicating that it was surprising that there were such people in the police force, I guess.

Handed me the dispatch and shook my hand. Unlike the officers of the Elite, he had started as a police officer at the lowest level, and his hands were strong and powerful.

“Detective Iriomoto, congratulations. Your mission is very important to the police now, so do your best in the future.

And for your special assignment, Akiyama Police Chief and I will support you.”

The Superintendent shook my hand again, as if a manly friendship had developed between us. After raising my hand in an American salute, I walked out of the office with Chief Akiyama.

When we rode the elevator together, Chief Akiyama asked me out to lunch and said with a worried expression, “I hate to tell you, but the chances of Detective Jonouchi recovering are almost zero.”

I nodded in silence.

“Forget her, it’s fate.”

Mr. Akiyama and I arrived at the Inspection Division. When we entered the class, the eighteen class members applauded and welcomed us. Policewoman Okae put a wreath around my neck and kissed me in front of everyone.

After shaking hands and chilling for a while with Police Chief Donmoto, who had been appointed deputy chief of the division, he entered his own room and took out the SW 3-5-7 pistol from his desk and fitted it to his body, his mood finally settling down.

I told everyone that I was going to buy them all a drink tonight, and asked Ms. Okae to walk out of the Inspection Division after moving my office for me.

When I entered the restaurant, my stomach, which hadn’t eaten anything since the morning, made a “grumbling” sound.

Thinking of Sachiko when she sees the waitress coming to take her order, knowing she won’t be coming to work, she looks around and sees two slightly older women, but much different from Sachiko, obese ugly women.

“What are you having, Iraben? I’ll have the sweet and spicy noodles.”

When I asked for good sushi and a two-hundred-gram steak, the head of the class widened his eyes and smiled thoughtfully.

The light waitress also left eating and laughing at the marvelous combination of sushi and steak.

“I’m relieved to see what you’re eating. That aspect is still thriving, and it really makes me envious.”

Section Chief Akiyama is a strict one-hole man, with no philandering except for his wife, though the tone of his voice is more or less lonely.

Before the food was brought in, Section Chief Akiyama and I each smoked a cigarette, each with our own thoughts, and didn’t speak.

Finish your after-dinner coffee and part ways with the courser.

When I called home from a public phone, Eiko answered the phone.

“Where have you been? You should have at least made contact. Kayoko’s been crying since morning and she wants to apologize to you.

Tsubasa went back last night because he had school.”

Hearing Kayoko’s mournful voice as she woke up from her frantic carnal desires made my heart ache.

“I won’t be going back for a while because of work, so you can stay there! You can call the wing in every night.”

After I finished ruthlessly, I hung up without waiting for Eiko to answer.

As he stepped into the elevator, the caller rang, a personal call from Team Leader Saiji.

Pushing open the door of the Inspection Division, I was greeted with a sexy wink from policewoman Okae, no other division members in sight.

The slutty policewoman wiggled her ass over to me and pressed her breasts and bulging pubic mound against me, stretching out lips reminiscent of a pussy for a kiss, and I couldn’t resist placing a kiss on her mouth.

“Your room has been organized and will be satisfactory. My mom says she hopes to see you soon, a mother-daughter threesome would be wonderful. By the way, your wife called three times, all sad and crying, you are such a bad man, who did you sleep with last night?”

Policewoman Okae is a lovely and intelligent beauty, but to act like she’s my mistress after just one sexual encounter is just too much to bear. And she’s too young for my taste. However, having her dress up as a high school girl and having a threesome with her 40-something year old, beautiful, hot mother probably wouldn’t be too bad, would it?

Reiko gripped my nearly erect cock and tried to pull my hand up her skirt. I pushed her away and walked into the headmaster’s room.

“Take your time about this, I’m busy today, give me a break!”

I locked the door to my room and heard Reiko yelling outside, unable to hear what she was saying.

The chief’s room was much larger than the vice chief’s room. Sitting on a leather chair and looking around, I was very satisfied with the interior furnishings that Reiko had a special talent for, even though it wasn’t as good as the chairman’s room of a first-class company.

When I wanted to pick up the phone, I saw a back-up photo in the corner of the table. When I picked it up, I saw a mature and beautiful nude woman with her hands behind her head and a charming smile, and I could tell at a glance that it was the mother of policewoman Okae, the first-class designer Okae Mieko.

I must be forty-five or six years old, my body still looks like a popular fashion model, and my beautiful and exotic looks make me forget about the woman I fell in love with last night, and my penis starts to get erect. I even forgot about calling Saiji Gonzo, and gripped my rod tightly from my pants, admiring the flesh of the mature beauty.

This photo was probably taken by Reiko, with trees in the yard in the background, and it feels like Mieko is standing and posing on the balcony. It’s backlit at noon, but the magenta light clearly captures the charm of the flesh.

Under the pubic hair you could see the slightly spread pussy lips and protruding pussy all slick with lust and glistening with lust, just my favorite mature and upturned pussy.

There are men who can’t keep one wife satisfied, and I’ve surprised even myself with how horny I am by having fun with a woman I met by chance and then getting interested in another woman the next day.

If diagnosed by a psychiatrist, it must be excessive kleptomania, and I know my symptoms are serious, but I was born with my moral heart forgotten in my mother’s womb, and I’m afraid it’s more difficult than treating anesthetic poisoning.

I couldn’t help but cry and laugh when I heard the Insignia on the intercom.

“Chief, number three is a call from Mr. Nishiji. Are you satisfied with the photos I took of mom’s blind date?”

I didn’t answer Reiko’s words and picked up the microphone.

“I was just about to call you, what can I do for you?”

An anxious and tense atmosphere came out from Saiji’s voice: “It’s not convenient to talk on the phone, can you come here right away?”

“Good! Right away.”

Subconsciously touching the SW three-five-seven pistol stuck on his waist, and with a sense of foreboding, he rushed into the elevator with a quick greeting to the female police officer from Okazoe sitting in the doorway.

Team Leader Saiji was an orthodox gangster who spoke of righteousness and would never smuggle anesthetic or firearms. After twenty years of being his liver and blood, this was the first time I’d heard him panic.

I wanted to use a police car, but thought I was going to a different place and went down the street and stopped a cab.

６－３

Fifteen minutes to reach the West Temple building. He was walking back and forth outside the door like a lion in a pen, his bearded face emaciated, his usual dashing look gone, the cigarettes he had quit six months ago back in his mouth, a packet of butts at the bottom of his feet.

He finally regained his spirits when he saw me coming.

“Saiji, what’s going on?”

“I apologize for calling you out of your busy schedule. Now come with me immediately to see the scene, I really can’t figure out what’s going on.”

We went to the parking lot and got into his beloved Mercedes.

Saiji started the car and said in a sorrowful tone, “It’s like this. Apricot died in her apartment, of course I didn’t kill her, but I was with her from eight o’clock last night until this morning. If the police saw the scene, they must think I’m the murderer, that’s why I asked you to come.”

Counselor was one of his five lovers. Remembered to be thirty-seven or eight years old, she worked as a secretary in Saiji’s office and was Saiji’s favorite woman.

“Are there any signs that someone set you up?”

“I don’t know. Ever since I saw Apricot’s body, I’ve been too messed up to judge things properly. If you want to laugh, laugh! It’s only up to you now. I was supposed to remarry her recently.”

From Saiji’s lowered voice, he felt the sadness of losing the woman he loved.

“I know, just leave everything to me! If someone tries to set you up, I’ll definitely take out that guy. Apricot has a kind personality and is the most suitable woman for you, I wish her peace from the bottom of my heart.”

First time I’ve seen Saiji in tears.

I think of his ex-wife Demon Son who betrayed him a few years ago by running off with a college-educated gigolo, a sultry, sexy woman as her name suggests.

I was asked by him to chase him to the Chin border, shoot the man who resisted with a gun, and bring Demonko back to Tokyo, where Demonko committed suicide after being punished by Saiji according to the black rules.

Arrive at the apartment fifteen minutes later and reach the seventh floor, the highest floor.

Standing in front of the door to Saiji’s room, an ominous feeling made my sweaty hairs stand on end and I faintly smelled the stench of a corpse.

Putting on Kimo’s white gloves, he walked into the living room and saw the fallen body on the floor, the smell of incontinence mixed with urine and semen and women’s lewdness irritating his nostrils.

“I don’t want to look like this for the other cops to see, you know what I mean?”

I nodded silently and knelt beside Apricot’s body, scrutinizing it with a cool eye.

The cause of death was about twelve hours after death, and was caused by twine hanging down from the ornamental lamps on the roof of the house, which was tied around the neck, not at once by strangulation, but by slow asphyxiation through the weight of the body.

The naked body leaned slightly on the leather couch, spreading its snow-white thighs and placing its hands behind its back, wondering if its cervical vertebrae were broken. The head hung down on the chest, black hair compounding the face.

Saiji sat on the edge end of the couch with a lit cigarette and empty eyes.

I gently lifted Apricot’s head after closing my palms to the corpse. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils were slightly protruding, and her pink tongue was sticking out of her half-open mouth.

The still flared nostrils while trying to breathe, all this proves strangulation.

The death was smooth and poignant, and it reminded me of what Mika Jounouchi had told me about her training in the FBI in the United States, where she had seen all kinds of tragic cases of sex crimes.

I slowly turned the already stiffened body to lie on its side in order to confirm the evidence. It was exactly as I had surmised except for one thing.

The hands placed behind her back had their own twisted rope rolled up three times, a thicker and longer than average man’s motorized dildo inserted deep in her pussy, and a large amount of lewdness smeared from her thighs to her anus as well as on the light blue carpet.

It is believed that it was not a homicide, but one thing that makes me doubt it is the behavior done to the body of the beautiful woman who committed suicide.

Nishiji is a sadistic man like me, and Miyamura Akiko, whose husband died prematurely, is also a woman with a natural desire to be abused, so that makes me suspicious.

Apricot was raped anally after death. From the amount of semen that flowed onto the carpet, it was clear that she had been raped at least three times, leaving dozens of fingernail scratches on her plump buttocks, clearly postmortem injuries, quite different from the marks on Saiji’s hands and feet and breasts that she had bound during intercourse.

It’s impossible for Saiji to kill a woman he’s already determined to want to marry with his own hands after playing with her, much less for Imayu to have anal sex after finding Apricot’s body. But it’s hard to prove he’s innocent with my power alone.

Saiji sobbed, “I know, Apricot killed herself, I should say she died of negligence by overindulging in abnormal pleasure.”

“It wasn’t you who did it, so don’t blame yourself, sooner or later it would have turned out that way. Apricot was a severely sadistic woman who couldn’t be satisfied with just whips and ropes, and it can be assumed that she put herself to death. In Europe and America there have long been examples of so-called self-sexual asphyxiation deaths, Japan is currently rare. Now it may seem cruel to you, but it seems that Apricot was anally raped by someone after her death. Whatever the case, in order to prove your innocence, as well as Apricot’s honor, the medical examiner and expert witnesses need to be called in immediately. Don’t worry, they are trustworthy people who won’t leak to the media. You need to understand that, okay?”

I called Dr. HOMURA and S-Police Identification Division Sakanoue, who had cooperated with me for fifteen years, and after briefly explaining the situation, I requested them to come here immediately.

First, restore the body to its original state and re-observe the scene.

Recalling the definition of “death by self-sexual asphyxiation” that Mika used as a pillow story, both men and women who are highly abused have the potential to die a brutal death. These men and women are motivated to strangle themselves while masturbating, and after experiencing orgasms that are more intense than those of ordinary masturbation or sexual intercourse, they will become habitual and unable to extricate themselves from the situation.

When the carotid artery is strongly compressed, the reflex nerves are stimulated and the pulse count drops rapidly. This produces self-abusive sensuality and intoxication, but at the same time loss of consciousness. If the strangulation continues, the trachea becomes completely blocked and death by asphyxiation results.

It was an embarrassing death to say the least, but she herself died in a trance-like realm, shall we say, to fulfill her heart’s desire.

Beginning of my least favorite search.

Under the marble table, I saw light green panties, outlined with a ball-point pen, spread out to see, still had Yuko’s own lewdness and the man’s semen left over from anal sex, emitting a strong lewd stench.

On the opposite chair was the brown leather bag, which when opened revealed something unexpected. It turned out to be a .38 caliber pistol loaded with five rounds of ammunition, and mixed in with cosmetics, notebooks, handkerchiefs, toilet paper, and other miscellaneous items, something even more startling was seen.

I couldn’t tell if it was heroin or cocaine or PCP, but the plastic bag contained about five hundred grams of white powder, and I held the muzzle of the gun between my fingers and asked Saiji with my eyes.

“Not for us.” Saiji replied in a hoarse voice.

Saiji, who likes large caliber pistols, couldn’t have used a gun that is no longer used by the police in various countries. Regarding the anesthetic, I’m certain that he didn’t use it. Someone must have used Apricot to frame Saiji.

Saiji Gonzo’s worried eyes regained their former sharpness, bubbling with anger at the enemies who had framed him.

Observing carefully the suspect’s route of entry and exit, the entrance door was locked with a triple electronic lock and a very thick locking mechanism, making it impossible to pry open. In the keyhole of the kitchen door leading to the mortuary staircase, traces of a screwdriver or knife were seen.

Nishiji showed an incredulous expression and checked the electronic alarms in each room, and the activation switches were all in the “OFF” position.

Hate to believe it, but someone did eliminate the alarm device beforehand.

Saiji’s angry expression disappeared, revealing a bitter demeanor.

Almost forcibly, I asked from the silent Nishiji that Miyazaki, a cadre of Team Y who had been attempting to encroach on his turf, and Detective Wangetsu, who was in charge of outlawing violence in the precincts, must have been coming to his office twice a week.

Collusion between criminal organizations and Interpol has become commonplace.

There’s no way that Wang Yue can buy a foreign car on his criminal police salary, and every time he comes to the office he stares lustfully at Apricot Miyamura.

It was as if I had to go down on my own coworkers.

Call the K police station in the district, find the chief, tell him who I am, and inquire about Detective Wang Yue.

I know from the Chief’s sullen tone that Wang Yue, like me in the past, is a villain who prefers to act alone.

I don’t know where I am other than in the office in the morning and at the end of the afternoon, and I also asked if my shooting and fighting instincts are top notch.

Probably prima donna badass and horny, he looked like my equal and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. I had already hung up when the Director tried to ask me why I was investigating Lookout’s information.

Saiji hurriedly went to the bar in his room to pour a glass of spirits and drank it all in one go, and the way he looked at it made it impossible for me to reproach him.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, and the visitors were President Kawamura as well as the appraisal expert Sakagami.

I introduced them to Saiji and brought them to the scene, where seasoned physicians and appraisers immediately set about examining them.

Dr. Kawamura greeted me and pulled the motorized dildo out of Apricot’s pussy, oozing cum from her open vagina.

I heard Nishiji say that Apricot loved cleanliness and always rinsed her anus and pussy after intercourse, so the suspect raped her pussy after she died.

Itami, who was checking the fingerprints and leftovers, said, “Inspector, I’m sure there’s nothing left, but this is the work of a professional killer. On the plastic bag of the pistol and anesthetic, there are fingerprints of Team Leader Saiji.”

I was confused even though it was the result of my prediction.

The lack of proof of suicide would be unfavorable to Saiji. Even if the semen left in Apricot’s genitals and anus is examined and the blood type is known and it is possible to prove that someone else did it, it will be assumed that Saiji and the murder suspect were in cahoots and deliberately made to look as if Sachiko committed suicide on purpose.

When I was deep in thought, Mr. Kawamura said, “Will there be fingerprints on this woman? You don’t wear gloves when you have sex with a woman! Do you want to check?”

Sakagami, who was using a small vacuum cleaner  to collect dust around the victim, said, “Dean Kawamura is right, let’s try, we might be able to get fingerprints.”

Sakagami sprayed black powder for identification around the body’s breasts, stomach, thighs, buttocks, and sex organs and began a detailed examination.

Shortly afterward, Sakagami smiled with satisfaction and said, “This is a great achievement, Dean Kawamura. We found two fingerprints that don’t belong to Team Leader Nishiji, so let’s compare them right away!”

I called the Supervision and Investigation Division and asked Detective Okae to telex the fingerprints and criminal records of Miyazaki of Unit Y and the fingerprints and personnel records of Detective Wangetsu to the office of Team Leader Nishidera.

Sakami took photos of the fingerprints, Dr. Kawamura wrote the death diagnosis as well as the autopsy certificate.

６－４

After drinking the coffee that Saiji had brewed in the kitchen, the four of us returned to Saiji’s office, and while we waited for the teletype, Saiji scrutinized Apricot’s drawers and closet.

Soon after, he brought a letter with tears in his eyes.

“I found Apricot’s suicide note. Read it. The thought of her suffering… I just…”

‘By the time you read this letter, I will have traveled to another world too far away to return. In gratitude for loving deeply a bad woman like me who betrayed you, after saying my farewell words, I will confide all the sins I have committed.’

This is the opening line of the suicide note.

Six months ago, on her way home, Miyamura Akiko was abducted by Miyazaki of the Y-team and a criminal police officer who colluded with them, gang-raped, videotaped, and threatened to kidnap and rape her younger sister, who works for a leading corporation, and sell her for sex in the Middle East if she refused their demands, in order to make her promise to provide the information she needed in order to take over the Nishijiji turf.

A criminal cop in cahoots with a crime syndicate is obsessed with Apricot’s flesh and calls her out twice a week to rape her. In order to intimidate Nishiji, he installs a high-performance video recorder in the bedroom of the apartment and a wiretap on the telephone for round-the-clock surveillance.

Betraying the man she loves and being humiliated, the poor woman who can’t bear it resolves to commit suicide. This was the day that Saiji proposed to her.

”For you whom I love dearly, I choose to be the most obscene way for a woman to die. To punish myself in this way, please embrace me as I am already dead! My dear, goodbye…”

This is the end of the three suicide notes.

Hearing Saiji’s cries, my ferocious blood couldn’t help but boil. After reading the suicide note, Dean Kawamura and Sakagami put their palms together in mourning to the beautiful woman who died tragically.

The three of us sipped our tea in silence and waited for the fax to come through. As long as the fingerprints matched, the blood type didn’t matter anymore, and I decided to make them pay in my own way.

Hear the fax.

It’s possible that Detective Wangetsu acted cleverly and only assaulted the victim during interrogation and received three warnings aside from that, he has no record of colluding with a criminal organization.

After reading it, hand it over to Sakami for fingerprint comparison.

It had been feared that Miyazaki, who had no previous convictions, had been convicted of intimidation and assault with violence and sentenced to one year in prison each.

Sakagami, who was comparing the fingerprints, suddenly exclaimed excitedly, “Police! It’s a perfect match with the fingerprints of the two people on the body.”

“Thanks! It’s decided. I’ll leave it to you to deal with the aftermath of the body, and I owe you another favor. One more thing I’d like to trouble you with, I’ll give you my police ID, and if something happens to me, I’ll give it to Inspector Akiyama and tell him about it.”

Sakagami took the police ID and silently nodded to me with a look that blessed me with luck.

I thanked Dr. Kawamura and asked him to leave. As he was leaving, he held my hand tightly and said, “Don’t ever die, we’ll be lonely.”

He is the one who has made it his vocation to save lives and at the same time can understand my firm intention.

After the two of them left, I pushed open the door to the team leader’s room.

“The fingerprints match. The ones who set you up are Miyazaki and Wang Yue, I’m going with you, one of them is an active criminal police officer, it’s my job as part of the Supervision and Investigation Division.”

At some point, he had shaved clean and put on a gray suit, a pale smile on his pale face and two guns on his desk.

“Iraben, thank you, I’ve got their location.”

Saiji was also good at shooting, and even if they were to prepare a submachine gun, a shotgun with a twenty-shot burst should suffice.

“The place where those guys were having fun was at the warehouse.”

About fifteen minutes later arrived at the abandoned factory and warehouse I had never been to before. Checking my gun and ammo again before getting out of the car, there was a scraping sound as I pushed open the warehouse’s bulky iron door.

“It’s on the second floor, let’s take off our shoes.”

Quietly walking up the iron staircase, a woman’s dull humming and a man’s husky voice came from the room within.

We gradually approached the door of the room from both sides of the corridor.

“Ah… great… and with sucking.”

“I’m a good sucker for a woman too. Your husband must be very happy, I’ll play with your ass later. Brother Wang Yue, the smell of that woman’s cold ass and pussy in the Western Temple is unforgettable.”

“Nice and wonderful. These women will have to be hung and raped someday.”

Reveling in their sadistic lust, the two beasts dazzled with glee, making agonizing noises from the two mouths that had meat rods shoved into them.

Saiji, who showed an angry expression, informed me with his eyes to rush in. Both of us simultaneously broke the door of the room with our shoulders, and seeing the two men and the forlorn two women, for a split second we were flabbergasted.

The naked woman’s feet were bound with ropes and she hung upside down from the iron beams of the roof, candles stuck inside her bloody, whip-split cunt, wax oil piling up.

The two Succubi also froze in shock, but after all, they were professional killers and quickly pulled their meat sticks out of the women’s mouths and rolled over onto their backs to hold their guns squarely on us.

Our reaction was seconds faster than theirs, and our guns fired at the same time, blood blooming instantly in the center of their foreheads.

“Saiji, you…” shouted Miyazaki in pain, raising his upper body as Saiji shot him twice more. At the same time, my shotgun hit Lookout’s head.

The women’s screams of fear quickly turned into whimpers of joy at being saved. At that moment, I could see Jounouchi Mika smiling charmingly at me: ‘That was great! It’s a shame I couldn’t be with you!

As I untied the two women hanging upside down and lowered them down, I heard Saiji fire two more shots in quick succession. As I tensed back up, I saw blood bubbling out of the two guys’ lower bodies.

[This ends]

P.S. I’m sorry to those of you who liked this article, but I’m not sure if there’s a sequel to this book. Sorry, everyone.

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