Handling: Anonymous
prelude
“Mr. Chita… Chita Store.”
Makoto Aso called out the names of customers inside the bank counter.
That’s a nice, crisp sound.
Finally there was an obese middle-aged man walking up to the counter wearing an undershirt that said Chitanda Store. He was the owner of the green vegetable store on the shopping street.
“Thank you for coming!”
Makoto smiled lightly and took the slip from Chitanda’s hand.
“That’s amazing, I thought you’d be on vacation for a while, but you’re already here at work. Is that okay?”
“Uh, no problem.”
Makoto tilted her head and replied in a small voice, her eyelashes very long.
“That’s good… but it’s really hard on you.”
Chitanda remained standing at the counter, watching Makoto.
His eyes gazed at the breasts hidden in the shirt and undershirt on the female walker’s body.
The female banker looked really good in her regulation olive-colored undershirt, along with a pure white, high-fashion silk blouse.
But Chitanda, who was staring at Makoto’s chest, had eyes like he was looking at a bitch.
Ahhh, he must be thinking again.
My naked breasts…
My naked breasts… when they were being caressed and abused by the inmates
The bra-covered nipples in her shirt began to ache, and Makoto couldn’t help but moan.
“May I… Anything else?”
“No, no, I just can’t imagine you’d still be working here.”
Chitanda watched with slight pity as Makoto walked out of the bank.
“Thank you for coming!”
Endo, standing in the waiting area of the bank, was loud and clear.
Makoto pressed the button to receive the next customer.
It’s a male client in a suit, never seen him before.
“I’m sorry! I’ve kept you waiting.”
At least he wasn’t there then, when Makoto turned into a female animal.
He looked at Makoto with a smile.
It’s a natural sight.
Makoto received him with a smile on her face.
He paused for a moment to tell Makoto about the matter he wanted to run.
It was a male in his early thirties or so, but for a moment, a juvenile expression showed on his face.
Everyone does.
As long as they were in the presence of Makoto, every man had the look of an innocent teenager on his face.
Moreover, the eyes showed as if they were looking at the most popular girl in the class.
Makoto is a beautiful girl with a beautiful face.
Slender eyes, straight nose, small lips, sharp cheeks and jawline.
Not only her looks, but her demeanor and mannerisms were extremely cultured and elegant.
Every man treats Makoto like a goddess.
Makoto isn’t the type of woman with a hot body that men treat as if she’s a young lady from another world. That hasn’t changed from middle school to high school to college.
Since taking the bank exam and working at this branch a little away from the city center, Makoto is still constantly subjected to the longing glances of men towards her.
But since that incident, men’s eyes have changed.
Their eyes all turned as if they were looking at a slutty woman.
But Makoto was not angry at being subjected to the lewd sights of these men, but rather had a sense of pride as a woman.
Because she could already experience that pleasure of being a bitch and being used as a sex object by a male dog.
This is something that surprises even her.
What she couldn’t believe was her physical reaction.
When Makoto stood up with the subpoena and turned to the table behind her, the eyes of all the male bankers in the branch were focused on Makoto’s limbs.
A few seconds ago, the general manager of the branch and the other bankers, who were supposed to be carefully looking at the information in their hands, all looked up at Makoto with greedy eyes as if they wanted to swallow her up.
That’s all good revealing sight.
The males’ eyes were not at all polite as they stared at her freshly changed white shirt and olive colored undershirt and skirt.
Ah… The General Manager also wants to do me… He wants to fuck me… Ah… Why am I saying that? Ah… What’s wrong with me? Ah… But it’s my fault… Ah… And the Manager too… And the Director Sakuma too… Ah… Everyone wants to do Jeongchun… Wants to fuck her…
The hardened nipples ached against the bra.
The panties that clung to her pussy were also moist from the lewd secretions.
She’s changed.
She’s not the true innocent she used to be.
Things like masturbation, which she had never done at all before being coerced by the prisoner.
She’d never thought of rubbing her nipple with her fingers…
And oral sex! That was her first time ever, too.
She hadn’t even sucked her fiancé’s Kheng Hong’s dick…
But the prisoner didn’t believe a word she said.
Because Makoto’s technique was so good when she used her tongue to lick the prisoner’s rod.
Makoto returned to the counter again, eyeing the front.
In front was the hall with three rows of sofas set up for guests to wait.
A male customer in a shirt and jeans stood up.
He put his hand in the bag he cradled in his right hand.
“┅Goro!”
Makoto murmured and collapsed on the spot.
Chapter 1 Targeting the Beautiful Female Banker – True Purity
It’s just after three o’clock.
The automatic doors at the entrance to the bank began to lower.
Mamoru Aso stamps the tax remittance slip and returns it to the customer.
“Everyone worked hard.”
The director’s voice came from behind.
She noticed the sight behind her and turned around to see that it was Yukihiro.
Yukihiro Nakajima. He’s Makoto’s fiancé.
They are scheduled to be married this fall.
Although they glanced at each other, they immediately averted their eyes again.
At the bank, both try not to feel particularly concerned about the other.
But she felt her cheeks starting to heat up already.
What a blessing.
Now might be the happiest time of her life too.
She pressed the button and prepared for the next guest.
There were four other people sitting on the couch.
The man was among them.
He kept looking at her.
Makoto immediately shifted her eyes to the customer approaching the counter.
“Mr. Chita!”
This is a customer in the shopping street in front of the station.
Banks have been taking such small businesses seriously lately.
“It’s for this month.”
The owner of the grocery store took out the bill for paying the health insurance premiums.
“You don’t have to bring it in specially to pay it, you can just pay it when Mr. Nakajima visits your store.”
She knew that Yukihiro, who ran the business, was also in charge of his cases.
“It doesn’t matter, I came to see you specially.” Chitanda said shyly.
“Where…”
Makoto blushed instantly as well.
Her shy expression turned her into something like a painting.
Even though she was twenty-four, she still couldn’t shed her childishness, like a cherry blossom that had just opened its buds.
“Thank you for coming.”
After she stamped and returned the payment slip to Chitanda, she saw the man stand up.
He had walked over before she pressed the button.
Or a shirt and jeans.
He’s been wearing the same clothes this whole week.
“Welcome!”
Though her heart was furtive, Makoto received him with her signature smile.
“I want to save these today.”
After saying that, the man took out his bankbook and thousand dollar bills, showing a smile that was not even a smile.
But his eyes didn’t smile, they just stared at Makoto.
“Welcome! Excuse me, sir.”
“Just call me Goro.”
“How can I… Mr. Natsumoto, thank you for your patronage. In fact, I think it would be more convenient if you could utilize the ATM without having to wait here.”
“Does that trouble you?”
“Where! I’m sorry…”
“That’s good.”
Goro Natsumoto had been coming to the bank every day for a month, and always depositing amounts of one or two thousand dollars.
He seems like a very ordinary man.
He’s all dressed up like a student, but if he puts on a suit, he should look like a serious office worker.
But his eyes, the way he looked at Zenjun was different from ordinary men.
At first, he looked at Makoto with the same adoring eyes as the other men.
But over the past week, his eyes had begun to look inscrutable and puzzling.
The reason is clear.
Because Makoto rejected his advances quite understandably.
She’d only spoken to Summerburn once.
No, that’s not even a speech.
A month ago, Makoto just picked up Natsuhimoto’s wallet in front of the station and told him, “Sir, you dropped something.” That’s all.
That’s all.
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome!”
At that time in the crowded morning crowd, Natsumoto, who turned around, was amazed at Makoto’s beauty.
But this kind of thing was commonplace for Makoto.
So Makoto just smiled at him and walked away.
Now that I think about it, it might have been that smile that caused all the trouble.
The next day, Summerburn came to the bank to open the account head.
Makoto doesn’t remember Natsumoto at all.
Natsumoto had a very disappointed look on his face.
“Tonight’s okay, right?”
As soon as Makoto took the passbook, Natsuhimoto asked in a tone of familiarity.
“What?”
“I said you can go out with me tonight, right?”
“Sir, what do you mean by that…”
“Call me Goro, I want you to call me Goro, Makoto.”
He suddenly called her by her name, causing Zenjun to panic and not know what to do.
She felt in danger and had a feeling something might happen later.
“Don’t you want to go out with me? So pure!”
Shaben slumped onto the counter with his entire body.
By virtue of being taller, he pushed his upper body straight into Makoto.
Miki Nishizawa, the female banker next door, sensed something strange was going on and beckoned Endo, who was in charge of entertaining customers in the lobby, to come over.
“Tonight’s okay, right?”
Natsumoto cupped Makoto’s facial jaws.
Since it happened so suddenly, Makoto didn’t react to anything.
“You’re always so beautiful. Makoto, you’re all mine.”
Shaben began to caress her beautifully defined cheeks with the back of his hand.
“ah, ah…”
Makoto looked at Natsumoto with wide eyes, at his mercy.
The frightened look in her eyes ignited the sadistic nature within the man.
The expression of true innocence aroused the urge in the man’s heart to abuse the woman.
“This gentleman! May I ask what you have to say?”
Endo came over to stop it; he was an old lineman of nearly fifty years.
“I’m talking to Makoto right now, no disturbing me.”
“Just a moment, sir.”
“I said you’re not allowed to disturb us.”
Natsumoto yelled before pulling his pistol out of the gym bag that sat on the counter.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall inside the branch froze.
“Sir, sir, what are you…”
Endo shot out to try and grab that pistol.
“You shut up!”
Natsumoto picks up his pistol and knocks Endo on the forehead with the handle.
With a thud, the smaller Endo fell to the ground with a thud.
“What are you doing!”
The other male linemen saw this and got up and shouted.
“Put your hands up! Hands in the air!”
Natsumoto pulls up on Endo’s chest as he falls to the ground and taps him on the temple with his gun.
Endo was knocked unconscious.
“All hands in the air, no ringing of alarms, I know this stuff exists, I’ve seen it on TV. Get off the table for me, if anyone tries to call the police, I’ll blow his head off.”
The general manager, the manager, the head of the financing department. As well as Yukihiro Nakajima and Honda, who had just returned from the outside, all five male bankers left the table with their hands up.
“You guys too.”
Miki Nishizawa and the other six female linemen also raised their hands and left the table.
“You’re lucky to be staying here, I’ll show you a good show later.”
There were three other guests in the bank including Chita.
They were all male, a small owner of a flower store on a shopping street, and a generally well-dressed white-haired male.
The three guests also looked at Natsuppon and raised their hands in panic, with no resistance at all in their hearts.
“What do you want?” The GM opened his mouth to ask Xaben.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s not money, I’m not asking for money.”
“What’s that? What do you want?”
“So pure!”
Natsumoto looked at Makoto with bloodshot eyes.
She was the only one still sitting in her seat, her white throat and collarbone jutting out from the tension.
“I want you to know that Makoto is my woman alone.”
“Makoto, Makoto… are you talking about Ms. Aso?”
“Aso Makoto! That name really goes with her beautiful looks.”
Natsumoto looked around the hall with wide eyes, his gaze stopping on Yukihiro Nakajima.
“You think so, don’t you?”
Yukihiro was so angry that his eyes filled with blood.
“I was really shocked to realize that Makoto had a fiancé. Makoto already has me, how can she be engaged to another man?”
His gun was still pointed at Endo’s temple.
Endo’s forehead is bleeding.
“Makoto, you’re lying to me, aren’t you, you have a fiancé that’s a lie right?”
“Please… please… put the gun down… Mr. Endo is bleeding… we need to bandage him quickly…”
Makoto’s face had turned back white, but this pallor of hers accelerated the man’s sadistic pleasure.
“Wrapping? You’re such a nice guy, that’s what I love about you. It’s not just your face, you even have a kind heart.”
“Please, Mr. Natsumoto.”
“My name is Goro.”
“Please, Goro.”
Upon being called by a different name, Natsuppon smiled, a very happy smile.
“But before that, there’s something else that needs to be done. Makoto, come help me.”
He happily called Makoto’s name and dumped the contents of his gym bag on the counter.
It’s loaded with handcuffs.
“You use this to cuff their hands and feet.”
Natsumoto handed the handcuffs to Makoto, who came up to him.
Those are SM handcuffs.
It’s for fun, but it can still take away a grown man’s freedom.
“I… Goro… give me the gun, if it’s me you want, I can oblige.” Makoto said shakily.
“I’m going to show that guy here that you’re my woman.” Natsumoto glared at Yukihiro and said, “He’s your fiancé right?”
Makoto was forced to take a step back.
She doesn’t admit it or deny it.
If he admits it, Yukihiro’s life could be in danger.
Yet she couldn’t deny it.
“How the hell? Real pure!”
Natsumoto pressed Makoto again.
“That’s right, I’m Aso Makoto’s fiancé. If you hate me, just find me alone and let the others go.” Yukihiro shouted.
“I don’t hate you at all, and anyway, the engagement is just a formality, and the only person who really loves Makoto deeply is me.”
Natsumoto caressed Makoto’s beautiful face intimately.
Jeongchun closed her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.
She looked like she was in pain, but unusually sexy.
Of course not half the men were sexually aroused yet, but it was true that all of them had their eyes fixed on Makoto’s beauty.
Uneasiness crossed with anger.
But the truth is that these men are not yet conscious of the fact that their own desires have already begun to sprout.
“Stop it! Don’t you dare touch Makoto!” Yukihiro bellowed angrily to stop.
“You call her Makoto? What gives you the right to call her that?”
Natsumoto’s face changed and he hit Endo hard in the forehead again with the handle of his gun.
“Stop!”
There was a loud thud and blood flowed from the new wound.
Makoto wept as she took out a handkerchief to stop Endo’s bleeding.
The pale pink handkerchief leaked red in no time.
“Hey, that woman, you come here too.”
Natsumoto pointed at Miki Nishizawa.
Miki, who was named, approached with her hands up.
Miki is a girl who just got into the bank this spring.
She was twenty-two years old, with short hair and a cute-looking face.
Her big round eyes are her charm, making her feel good like the cute girl next door.
She is different typical from Makoto Aso and is also very popular with customers.
“Your last name is Nishizawa, what’s your name?”
Looking at the name tag on her chest, Natsumoto asked.
Miki’s breasts under her tank top were quite substantial like Makoto’s.
“My, my name is Miki…”
“That’s a good name, and pretty to look at, so if there’s no True Purity, I might have gotten to you.”
Miki had turned blue and her slender limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.
“You two go and cuff them. Come on, move fast.”
Makoto and Miki looked at the GM and waited for him to signal.
The GM nodded with them.
Frankly there’s no choice now but to do it.
Makoto and Miki took the handcuffs and approached the client beside them.
“I’m really sorry…”
Chitanda’s hands clanked in handcuffs, as well as his feet.
Though Chitanda was also green with fear, he kept staring at Makoto.
“All of you come over here and keep your hands up, if you move, not only this guy, but also these guests will die. It’s a pain in the ass if a customer dies, right?”
Shaben smiled wickedly and motioned for all the linemen behind the counter to concentrate in the lobby.
The other five female bankers, along with all the other male bankers, had their hands and feet handcuffed.
The guest sits on the couch with the female banker, while the male bankers gather around.
“Time is precious, now let’s all see me and Makoto getting along.”
Natsumoto used his hand to call Makoto, who was standing with Miki, over.
He caught her face and kissed her heavily.
“No, don’t!”
Makoto reflexively kept her head away.
“What’s wrong? Makoto, embarrassed in front of your coworkers?”
Natsumoto once again forcibly kissed Makoto’s tiny pink delicate lips.
Makoto shook her head violently to shake it off.
Tears moistened her slender eyes.
Teardrop by teardrop down her face.
Of course, Makoto shook her head as a sign of refusal.
But instead, her look of compulsion irritated Natsuppon even more.
To Sharpen, this expression of hers was more charming than a smile.
Natsumoto wiped the streaming tears from her eyes with his fingers.
“No, no!”
Makoto firmly refused, tightening her lips.
“You said no, how dare you not want to kiss me, bitch.”
Shaben shook her off.
With a snap, Makoto fell to the ground.
“Stop!”
Yukihiro, standing behind the couch, rushes at Natsumoto in a fit of pique, but immediately collapses to the ground.
“Strip me! Strip me naked. Makoto, I want you to make amends for fooling me.”
Chapter 2 Torn Uniforms
Goro Natsumoto caught Makoto’s ponytail tied behind her head and pulled her up.
“Get up and strip for me, Makoto.”
“Ru if you want me… I, I’ll give it to you… ah ah ah ah ah, so, please don’t involve the bank’s customers… please let them go first! My, Goro.”
“You get naked first, Makoto, and take it off.”
“If I take off… if I take off my uniform… you will let the guest go, right?”
“Take it off for me, Makoto.”
“I believe you, I take you at your word.”
With that said, Aso Makoto began to undo her olive colored undershirt.
Her fingers were as thin and long as white fish.
“Asao…”
The general manager, full of reluctance, whispered the name of the ministry.
Makoto looked at the GM and nodded to him that it was okay.
Her fiancé fell to the ground, still unable to get up.
Makoto took off her tank top, folded it and set it on the counter, and proceeded to unbutton her shirt.
Unraveling one, two, and on the third she stopped.
By now the bulge of her bra-worthy breasts could be seen.
Looking at the bulging part of her breasts, one could tell that although her arms and legs were slender and her appearance was beautiful, her breasts seemed to be asymmetrical with these, unusually plump.
“How? So pure!”
Natsumoto’s eyes were fixed on Makoto’s cleavage.
“Aaah, please… when we’re both alone, okay? Goro…”
“Take it off for me, Makoto. Show everyone your body, or I’ll take it off for you.”
“No, don’t!”
Makoto took two steps back and proceeded to undo the third and fourth buttons.
The bra she wore underneath was all exposed.
When the season changes, Makoto doesn’t wear shirts.
It was a full-coverage bra with rose embroidery that fit snugly over her extremely substantial breasts.
“I really didn’t think your boobs would be this big.”
Natsumoto wasn’t the only one who felt surprised.
Those general managers, managers, section chiefs, and Honda, who worked with her every day, were also very surprised.
Men never even think about coveting Makoto’s body.
Because they felt that would be an imposture to true and pure beauty.
Everyone was content just to look at her chirpy, elegant beauty.
Men thought she had small breasts.
They also don’t want the Makoto they envision to be a meatball type of woman.
But the fact that Makoto has breasts is more proof that she’s a woman.
Her face was small, so it showed off the large breasts even more.
Shyly, Makoto pulled the shirt out of the head of her skirt, unbuttoned all the buttons, removed the shirt, turned her back to the men, and folded the shirt carefully.
Her back was very slender, with thin straps over her tiny, fragrant shoulders and a luscious waistline.
The short, form-fitting skirt showed off her rounded buttocks.
What a surprise.
It’s amazing how sexy her ass is.
The general manager, the manager, Sakuma, and the young Honda all forgot about the fact that the bank had run into a robber now, and all of them stared at Makoto’s back with amazed eyes.
True and pure backs are really so attractive to men.
Several of these men were also mentally chanting, “Don’t take off your skirt yet too.
Makoto covered her chest with her hands in an X font and faced everyone.
It was fine if she didn’t cover them, but when she did, her already plump breasts became even more sexy and provocative.
The men’s eyes were all focused on that focal point.
“Where’s the best place to take it off again?”
“Aaah… please, no, Goro.”
“You’ll strip for me when I tell you to, and you’ll be punished if you don’t.”
After saying that, Natsuppon caught her hands upward with one hand and grabbed her breasts with the other.
“Ah, no, don’t!”
Makoto’s breasts were so large that even Natsuhimoto couldn’t hold them in one hand.
He caressed her breasts with the palms of his hands, a sight that made other men long for it.
“Ahhh, what great breasts. Ahhh, Makoto, this belongs to me alone.”
Shaben continued to caress her right breast.
“Don’t, don’t… stop… please stop.”
Makoto looked at Natsumoto with tears in her eyes.
That pleading look on her face was so charming.
Seeing her frown made you want to torture her even more.
“Are you taking it off? So pure!”
“Okay, I’ll take off… I’ll do as you say…”
“Great!”
Satisfied, Natsuppon let go of Makoto.
Makoto straightened her messed up hair.
“Where to take off again? So pure!”
“I’ll start with my skirt…”
Makoto began to unbutton the head of her skirt.
Chita, who was sitting at the front of the couch, let out an “Ah!” sound.
Because he saw that Makoto’s nipples were exposed on the outside of her bra.
Her nipples took on a light pink color like that of melted areolas.
Intuiting Chitanda’s sight, Makoto hurriedly put her bra back on.
Her face, neck and collarbones were all red.
Makoto took off her skirt after glancing at Chitanda, who was directly in front of her.
The air in the bank, which was beginning to get thick, was breathless.
The men’s eyes were certainly looking at her lower body.
But through the pantyhose, the coworkers who saw Makoto’s panties immediately averted their eyes.
Only the three guests still kept staring at Makoto’s lower body.
“What for! Take off your pantyhose too.”
Of course Natsumoto’s eyes were on her lower body.
“Yes, yes…”
Makoto crouched forward and began to remove her pantyhose.
Her breasts, which were already very substantial, looked even bigger when she squatted like this.
Although she was wearing a full bra, her breasts were showing as if she were wearing a half bra.
The cleavage is so deep that you really want to reach out and touch it.
Her thighs were also completely exposed, her skin was as white as milk, and her fat and thinness were appropriate and thought provoking.
And while her calves are beautifully defined, her ankles are certainly more so.
After removing her pantyhose, Makoto folded them and placed them on the counter, then immediately turned to her front and covered her hands between her thighs.
The three guests sitting in front of her couldn’t help but have expressions of regret on their faces.
Of the coworkers who had originally averted their gazes, Sakuma also began to slowly steal glances at Makoto’s figure.
Because he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Because he wanted to see it so badly, so badly, he wanted to see Asashoryu Makoto get naked.
Sakuma wasn’t the only one who was tempted by the thought.
Even the ever-calm general manager, the manager, and Honda, who was the same year as Makoto, began to resist the urge to steal glances at Makoto’s torso.
“Put your hands up, Makoto.”
Makoto looked at Natsumoto with pleading eyes.
“I, call, you, put, your, hands, up, up, up, pure!”
He ordered Makoto word for word.
Cowering under his leering authority, Makoto slowly raised her hand.
“Please, please… don’t look, don’t look at me.”
Makoto begged for mercy in a mosquito-like voice.
But this pleading she was doing backfired into temptation.
The eyes of the general manager and the manager were all looking at the female banker who was wearing only a bra and panties.
The panties covering Makoto’s private parts were surprisingly small.
The style is elegant, but the cut is bold, and the entire panty is so small that the pubic hair seems to show through.
Her pubic hair was so thick I don’t know if it was because it was so thick that her pussy looked very full.
All the men in the hall were staring at Makoto’s private parts.
No, there was only one person who wasn’t looking, and that was her fiancé, Yukihiro.
At that moment Yukihiro finally climbed up and stood next to Honda.
“So pure!”
Yukihiro yelled as he watched his fiancée strip down to her underwear.
“Asshole!”
Shaben glared at him and cursed.
“Hey! You’re not allowed to call Makoto by her name.”
Natsumoto approaches the couch and suddenly hits Yukihiro in the stomach with a right hand.
“Uh…”
Yukihiro groaned and crouched down.
“Yukihiro!”
Makoto intuitively ran over.
Her breasts swayed around and she ran to her fiancé.
“Does it matter? Yukihiro.”
Her straight hair hung down over her chest as she looked worriedly at her fiancé.
“I… I’m fine…”
“What are you doing here? Makoto, you’re not allowed to worry about this asshole.”
Natsumoto grabbed Makoto, who was crouching beside Yukihiro, and forcefully pulled her closer to his side.
“No!”
Makoto, who was worried about her fiancé, subconsciously shook off Natsuhimoto’s hand.
“What did you say? Bitch!”
Blushing like a ghost, Natsumoto catches Makoto’s breasts and rips Makoto’s bra.
“Aaah…”
Makoto’s breasts, which were both plump and bouncy, were all exposed.
The general manager, who was standing nearby, all went “Ah!” They all let out a cry and opened their eyes.
Regardless, looking at Aso Makoto’s stripped breasts is more of a priority.
“You like this brat so much? So pure.”
Natsumoto kicked the crouching Yukihiro while grabbing Makoto’s breasts with his hands.
“Don’t! Please stop! Don’t hit him!”
Makoto didn’t care that her breasts were showing, she only cared about her fiancé.
She cried out, looking at Yukihiro, who had fallen to the ground.
But instead, all the concentration of his colleagues at the bank was on Makoto’s breasts that were being kneaded by the bank robbers.
They didn’t care about Yukihiro, who was lying on the ground.
Makoto’s plump breasts were constantly being kneaded.
Organic now.
Natsumoto was playing with Makoto’s breasts with both hands.
The gun was at Summerburn’s feet.
But no one even noticed that.
At least all the men in the hall weren’t focusing on that gun, they were just concentrating on Aso Makoto’s exposed breasts.
Even the three guests sitting on the couch at the front of the room were unapologetic, turning to incline their heads to look.
The look of innocence is so attractive and provocative.
The other female linemen looked on in bewilderment.
Endo, who had collapsed in front of the counter, looked at Yukihiro, who had collapsed behind the couch, with an expression that was on the verge of tears.
Only Miki noticed the gun.
And only Miki can move freely.
But she didn’t move a muscle as if she were nailed down.
Because Natsumoto was like a giant to Miki.
“Heh heh heh! Starting to feel it are you? Makoto, your nipples are already perking up oh.”
Natsumoto kept fondling Makoto’s plump breasts and smiled.
Her white and tender breasts had shown several red finger marks.
“No, don’t… ah ah ah, Yukihiro… answer me.”
Makoto looked at her fiancé, who was lying upside down.
Her whole heart hung on Yukihiro.
But cruelly, her body was already responding to Natsuppon’s caresses.
Makoto is also twenty-four years old.
It’s a little late to say, but she’s also had three boyfriends since she lost her hymen when she was twenty.
The third was Yukihiro, who had taught her about orgasms and this shit too.
This body of hers that had just been enlightened as a woman, no matter how much she hated it, was constantly caressed that way, her body would still react.
“You really do love me, True Pure.”
Summerburn rubbed her nipples with his hands.
“Awwww!”
A tantalizing moan escaped from Makoto’s pitiful cherry lips.
Of course the men were surprised, even Makoto herself.
Pleasure began to travel throughout her body.
It was at this point that Makoto came back to her senses and realized that her breasts were exposed.
Shaben rubbed her nipples and unbelievably they responded to this.
“Haha, ah, ah, ah… no, don’t…”
As her own lewd, petulant and hearty voice flowed out again, Makoto subconsciously closed her lips tightly.
“You’re shy, Makoto, there’s nothing to be shy about. Come on, let me hear that nice voice of yours again.
”
Seeing Makoto’s body react so positively, Natsuhimoto felt his spirits lift.
He kept stimulating the sensitive buds on Makoto’s breasts.
“Umm… Umm… Umm…”
Makoto’s tightly closed lips couldn’t help but let out a lewd sound.
Though she looked at Natsumoto with pleading eyes, her hands cupped her breasts.
“Aaah… aaahhhh!”
She found it hard to believe.
She couldn’t believe how much pleasure she was getting.
Although she was originally a nipple-sensitive body type, she wouldn’t have ever made such a sound when Yukihiro kissed her nipples in the past.
“Hey, hey, hey! That’s nice to hear. You love me so much, so pure.”
Shaben kneaded more vigorously, and stimulated left and right and right and left and right together.
“ah, ah… no, don’t… ah, uh-huh!”
As soon as Natsumoto’s nails touched her nipples, Makoto let out a pouty sound.
She was yelling no no no, but she felt full of feminine charm.
All the men looked at Makoto with such sensitivity and found it hard to believe.
It was so disproportionate to Makoto’s noble and beautiful features.
And of course they know she’s a grown woman.
There’s a fiancé, too.
There’s no way it’s still a virgin.
But they felt in the back of their minds that she should have reacted more demurely and skillfully.
Even with the man you love, you should be gripping the sheets, suppressing your honey lips with your hand, and not screaming out in a half-hearted voice.
“Umm, ah… no, no, no… let go of me, let go of me… ah ah ah, don’t… ah ah ah ah, I’m going crazy.”
With the teasing of the nipples, the cleavage between the swaying breasts, sweat began to seep out.
Makoto grabs Natsumoto’s hand in an attempt to stop him.
But this behavior of hers was only superficial to the men.
Once again, Summerburn grasped her breasts.
Press the palm of your hand gently against the nipple and stroke it slowly.
“ah, ah ah ah ah ah… ah ah, uh uh…”
Makoto tilted her head back, exposing her white neck as she gasped.
Gradually, Makoto’s expression became very sultry and moving.
“Stop! Let go of her! I forbid you to touch Makoto!”
Recovering his consciousness, Yukihiro got up and yelled.
His shout awakened the men who had been watching in awe.
The first to notice the gun was Honda.
But his feet were handcuffed and he couldn’t move but his body.
He slammed into Shabun and the two of them fell aside together.
“You asshole!”
Natsumoto, who got up first, grabbed Honda’s chest and swung a painful punch.
“Well!”
Punch Honda so hard that blood comes out of his mouth.
“Stop it! Stop it now!”
Makoto picks up the punched Honda’s upper body.
Her white breasts were right up against Honda’s mouth, and her white breasts were stained with blood.
“Asshole!”
Yukihiro uses his cuffed hands to hit Natsumoto in the back of the head from behind.
The handcuffs hit Summerburn’s head with a sound.
“Uh-huh…”
After a few screams, Summerburn still didn’t go down.
“Asshole!”
Natsumoto swings a straight right hand to the jaw of Yukihiro.
“Well!”
Yukihiro takes a jab and goes down.
There was too much difference in wrist strength between the two of them.
“Yukihiro!”
As Natsumoto was about to throw a second punch, Makoto hugged him from behind.
Her ample breasts rested against Summerburn’s back, trying to stop him with her whole body.
“Don’t get in the way! Makoto!”
“Goro, I beg you! I’ll do anything… I’ll do anything… You have to beat him, Goro.”
Makoto tearfully and desperately called the bank robber’s name.
“You do everything I say, don’t you? So pure!”
“Yes, I’ll do whatever you say.”
“You don’t have to listen to this asshole! Makoto!” Yukihiro yelled.
“Asshole! You called Makoto’s name again.”
Natsumoto lifted his foot and stomped on Yukihiro’s face.
“Ummm…”
Yukihiro bled out again.
“Don’t! Please!”
Miki darted over.
Use your body to block in front of Yukihiro.
“You like him, huh?”
“I’m not, please, stop.”
Miki’s face was also filled with tears.
The uniform she was wearing also leaked with Yukihiro’s blood.
“Tie them both up, I want them to watch a good show later, and I can’t have them screwing it up.”
Natsumoto picked up the pistol again and pulled Makoto’s long hair with his left hand back to the counter.
The men just couldn’t escape Makoto’s pussy, which was only wearing a thin pair of panties.
Her hips also wiggled and swayed as she walked.
This is not the time to admire a woman’s torso.
The men tried to avert their eyes as well.
But Makoto’s too tantalizing hip line really made it impossible for them to take their eyes off of it.
The gun was pointed at Makoto’s face.
Although everyone knew he shouldn’t shoot Makoto, no one could move.
“Hey! Miki! You come here too.”
Natsumoto pulled the rope out of his gym bag and beckoned her over.
Miki got up after wiping the tears from her face.
“┅Go for it.”
The GM whispered to her as she passed next to him.
Miki walked over to Natsumoto with her head down.
Natsumoto points a gun at Makoto’s face and caresses Makoto’s breasts.
Her nipples were still firm, but her plump breasts were stained with blood.
As pathetic as Makoto looked, the men couldn’t suppress the rising pain in their strands.
“Aaah, aaah… no, don’t…”
Makoto’s tightly closed lips gasped and moaned as she opened and closed them.
Makoto who had her breasts caressed by a bank robber but had pleasure.
Makoto who can’t do anything about it even though she’s been resisting it all along.
Watching what was happening in front of them, the men who knew how Makoto was reacting felt increasingly aroused.
“You use this to tie them both up properly for me.”
Miki, who took the rope, nodded softly.
“I’m sorry… for the trouble, Miki.”
“┅True Purity!”
Makoto and Miki both looked at each other.
Miki walked near the couch with the rope.
Yukihiro and Honda both had their upper bodies sitting up and the bleeding had stopped.
“I’m sorry.”
Miki bound them as ordered.
“Good! Come here!”
Natsumoto called back to Miki, still intimately wrapping his hand around her waist.
He put the gun on the counter and with his other hand he stroked Makoto’s nipple.
Miki was startled.
She wanted to come back again it was going to be her turn to get naked.
The same thing had occurred to the general manager and the other male guests.
I might be able to see Miki’s breasts this time.
“You said you listen to me on everything right? So pure!”
“Yes…”
“So you masturbate for me?”
Chapter 3: First Masturbation in the Branch
“What?”
“Masturbate! You’ve done it at night, haven’t you?”
“I… I didn’t do… that kind of thing…”
“You lie!”
“I haven’t done it… even once…”
“Oh! Is that so? What about you, Miki? Any experience with masturbation?”
Goro Natsumoto asked, leaning close to her cheek.
Miki Nishizawa shook her head shakily.
“Miki hasn’t done it either, I don’t believe it! What about you guys? What about you guys? Have you done it?”
Natsumoto turned to the other five female linemen and asked them.
“Well?”
Every female lineman shook her head just like Miki.
“You’re still single right? In your mid-thirties, right? What do you do with your sexuality? It’s awkward if you don’t masturbate, isn’t it?
”
The named female banker endured the humiliation and replied in a whisper, “No.”
“Bullshit!” Shaben cursed loudly.
“Goro! You watch! I’m going to masturbate for you.”
“You’ve never masturbated, have you? You’ll have to get someone with experience to teach you.”
“Yes, I did… I’m sorry, I lied because I was afraid of being embarrassed…”
Aso Makoto said with an open mind.
She was well aware of all the glances the men were casting.
She is really inexperienced.
Although she had touched her nipples and nubs in the shower, she had never thought of masturbating to satisfy her sexual desires.
To protect Senpai, Makoto lied.
Let her go alone if she wants to be humiliated.
Makoto was now down to a pair of panties on her body, and she had given it her all.
It didn’t matter to her anymore.
Makoto desperately told herself that it was no big deal to masturbate in front of people and show him.
“Yeah? So you lied to me!”
Summerburn smiled and pinched the nipple harder.
“It hurts… it hurts…”
Makoto’s beautiful face showed a pained expression.
But all the men, they looked dumbfounded.
She frowned supposedly out of pain, but it looked as if she was happy.
“Stand up, Makoto.”
Shaben picked up his gun and rattled the counter.
Makoto obediently climbed onto the counter.
Sitting reclined, her hands clasped around her breasts.
The nipples were covered by the hands, but those plump breasts stood out even more because of it.
“Hey! What are you pretending to be, so pure, how can you masturbate if you don’t spread your legs?”
“Yes, I’m sorry…”
Makoto looked at him resentfully and slowly spread her legs.
Her legs, which were in high heels, slowly spread to about sixty degrees in front of everyone.
The cloth covering the pubic area thus becomes smaller and the woman’s pubic cleavage is clearly visible.
Chitanda, who was sitting directly across from him, watched with his mouth watering.
The girl who usually already made his chest pound like a deer in headlights with just a smile was now spreading her thighs in front of him and about to start masturbating.
This is unbelievable.
Even though there was still a piece of panty through it now, it was like a dream that this girl spreading her thighs in front of her could be Aso Makoto.
Of course Makoto was forced to do it for the bandits, but Chitanda was really glad he was there.
Makoto’s legs spread to sixty degrees and stopped.
Her shy expression teased the man more and more into wanting to keep watching.
“What are you doing? Shinjun! Open up a little more.”
Monkeyishly, Natsumoto grabbed her knees and wrenched them to the left and right.
“Ah, no, don’t…”
Makoto was spread to about ninety degrees between her strands.
Veins were transparently visible on that pale, plain skin.
It adds to her sexiness and shows the softness of the woman.
Makoto, who had been treated like this, felt incredibly humiliated.
“Still dragging your feet, Makoto, where do you even start?”
“This… ah, ah, ah, ah, that…”
Makoto desperately tries to cover her nipples, shaking her head in confusion.
“I think I’ll just ask another woman.”
“No… that, from the breasts… I always start my caresses… from the breasts…”
“Yeah? Then do show me.”
Makoto released the hand covering her breasts.
Her nipples were still perched.
Shaben looked happily at her nipples.
Because it was the only proof of Makoto’s response to Natsumoto.
“Ah…”
Makoto felt all eyes focused on her.
Although she wanted to tell everyone not to look, she was afraid that she would hurt her coworkers, so she didn’t dare to say anything.
It’s my own fault for stripping so naked.
It’s not the fault of looking at your man.
Without realizing it, Makoto began to blame herself.
“Do it, Makoto.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
Makoto warily brought her right hand up to the jiggling breasts.
Using your index finger and thumb, begin to slowly, slowly caress it as if you were stroking a feather.
But this still produced great pleasure in her.
“ah… ah…”
Letting out a guttural, lewd sound, Makoto tilted her head back, the lines from her collarbone to her entire neckline becoming so sharp.
Makoto sweats fragrantly.
In the armpits, in the cleavage, behind the knees.
She’s become more sensitive than she thought.
Even more so than when she had just been caressed by Natsuppon.
This is so strange and weird.
“Caress again, Makoto!”
“Yes, yes…”
Makoto closed her eyes and caressed.
“ah… ah…”
Unconsciously, all three of Chitanda’s guests, who were sitting directly in front of him, leaned forward.
The white-haired old gentleman who lives near the bank also looks like a rejuvenated child, with a hard-on in his strands of leisure.
“No, don’t… why is this happening… ah ah, don’t…”
The men stared straight at her.
Even with her eyes closed, it was still clear.
Why is it that when she feels the sight, the fingers caressing her nipples naturally push harder.
Why? True innocence doesn’t understand.
That tiny sexy bud was caressed by white fish-like fingers.
“ah, ah… no!”
Can’t let go.
Makoto couldn’t let go of her fingers.
Not only that, she even started caressing the nipple of her left breast with her left hand.
“ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah… Why…”
Makoto shook her head vigorously.
That’s kind of a resistant move.
“Don’t you touch breasts? How pure!”
“ah, ah… good, good… I’ll touch… ah, ah, I’ll touch…”
Her fingers finally let go of the nipple.
Because she’s going to start caressing the breasts.
In search of a new thrill, she got her hands dirty.
She opened her hands and took hold of the entire breast and began to caress it.
“ah ah… ah…”
She caressed her pair of breasts.
“AHHH, AHHH… Hooo… AHHHH…”
It feels too cozy.
That touch.
“Almost ready to take your panties off, Makoto.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”
Makoto replied as if she had sugar in her mouth.
That look in her eyes as she looked at Shaben was laced with something else besides tears.
Makoto has been able to look straight ahead.
She looked at the guests sitting on the couch in front of her.
Suddenly at her glance, Chitanda and the others all averted their heads.
Although Makoto was now stripped naked like a stripper, her natural aura had not changed at all.
Makoto looked at her coworkers behind the couch.
The male coworkers all looked away hastily as well.
“Aaah… I’ll take off…”
Makoto looked at the GM, who had looked away, as she pulled her panties off.
“Wow! I didn’t realize you were so hairy, you’re so pure.”
“Yes? I’ll be embarrassed.”
Makoto covered her face as the panties came down to her calves.
The slightly heated skin began to turn redder.
“You have so much shame hair, it’s amazing that it doesn’t show in panties that small.”
“Ah, I don’t think so… thank you for the compliment… it’s embarrassing.”
Makoto was still covering her face.
“No, it’s a sign of lust. After seeing this, I already know you’re a horny woman.”
Shaben reached down and caressed her bottom.
“ah, ah…”
The slender thighs trembled uncontrollably.
“It’s so beautiful, so pure.”
“No, don’t… don’t do this… ah ah ah, please spare me…”
The humiliation of having her lower body caressed by a man she didn’t love, coupled with the humiliation of having her entire body forced to strip naked, Makoto closed her legs.
This just happened to pin Natsumoto’s hand in his thigh.
Natsumoto then caressed Makoto’s pubic hair more intensely.
“No, don’t… ah ah ah, don’t do this… ah ah ah, please spare me.”
Makoto begged him in tears.
“Stop it! You stop it!” Yukihiro yelled.
But his voice had changed from the angry tone he had just used to a pleading wail.
“Look look look, that obstructionist is not willing to be left alone yeah.”
Natsumoto smiled happily and left the counter after spreading Makoto’s legs to ninety degrees again.
“Okay, start masturbating, where do I start? Real pure!”
Natsumoto asked Makoto, ignoring the pleas of Makoto’s fiancé.
“From… from where…”
Makoto kept her head down.
The panties were still on the ankle of the left foot.
“Miki, where do you even start masturbating?”
Natsuhimoto asked as he wrapped his arm intimately around Miki’s waist and pressed it against her face.
“Ah, me, me? This, this, that… I, I just said I’m inexperienced…”
Miki desperately tried to squeeze out a smile to answer him.
She had this bright look on her face that made the men feel so excited.
It’s so uncalled for.
In the back of their minds, they know they shouldn’t, but the men want to keep watching what happens next.
See how Makoto and Miki will get trashed.
“Where to start? Your pussy? Or do you just stick your fingers inside you all at once?”
Natamoto grabbed Miki and shook her violently.
“This, this… that…”
A line of tears ran down Miki’s face.
She faked a smile and cried.
“I’m going to start with the nucleus… I’m going to start caressing the nucleus.” Makoto said loudly.
The men’s eyes all returned to Makoto.
Makoto brought his right hand up between his thighs.
Using her index and middle fingers, she began to stroke her pubic hair, exploring the kinky slit inside.
Aso Makoto’s pussy.
Aso Makoto’s .
The men’s eyes were like looking at the birth of Venus, and they seemed to forget to even breathe, staring, staring at Makoto’s pubic area.
Although her thighs were spread, the fleshy walls of her pussy were still closed.
That wall of flesh looked as if it had never been open.
Tiny buds could be faintly seen above the walls of flesh.
Like pearls of kinky meat.
It does look that way.
Makoto started rubbing the pearl with her index finger, gently.
“Great…”
A sound similar to a soprano wail reveals true and pure joy.
Makoto continued to rub it in.
“Aaah, so good, so good oh… aaah, so hot, it’s like it’s going to burn, the body is going to burn.”
She rubbed her nipple with her other hand.
“So awesome.”
She was so sensitive that even Shaben was startled.
This kind of masturbatory demeanor is just too much for anyone to pair with her skillful face.
“Aaah, why… why, it’s so good… aaah, what’s happening to me…”
Makoto shook her head and continued to rub her sensitive buds up and down.
Makoto never knew that a pussy nucleus could give her such pleasure.
Seriously, though, she thought that sex with Yukihiro was pretty fulfilling as well.
This is so weird.
How can you be so sensitive?
I’m not supposed to be such a woman.
Got the hang of sex pretty late actually.
It is only recently that I finally met the man of my choice and learned to enjoy the joys of being a woman.
But now on this occasion, in front of so many people, how could I feel pleasure?
“Are you going to keep rubbing the nub? So pure.”
“Ah, no, no… I want to insert… with my fingers.”
“Then stick it in me quick.”
“Yes… yes…”
Makoto placed her index finger and thumb on her labia.
Her secret lips were still closed, as if to say that it didn’t want to be seen by anyone but the man she loved.
“Aaah… I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Yukihiro… I did that… Please, please don’t dislike me in the future.
”
Makoto whispered.
The first night with Yukihiro was vividly recalled in his mind.
Guilt caused Makoto to suffer greatly.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” Yukihiro cried out.
It was the sound of men crying out.
“Yukihiro… Forgive me…”
With a determination to die, Makoto pushed her secret lips apart.
“Wait!”
Shaben stopped her.
Makoto sighed in relief.
“Makoto’s , let Yukihiro and the others take a look at it as well, he looks like he wants to see it so badly.”
“Ah!”
Makoto shook her head vigorously at Natsuhimoto’s offer.
“Why? Makoto! Don’t you want to?”
“No, don’t…”
“You don’t want to? Don’t you want that asshole to see you?”
“No, no…”
Natsumoto rushed behind the couch with his gun and picked up Honda first.
“That’s good, they’ll have to see it too.”
Honda touched without resistance.
Once he saw Makoto’s naked body, he kept looking at Makoto’s pussy like a hungry beast.
“Honda.”
For the first time, Makoto felt that Honda was a man.
“It’s nice here, isn’t it? It’s a special seat.”
Natsumoto made Honda sit next to the three male guests.
Honda’s eyes never left between Makoto’s strands.
His eyes were no longer the angry ones he had just had.
His eyes had been clouded by selfishness.
“I’ve kept you waiting.”
Natsumoto picked up Zaihon.
Yukihiro could only stare at Natsuppon, unable to do anything about it.
“Wait… don’t… don’t bring Yukihiro here.”
Makoto’s pleading voice echoed through the halls of the bank.
Chapter 4: The Counter Becomes a Stage for Humiliation
Just as her fiancé, Yukihiro Nakajima, was brought over, Makoto Aso boldly closed her legs.
She covered her breasts and sat on the counter in an attempt to hide her naked body.
“┅True Purity!”
Looking at his fiancée, who still had panties hanging from her left ankle, Yukihiro turned his head away.
As miserable as she is in this state, she is most attractive.
“Hey! I told you not to call my woman that.”
Natsumoto yelled at Yukihiro.
“Yes, I’m sorry…”
Kouhou Roux weakly behaved himself and sat next to Honda.
With his hands and feet all handcuffed and his elbows and knees tied with ropes, there was really nothing he could do.
“Aaah, please… just please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please. Goro.”
Makoto pleads with the bank robber.
“Because he seems to want to see it, and he’ll be upset if he’s the only one who doesn’t let him.”
Yukihiro didn’t deny his words.
Just kept staring at the girl on the poster under the counter.
But he did have a look at Makoto’s naked body.
Because he couldn’t help but look.
Honda next door couldn’t take his eyes off Makoto either.
So did the three guests sitting on the couch.
Although they all knew in their heads that they were not allowed to look, they couldn’t suppress that male instinct of theirs.
In this abnormal space, all men’s rationality is lost.
Maybe it’s a human survival instinct.
The fear of being threatened by a gun was the reason why all the nerves were bet on the naked woman in front of her.
Just looking at Makoto’s naked body and thinking about Makoto is reassuring.
“What are you doing? Keep masturbating! So pure!”
“Aaah… yes, yes…”
When Makoto spread her legs open again, all eyes were fixed on her lower belly between her thighs.
“Aaah…”
She let out a shy gasp.
After spreading her thighs, Makoto still touched her flower lips with the index finger and thumb of her right hand and began to slowly spread them apart.
Searing eyes focused on her femur.
All the men are waiting to peek into the secret garden of women.
“No!”
Makoto couldn’t stand the sight of the men and stopped.
If the flesh hadn’t reacted as hotly as it did now, she might have fainted.
Is this fortunate or unfortunate?
It’s amazing how pure flesh feels so-soft.
There were no handcuffs on her body, but now Makoto didn’t even have the freedom to pass out.
Having someone look at your private parts is extremely humiliating.
But unbelievably, it was as if her moist petite body had leaked anesthetic.
It’s horrible.
Makoto feared that her body was not listening to her.
“What’s wrong? Makoto, there’s not much time left, if you won’t I’ll let Miki come oh.”
After saying that, Natsumoto picked up Nishizawa Miki and took off her skirt.
“Ah!”
The olive-colored dress was off to her feet in one breath.
“No!”
Miki immediately pulled up her skirt to try and cover herself.
The eyes of the general manager, the manager, the head of the financing section, and the guests sitting directly across from her all moved to Miki’s lower half.
But the bare lower half of his body was then covered again.
The men felt embarrassed at their staring at Miki’s panties and cast their eyes in all directions.
But within a few seconds, their expectant eyes looked at the tank top on Miki’s body, and the thought crossed their minds that they might have to change their shirts and get ripped later.
As if responding to their anticipation, Natsumoto also reached out and grabbed the club’s emblem on Miki’s undershirt.
“Aaah, aaah…”
I can’t escape.
Those big eyes of Miki’s filled with tears, desperately trying to hold them back.
“Please stop! Don’t do this to her… I… I’ll show you… ah ah ah… my fingers are in.”
Makoto spread her legs ninety degrees and rubbed her right hand over her pubic cleavage area.
If he hesitated any longer, Miki’s clothes would be stripped off by him.
With that thought in her mind, Makoto suddenly pushed her flowery lips apart.
Her nice fresh, tender pink-colored garden was open.
It looked as if it had never been defiled by anyone.
The tender pink color of the immaculate was already wet with overflowing love juices.
“Ahhh, Shinjun…”
“It’s okay… I’m fine…”
Makoto forced a smile.
For the first time in her life, she felt that longing.
With her slender fingers she began to stroke the fleshy walls of her vaginal opening.
“ah… ah…”
The gush of pleasure went from the femur to the back.
“Ah, ah, ah, no…”
As if being sucked, Makoto’s fingers plunged deep.
Although that wasn’t Makoto’s will, the winks that sucked the fingers into the walls of the flesh were indeed part of Makoto’s flesh.
It was Makoto who longed for a finger in her flesh hole.
Makoto raised her flushed face as her fingertips continued to rub the walls of flesh.
“Ahhh, I can’t…”
For a split second, she lifted her rounded hips.
“Ah, ah… no, there, don’t.”
She rubbed her fingers literally over the sensitive band.
“Haha…”
The love juices kept flowing, making her feel like she was incontinent.
The unblinking audience also heard the sounds of lustful nectar.
Chita and the little flower store owner looked on with dry mouths gazing at Makoto’s private parts.
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.”
It was just one finger she didn’t seem to be satisfied with.
Makoto murmured with her eyes half-closed.
“You want a bigger root? Makoto!” Natsumoto asked.
“AHHHH… no… no… but… ah ah ah, I can’t stand it… ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah”
Makoto looked at Natsumoto, her small delicate lips trembling.
“Can I… can I… insert another… into it? My… Goro…” asked Makoto bashfully.
Her face turned girlish all of a sudden.
“Sure, stick it in.”
“Aaah… please don’t look at me.”
She stroked the entrance to her fleshy hole with her middle finger, slowly bringing it together with her index finger.
“Hooah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah… Hooah uhhh!”
The fingertips were hook-like, flipping through the winking flesh.
She used her right hand to stroke the slightly quivering nipple again, rubbing and pinching it even more.
“So… so comfortable…”
The whole body felt like electricity was passing through it, and the pleasure was even more intense than before.
“So, so good… ah ah, so good…”
Makoto pumped both fingers in and out of her fleshy hole, and also began to knead the two nipples to the left and right.
In that silent bank, only the gasps of this beautiful banker could be heard.
“jin-chun… you, you…”
Other than those men whose faces couldn’t hide their excitement, only her fiancé, Yukihiro, had the most complicated expression.
The Makoto who was now naked before his eyes was a far cry from the Makoto he knew in bed.
“Aaah, aaah, why? Why is this happening… ah, ah, I feel like I’m going crazy…”
“Why is that… I’d like to ask you… Manabu, you’re not supposed to be this kind of woman.”
Yukihiro’s whispers were simply no longer audible to Makoto.
“Aaah… no, no… what should I do? What should I do? Goro.”
Makoto looked at Natsumoto with flirtatious eyes, as if she were looking at her lover.
“You’re going to leak? So pure!”
“Ah… Leakage? What do you mean?”
“I’m asking if you’re about to have an orgasm.”
“No, no… no… Jin-jin is not that kind of woman…”
Two of her fingers slivered and pumped in and out of her fleshy hole.
The love juices seeping out from the flower lips had moistened the surrounding pubic hair.
“What’s that? True Purity!”
Natsumoto plopped down close to the counter as if tempted by the dense colorful aroma emanating from Makoto’s naked body.
As soon as he leaned his face over, Makoto closed her eyes and pouted her lips, waiting for him to kiss her.
“Jen-chun… Jen-chun…”
Yukihiro’s face changed drastically.
Why don’t you say no?
“Out of order!”
Natsuhimoto smiled wickedly and snatched Makoto’s cherry lips.
Xaben’s big mouth, kissing on the beautiful girl’s cherry mouth.
It was like time stood still.
Everyone looked blankly at the side of Asashoryu Makoto’s face.
They both knew that her kiss with Shaben had been of Makoto’s own volition, and that she hadn’t been ordered or forced.
Natsumoto caressed her breasts as he caressed and kissed Makoto, who responded to his kisses.
“Uh-huh… uh-huh…”
The two men’s lips intertwined.
The side of true purity radiates a beautiful light.
Even though it wasn’t her beloved that she was kissing right now, Makoto looked surprisingly beautiful.
Chabon caressed her other breast.
Their lips remained intertwined.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!”
Makoto tossed her head away as if in pain.
“ah ah, ah… ah…”
She whined at Natsumoto.
Looks like it’s entering a two-person world.
Her two long, thin fingers were still thrusting fiercely.
The sound of lust was loud and clear.
“You’re about to give out, aren’t you? Then let it out, Makoto, or do you want my rod?”
“No, I don’t want to release… ah ah, I don’t want to release…”
Though she shook her head no, she wouldn’t stop.
She looked up at Shaben, begging for his kiss.
Shaben smiled wickedly, looking at her fiancé.
“Don’t, don’t do that, Makoto!” Kouhiro yelled.
But Makoto turned a deaf ear.
“Come, come and kiss me… ah ah ah, kiss me, goro…” whimpered Makoto with her lips half-open.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
Shaben responded to her begging.
“Umm… Umm…”
Her sexy gasps grew louder.
And the lewd sounds of their tongues and lips intertwining kept coming out.
“Stop, stop, Makoto!”
“Ah, I can’t… I can’t… I’m going to give out.”
With that, Makoto let Natsuhimoto kiss and straddle her naked upper body, climaxing in front of her coworkers and clients.
The two fingers pumped into the fleshy hole were constricted tight.
Just as she felt the pleasure of that overwhelming orgasm, Makoto went into a trance.
Sweaty flesh, as if floating in the air.
Is that what you call an orgasm?
She thought so.
In comparison, the feelings that Yukihiro had taught her felt as if they were false to her.
“You’re wonderful, Makoto.”
Natsumoto’s voice pulled her back to reality.
She looked back to find a number of familiar face creams before her.
She was mortified beyond belief.
“Aaah, no, it’s embarrassing…”
Makoto bent her knees, her whole body shrinking into a ball.
Chapter V. New Walkers for New Victims
“Are you satisfied?” The general manager said, “Ms. Aso has already satisfied your personal desires, so you can stop now! If you’re not here to rob the silver, but only to target Ms. Aso, please stop!”
“It’s not over yet.”
“I already know Ms. Aso is your girlfriend.”
“Really?”
“The wild kiss between the two of you just now is evidence of that, and everyone saw it clearly.”
“Right? That’s right, how can she respond to me if she won’t!”
Goro Natsumoto happily looked at Yukihiro as if demonstrating.
“You can spare her already, right? Don’t humiliate the woman you love anymore.”
“Fair enough.”
Natsuhimoto grabbed Makoto’s face and tried to kiss it again.
“Ah… no, don’t…”
Makoto reflexively closed her lips and looked away.
Shaben flamed up at the look on her face.
“What the hell? Makoto! You don’t want to kiss me?”
“No, no, I’m not don’t… ah ah ah, kiss me… ah ah ah ah, Goro come on and kiss Shinjun.”
It was hard for this robber baron to start shaking, she couldn’t let the humiliation she had just endured go to waste.
“Kiss me… Kiss me, Goro.”
Makoto desperately pleaded, reaching over her head.
Because she was not willing in her heart, her current expression was, after all, extremely different from just now.
Though she acted willing, her inner rejection showed on her face.
“People will question the feelings of the two of us if you do that oh so pure.”
“Aaah… I’m sorry… because I just had an orgasm and I feel so ashamed… that’s why… I’m sorry, Goro… please understand…”
Makoto threw her arms around Natsuhimoto’s neck, her ample swaying breasts pressed against Natsuhim’s, and waited for his kiss.
“I’m ashamed… I’m the only one here who’s undressed… but I want to kiss you so much… ah ah ah… I want to kiss Goro so much.”
She looked at Xaben imploringly, acting like she really wanted to kiss him, acting like the two of them really loved each other.
“┅True Purity!”
Kouhiro clenched his fists, holding back his anger that had nowhere to be vented.
He knew full well that Makoto was acting, but that didn’t look like it.
He knew that Makoto only loved himself, but he was beginning to falter.
Makoto felt Kouhiro’s sight and glanced at him, after which she immediately initiated a kiss.
“Umm… Umm…”
Makoto aggressively kissed Natsumoto.
“Aaah… Jin-jin…”
Yukihiro clenched his lips reluctantly.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, his own rod was erect.
The way Makoto looked now was even more of a turn-on for him than the mandatory self-masturbation show he’d just watched.
“Enough!”
The general manager’s voice interrupted the kiss between the two of them.
Sometimes the kiss instead makes it seem more provocative.
“Aaah, Manabu is… Goro’s… woman… everyone knows about it… so you let everyone go.”
“It can’t just be a kiss, if you’re my girl, you’ll have to show them before you do.”
With that said, Natsumoto pulled down his jeans, revealing a rod that was already hard.
Just as her chastity is threatened, Makoto notices the gun.
The gun was at her feet.
If this keeps up, he’ll rape me.
He’ll stick his murder weapon in me.
That’s right!
That’s the murder weapon.
I’ll be tortured to death with his murder weapon.
He would rape me in front of the general manager, the manager, Honda, Miki, Mr. Chita, and his own fiancé, Yukihiro.
“Look, how’s that? So pure!”
Natsumoto pulled out his rod to show Makoto.
So freaky.
Makoto felt that the rod was nothing like Yukihiro’s, as if it were some other kind of creature.
Something that big…
Such an ugly thing…
To penetrate me in front of everyone…
“No!” Makoto yelled, reaching for her gun.
“So pure!”
“Don’t come over! I’ll shoot! I’ll shoot if you come over.”
Makoto held the gun on Natsumoto, who had his hands open.
It kept shaking, her hands kept shaking.
“Bitch! How dare you point a gun at me.”
Natsumoto roared and held out his right hand.
“No! I’ll really shoot!”
“You drive! Stinking bitch!”
Shaben approached her step by step.
“No!”
She couldn’t get off.
There’s no way Makoto could shoot someone.
Natsumoto climbed onto the counter as well.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t…”
Makoto shook his head vigorously with the gun.
“Come here and kiss me, come here and give me a kiss on the dick.”
Natsumoto pointed to his rod.
“Aaah, please spare me… please spare me… don’t ever… humiliate me again.”
He grabbed Makoto’s hand, muzzle down.
“Come here and kiss, so pure.”
And he kept touching Makoto’s face with that monstrous rod.
“Stop it!”
Just then, someone yelled out.
Miki ran over and grabbed the gun from Makoto’s hand and pointed it at Natsuhimoto.
“Don’t get in the way, Miki.”
“I’ll shoot, I’ll shoot.”
Miki was blushing nervously, but one could get a sense of her strong willpower.
“You shoot and see, Miki.”
“Miki, stop it! Stop it!”
“I don’t stop!”
Miki has fired a gun before.
When she was in college, she shot with real guns at a shooting range in Guam with her friends.
She turned on the safety.
Natsumoto started to get scared when he saw her move.
“Stop!”
She pulled the trigger.
Knock!
“Yaaaah!” The female linemen screamed.
I don’t know if that was fortunate or unfortunate, but she missed.
“How dare you shoot me.”
Natsumoto jumped down from the counter and caught Miki’s hand.
“No! No, no!”
Miki kept struggling until her strength ran out.
Natsumoto shrugged off Miki after grabbing the pistol back.
“Ah!”
A punch that sent Miki flying a long way.
“Strip! You strip too!”
“Ahhhh, hug me… Come and hug me! Come and hug Shinjun!”
Makoto hugged Natsumoto from behind.
“I’ll fuck you. Nonsense, you’re my woman, but before I do, I’ll have to give her a taste of her own medicine.”
“What lesson?”
“I want her to be the bitch that serves me.”
“Bitch… dog…”
“That’s right, bitches.”
Natsumoto shook off Makoto’s hands and got up to grab Miki’s breasts.
“Strip me!”
The gun was pointed at her cherry lips.
Miki shook her head slightly.
Shaben shrugged it off again.
The snap left a five-finger fingerprint on Miki’s cheek.
“Strip me!”
“Okay, okay… I’ll take off… I’ll take off…”
Miki touched her smacked cheek and nodded shakily.
She took off her blood-stained undershirt and began unbuttoning her white shirt.
“No way! You can’t take it off, Miki!”
Wiggling her huge breasts, Makoto ran between the two of them.
“You shut up! Makoto!”
Natsumoto shook off Makoto as well.
“Ah!”
Makoto’s naked body fell to the ground, dropping even the panties that were hanging off her left foot.
“It’s as if you don’t take me seriously if you don’t teach me a lesson.”
As he unbuckled his jeans, he told Makoto to get on the floor in doggy style.
Makoto lay on her back, covering her breasts and private parts, and softly said, “Give me a break.”
“Get down on the ground for me! Stay down, Makoto!”
Chabon picked up the belt and started whipping.
The swoosh made a sound.
“I’ll take off, please don’t hit Makoto.”
Miki unbuttoned her shirt.
The bra she wore was semi-covered, encasing breasts that matched her beautiful face.
“Your tits are pretty big too! Miki!” Natamoto said happily.
“Aaah…”
Miki blushed and took her shirt off.
With the threat of gunfire lifted, a peachy atmosphere began to fill the halls again.
Miki could feel the stares everyone was casting even if she didn’t want to.
All the men really weren’t polite at all, their eyes staring straight at the breasts of yet another fresh girl, Miki.
The general manager, the manager, the head of the financing division, Chita, even Yukihiro.
Although Makoto’s already stripped torso was also tantalizing, they were still interested in the young girl who was only now going to start unfolding in front of the crowd.
No one stopped Miki from taking off her clothes.
Even if we all knew that opening our mouths to stop it wouldn’t help, at least one of us had to open our mouths.
But not half the men do.
Everyone is waiting and waiting to see Miki Nishizawa naked.
Miki began to slowly take off her stockings.
“aaah… aaah…”
She hadn’t realized that undressing in public felt so hard, so humiliating.
Miki could already feel the pain of Makoto, who was masturbating herself with her thighs open in front of everyone at this point.
“Come on! Take off your bra!”
“Yes, yes…”
Miki couldn’t undo the buttons even though her hands went behind her back.
“Don’t… please forgive her… Manabu is willing to take even Miki’s share…”
Makoto finished and got down next to Miki, facing Natsumoto and bucking her hips.
With that, all the men focused their eyes on Makoto again.
She was naked on the floor, her ass high in the air, and it was just so provocative.
At this time, every man’s lower body began to rise and ache, and the mere thought of those white and tender buttocks, subjected to the appearance of Xia Ben’s whipping, the men’s hearts could not really bear it.
Everyone noticed this subtle change in the air.
Of course even Makoto, who was being stared at, felt it along with Miki, the other female bankers, and Natsuhimoto.
“I’m really sorry… I shouldn’t have pointed the gun at you… Please hit me, hit me until your anger subsides.”
“Makoto! No, no.”
Miki, who was down to her bra and panties, rushed over to protect Makoto.
“Get out of the way! Miki!”
Xaben roared as he swung his belt.
“I’ll take it off, I’ll take it off to make amends to you, please put the belt away.” Miki said tearfully.
She trembled as she undid the clasp of her bra, revealing her aged and bouncy breasts.
“It’s pretty!”
“Aaah… please take a look… aaah, please enjoy yourself…”
Miki held up her hands.
“Miki… I’m sorry… I dragged you into this…”
“It’s okay, Makoto. Miki is fine… it’s nothing…”
Miki got up to show Natsumoto a good time.
Tears streamed down her face, straight down to her collarbone and down her breasts.
As pathetic as she looked, the men looked dumbfounded, they couldn’t take their eyes off of where they shouldn’t.
“One more thing.”
Chabon became the voice of all men.
All the men’s eyes were also telling her to take her panties off.
“Okay… I’ll take it off right away…”
“No way! This is the only one you can’t take off, Miki!”
Makoto got up to stop Miki, who was trying to take off her panties, then she got on her knees and took the bank robber’s rod into her mouth.
“Oh… so pure…”
Having the beautiful girl he had been longing for with his rod in her mouth, Natsu Ben couldn’t help but let out a moan.
His entire rod was submerged in the warm mucous membrane.
“Uh…”
This was the first time in her life that Makoto had ever performed oral sex on a member of the opposite sex, even her own fiancé, and she had never done that before.
Though her fiancé had had such hopes, she had rejected them all.
I can’t imagine that Makoto’s first ever blowjob was with a bank robber.
Fate really does play tricks on people too.
Makoto already had goosebumps all over her body just looking at that monstrous rod, which she was now licking and sucking.
It was really big, and she desperately tried to keep her mouth open.
“What’s wrong? Makoto! You’re not a kid. Why do you keep doing that?”
Makoto mouthed the rod and looked up to wait for Natsumoto’s instructions.
“Hey! Haven’t you ever had a blowjob?”
Makoto let go of the rod and nodded gently.
“Oh! Is that right? Because you’re different from those women, right? So that’s how it is, your first time!”
Shaben looked back happily at the front row of couches.
Yukihiro wolfishly averted his eyes like a defeated dog.
“Aaah… Goro… please teach Shinjun… how to serve you…”
“Yeah? Right-oh!”
Natsuppon nodded in satisfaction and told her to keep sucking on the rod.
“Yes, my son!”
Makoto obediently held the root of the rod and licked and sucked it repeatedly with her tongue.
“Oh, awesome… awesome, pure.”
Shaben wriggled and indulged.
Now licking his erect rod, it was Aso Makoto.
The thought of that increased his cock’s pleasure by several degrees.
With just a little stimulation, the rod would go numb.
It’s called oral sex.
That’s real sex.
It was totally different from those whores, who licked anyone’s rod, but Jen-chun only licked mine… she used her feelings…
“Run your tongue over here.”
Natsumoto pointed to his glans.
“This, here?”
Makoto opened her eyes and looked at the crack of the glans, obediently licking and sucking gently with the tip of her tongue.
The meat stick reacted.
“Ahhhh, get it in my mouth.”
“Aaah, how about here… Jeonchun to lick it for you…”
Makoto sucked on the whole rod with her mouth.
“Uh-huh… Oh, so pure…”
“Ahhh, you feel it, don’t you… Jin-jin is so happy…”
The men who had been staring at them looked at each other in confusion.
Even though they knew that Makoto was acting, the men felt that Makoto was enjoying it from the inside.
Is it hard to believe… is it hard to believe… is she really feeling pleasure?
“Mmm, that’s nice… You really haven’t done oral sex before?”
“Mmm… it’s the first time I’ve ever licked such a great rod as Goro’s… ah ah… I’m really sorry for what I just did… but I’ll try my best to serve you with my apologies in mind.”
Makoto licked and sucked at the glans with her tongue like she was drawing a circle.
“Oh, I can’t stand it, take it in… take it in, it’s so pure.”
“Ahem… not yet… let me lick a little longer, Goro.”
Makoto grunted as she licked and sucked Natsumoto’s rod.
Kneeling on the ground, Makoto’s entire body was filled with a strong womanly scent.
Despite her humiliation, she has not lost her nobility.
It should be said that the beauty of true purity is accentuated in the presence of this ugly man.
Miki, along with the other female linemen, had a look of dumbfounded disbelief on their faces.
Lucky Hiro was the only one, full of grief and not knowing where to turn his eyes.
He had asked for it himself a few times, and Makoto had never refused.
But now her mouth was licking and sucking on that bank robber’s rod.
It was the first time she had ever had oral sex, but she looked as if she had a knack for it that way.
It’s probably instinct.
A woman’s instinct.
But Makoto can’t be that kind of woman!
When Makoto refused to perform oral sex on herself, she comforted herself with the fact that Makoto was a noble and pure woman.
He forced himself to hold back.
But now…
“Contain it, it’s pure.”
“Ah, no… I want to lick more… Manabu wants to leave lots and lots of Manabu’s saliva on top of Goro’s… such a great cock…” Manabu said with a slight tremor.
I don’t know when, but her right hand, which was holding the root of the rod, also started to move.
“That’s enough, let go, Makoto.”
Feeling on the verge of cumming Natsumoto pushed Makoto away.
“Ah!”
After falling to the ground, Makoto immediately got up.
“Uh-huh, Goro…”
Just as Makoto tried to move closer to licking and sucking, Natsuhimoto ejaculated.
“Oh!”
Shaben made a noise.
“AH, UH…”
Not to mention don’t look away, Makoto didn’t even have time to close her eyes as cum shot all over her face.
Long eyelashes, eyelids, nose, lips, all coated with tons of cum.
“Shinjun…”
“Aaah… thank you… Jeongchun is so happy… you ejaculated so much… on Jeongchun’s face… Jeongchun is so happy…”
Makoto didn’t wipe the cum that was shot on her face.
Cum started dripping from eyelids, cheeks, and lips.
It dripped from the jaws of her face to her throat and down to her plump bosoms.
“So pure!”
Miki ran over and helped Makoto wipe it off with her hand.
“That’s… enough…” said Kouhon indignantly, “You’re happy… let go of me… and let it all end…”
“Yeah? Everyone wants it to be over, huh?”
“What do you, what do you mean by that?”
“Miki hasn’t gotten naked yet, and Makoto and I haven’t had intercourse yet have we?”
“Sex, sexual intercourse… how can we show it to others…”
“Yeah? But everyone is so looking forward to it yeah! Everyone’s thinking, “Come on! Get a belt on Makoto’s ass! Get her on her back and fuck her! I know that’s what’s on everyone’s mind yeah.”
“You… you’re talking nonsense…”
Yukihiro’s denials became fainter and fainter.
“General Manager! What do you think of that? It’s not just Makoto, you’d love to see another one of your lovely henchmen naked, wouldn’t you? Missing this opportunity won’t come again!”
The general manager who was named, although in his heart he wanted to tell him to stop, he just couldn’t speak.
Miki looked at the silent GM.
Her hands were sticky with cum.
“How about you? You’re also interested in how Makoto would scream in bed, aren’t you?”
Natsumoto asked as he pointed his gun at Sakuma, the head of the financing section.
Sakuma shook his head.
But his eyes weren’t looking at Natsumoto, they were looking at Makoto who was naked and Miki who was only wearing panties.
“What about you?”
He turned to his guest, Chitanda.
Chitanda didn’t deny it either.
He only looked at Makoto and Miki with red eyes.