Chapter V December 24
Yoshio arrived at the stadium and he was really dumbfounded.
It hadn’t been more than thirty minutes since I had gotten the call from Rio.
In the freezing cold, all he exhaled was white smoke, and he had brought a video camera with him on his bike to film the twerking, and there was no lighting at all on the playing field, just blackness in front of him.
“What… what the hell!”
Yoshio, who thought he was being made a fool of, angrily kicked the dirt on the playing field.
But I don’t think Rio is the type of person, who calls others out, but then goes home first!
But… Yoshio couldn’t see the waiting Satsuki again.
The large beech in the planting field in front of the school is twinkling with Christmas lights that were only decorated this month. Hundreds of little light globes surround the trees, what a source of light!
Within the quiet campus after the school vacation, Yoshio began to search.
The staff room and the classrooms, neither of which had lights on.
(Being cheated? … That kind of thing, no way!)
There was still a hint of doubt floating around in his head, but Yoshio was sure that Rio wasn’t that kind of person.
Yoshio asked himself if the action of asking her to open her heart up shouldn’t hurt her!
“¡®What’s going on?”
Did you have to go home in a hurry? I was sweating too much, so I went home to change… Phuong Hung looked to the right of the sports ground, at the concrete locker room… There were no lights on there either!
But… only the sports warehouse next to that one, the lights were still on.
Without thinking too much, Yoshio wanted to go over there!
KADA… There was a sound! The sound of someone seemingly sobbing was accompanied by the light from inside peeking outward.
With a peculiar feeling that he shouldn’t enter right away, Yoshio carefully watched the lock and carefully opened it about two centimeters wide.
Inside the Sports Warehouse, large iron crates containing badminton and basketballs were packed together, followed by jump boxes, sports mats and tennis nets.
The room was illuminated only by a small ball of electricity.
The scene under the shroud of grayish orange light left him speechless!
Risu is being attacked by the deep sea.
The navy-collared uniform was pulled upward, the aqua-blue bra ripped away, the petite nipples exposed.
Fukai showed about half of his ass from the zip tie, and he was trying to ride on top of Risu.
“Fuck… I don’t know what’s on the minds of the schoolgirls these days… I’ve only taught a little bit of how to make love, and then they immediately run off to that Shimoda… how presumptuous!”
“No, no! I’m not in that kind of relationship with Shimoda-senpai!”
“Don’t you try to fool me. Isn’t that the only kind of thing men and women do together?”
“No, no…”
Fukumi’s back was to the door, so he couldn’t see his expression. But the son of a bitch who wants to mess around with even his own students must have the face of an evil person! Yoshio thought through gritted teeth.
“Look, isn’t it all wet here? Do you want me to stick it in earlier?”
After Fukami flipped Rio’s uniform, the dark orange pleated skirt upwards and peeled off the aqua blue shorts, he roughly used the piece of cloth, rubbing it back and forth between the two strands.
“Naru…”
Hearing the moans of the abused and humiliated Rio made Yoshio clench his fists.
If he now leapt towards where Fukami was, that is, by attacking him from behind, it seemed to be more favorable to Yoshio. Although his wrestling skills weren’t as good as Fukami’s, he might still have a chance to win by attacking him from the back!
This kind of teacher who is worse than a beast, who extends his clutches to his own students, is really not even tolerated by heaven and earth!
Rio’s shorts were thrown open in Fukami’s hands.
Lying on the other side of the darker.
“No, don’t…!”
Because Rio’s cry pulled up, it made Yoshio want to dart out bending his back first.
But, at that very moment, he remembered her phone call.
“No matter what happens, please make sure you shoot me!” Rio pleaded with him.
Had she anticipated that this would happen?
With trembling hands, Yoshio took the VCR out.
It turns out that I didn’t understand the purpose of Risu, who said she wanted photography!
“You guys! You’ve been raped so many times and you still don’t react at all! I was going to come and enlighten you!”
The deep sea sends out a rant.
The fact that he didn’t want to admit it was right in front of his eyes, making him accept it.
Rio, has been ravaged by Shamu I don’t know how many times.
Yet there should be some sort of reason why Fukai could trash Risu so, arbitrarily!
Strongly suppressing the urge to go out and rescue him, Yoshio took the video recorder with hands that were trembling with anger.
On the inside of the camera, Risu’s little petals were swallowed into Fukami’s mouth, and Yoshio, who wanted to gag as he watched, still held on to the video camera with a death grip.
Yoshio realizes that Risu got him out for the purpose of coming to film this scene.
Sexual crimes committed by teachers against students are hardly publicized in Japan, and it is said that schools try to solve the problem privately so as not to be seen by the public.
Yoshio and Rio attend a private school as well, so the likelihood of being smoked out is also high.
But… if there was a videotape, that would be a different story.
If the school has strong evidence, and even if it wants to kill the story, it can turn it into a major scandal by passing the tape to the police or the media.
Is that what Rio was thinking, and that’s why he asked Yoshio to photograph it?
In order for her to fulfill her wish, Yoshio adjusts the VCR.
“ah, ah, ah, ah…!”
Swoosh~ Unpleasantly obscene sound, he still sucked her lower body, from the edge of the corner of Rio’s eye tears flowed down, and the screams became more shrill.
“Feeling it now? It’s so wet today! More or less tasted the sweetness of sex, right? Of course it hurts at first!”
Fukai finished and started slapping Rio’s white ass.
Risu tried to run away from the humiliation, and Fukai pressed her back into place, short hard hair covering her face.
“Don’t move around! If you try to resist, be careful of what you’ll see later!”
Fukumi grabbed Rio’s hands in a flash.
On her wrists, there were still white bandages.
“What is it?”
Fukai forced the question in his usual gruff voice before ripping off the white cloth.
On the VCR the lens shone and five fingerprints surfaced clearly.
The shape of the fingers still lingered in the bruise yuk around Risu’s skinny wrist.
“What’s this! Did I catch this last week? I warned you not to touch it!”
Even Yoshio himself heard it, the sound of his own gritted teeth.
It was thought that it was the result of her suicide attempt, but I didn’t realize that the truth of the matter was that the weak one had left traces of her resistance to the deep sea.
Then now, he tugged and pulled at her wrist again, and Risu yelled.
“Ooohhh…!”
A hoarse yelp was emitted!
Yoshio didn’t remember ever being that wrathful himself.
（Don’t hurt that girl again!)
It was almost a prayerful thought, but he still used the lens to keep looking down.
“Okay… today! Let’s do it from the back!”
Fukami turned Risu to the back before lifting her skirt.
“No, don’t…!”
Fukai aimed his big, curved prick at the hole in Rio’s back.
“No, don’t!”
Rio swung his upper body in a deadly motion, banging hard on the iron cylinder where the basketball was placed.
In order to put her in her place, Fukai peeled off her half-removed aqua-blue panties with great force, and then shoved the small piece of cloth, into Rio’s mouth.
“Be quiet! I’ll let you have your fun later…”
Yoshio’s brain filled with blood, his eyes went blank, and then wrath made his whole body red.
“Are you okay?”
Rio used a cold towel and covered his forehead.
“Aaah… I think it might swell up tomorrow…”
Yoshio nodded his head.
For the girl he loved to be raped, there was no way he would be able to do that if he was asked to be quiet and photograph from the sidelines.
With a speed he didn’t even expect, he approached the back of Fukai, who was busy thrusting, and kicked him hard in the lower part of his body!
“Naru, wooah! Wooah!”
Because he was in the middle of an erection but was kicked hard, Fukai fell to the ground in pain, and at that very moment Yoshio’s forehead was hit by his flailing fists.
It was a very important part of the body for Shamu to be kicked in, and only struggled not three times before passing out.
Using all the ropes in the warehouse, Yoshio tied up his huge body and dragged it to the corner then beat it again.
Saying cheap things to Jumi and forcing Sachiko-sensei to ‘play the flute’, there’s no telling how many girls have been victimized by Fukai’s dick!
Thinking about it Yoshio’s anger came back and kicked at the already unconscious Fukai again, but this time he didn’t even move.
Now he faced Rio and pursued the question in a serious tone.
“┅When did the rape start?”
Rio lowered his head and bit his lips tightly.
“Since school, always… yes. The first time I really did it was last month…”
“Why haven’t you talked to anyone about it?”
Yoshio, who knew he shouldn’t blame Rio, couldn’t help but rage at her.
Her eyes framed with tears like a bursting river.
“I’m… I’m sorry… I, the only thing I’m good at is land sports, and in order to try to get into a sports college, I have to play competitively, and the teacher understands that, so…”
“So, you just do what that scumbag says?”
“But… if I make a big deal out of it… I don’t want to cause trouble for my parents…”
At Rio who was speaking with trembling lips, Yoshio fell silent.
Risu was an adopted daughter. Not biological, so a lot of consideration is inevitable.
“Stupid… so stupid…”
Yoshio hugged Rio tightly.
Several times I wanted to help pat her white chalk-stained uniform skirt clean.
“Hokage… It was only after I met you that I began to have courage. Before, I never dared to face the reality of life, so that I wouldn’t have to live in worry, but…”
Rio put it’s small hands, around Yoshio’s body.
“Isn’t it true that real life would be happier?… Then you should tell what you hate! That’s why I complained about Fukami…”
Yoshio remembered that the magazine he had read before recorded it.
The reason why many rapes go unresolved. It’s all because the girls don’t want to face the courts.
Growing up, Risu wasn’t very good at making contact with others.
So to make the decision to publicize Fukami’s evil deeds to the world was really unexpected to Yoshio.
“It’s the influence of Shimoda-senpai…”
“It has nothing to do with me, it was Rio who comprehended it, you’re really brave!”
The embracing Rio’s feet trembled.
“I… am filthy… I… am no longer able to marry…”
“There’s no such thing! Just… forget about it! Though it won’t be easy…”
Yoshio stroked Rio’s hair, the short, wet locks slipping through his fingertips.
“When the senior said he’d bring a video camera to take a picture of me, to show that he believed in me, it made me feel embarrassed…”
Rio sits up all weak on the mat.
“I’ve been wondering if the Hokage is looking at me now, but instead I feel a little excited…”
She slowly opened her knee-length, pleated skirt, to the floor.
Out of the darkness, black cilia were seen–
Risu’s is naked on the inside.
“Senior… please look inside…”
Although Rio was full of shyness, she still boldly opened her thighs to look at Yoshio.
“Even though I’m no longer a virgin, am I still pretty…? Can… please take a look for me!”
“You… Risu…”
The girl who had always been locked up deep inside was now actually opening up in front of him.
Yoshio could feel inside his pants, suddenly becoming tight.
Inside the classroom of the Athletics Department, illuminated by naked light cannons, Yoshio was switched to manipulating Rio’s body.
On the resting mat, she laid her body up and used her fingers to peel back her present-day flower.
There was no filth, and the boundless flowers of spring remained pure and charming, and Fang Xiong was lost in thought.
“It’s fine… It’s not dirty at all! It’s beautiful…”
Risu fell silent and unhooked the skirt hook of her pleated skirt, which fell to the floor.
Her skinny ass was all exposed, her naked cilia right in front of Yoshio.
Immediately after that, Rio opened the buttons of the sailor uniform blouse and took it off, and the aqua blue bra was also removed.
Oh, and the slightly upturned breasts are all exposed.
Just like that Rio, who was completely naked, looked at Yoshio in silence.
What hadn’t changed was that her thighs remained open.
“I know I’m still dirty, so the feeling of being touched by the deep sea won’t fade away until now!”
“Rio… I…”
Yoshio swallowed back his words and stood like a dumb goose because he couldn’t express himself at the sight of a completely naked Rio.
“Shimoda-senpai… please hug me!”
Risu opened his mouth.
“I… want to forget the past! The past of being embraced by the deep sea…”
“Riou…”
Yoshio hesitated, certainly eager to embrace in the face of a young, thin girl.
However, what bothered Yoshio was that if he ended up choosing someone other than Rio, it would break her heart even more!
“Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I’m the one who’s asking too much. You wouldn’t even want my body…”
Rio suddenly covered her bottom with her hand.
“I… I… It’s so embarrassing…”
With that, he turned to face the wall and hung his head down.
It had been so hard to get her to open up her heart, and it seemed to Yoshio that he had caused her to close that door again.
(If I don’t accept her here…)
Yoshio hugged Rio from behind.
Together they sat down on the mat.
“Risu, it’s beautiful! It’s… not dirty at all…”
Bringing the front up, he took her breasts in both hands and rubbed them, Rio gasping intermittently.
“Ah, ah… Shimoda-senpai…”
Yoshio touched her fudge-like breasts with one hand while repeating gentle kisses on her neck and back.
“ah… oh…”
Completely different from the situation when she was raped by Fukami, she was panting softly like an adorable kitten.
Rio herself felt the difference and turned to face Yoshio.
“Hokage… it’s incredible! When I was touched by Fukami, I hated it so much, but now… why? It feels so good…”
Rio complained sheepishly.
Trusting his Risu with love within his eyes, Yoshio sucked up her thin lips before entwining their tongues.
“Uh, uh, uh…”
Yoshio held tightly to receive caresses with his left hand while Rio, who was making teasing noises from her nose from time to time, started to move his right hand towards her lower abdomen.
The hill covered by the warm cilia had already swelled up and the stamen had hardened. Yoshio tenderly picked her, already erect and exposed, like a real pearl of a flower.
“ah, ah ah ah…”
Rio’s waist trembled slightly.
He slid his fingers down further and touched her secret lips that were already wet.
Yoshio gently used his fingers, playing with her secret entrance.
Only when the entire finger was wet with her love juice did Yoshio stop moving his finger.
Very satisfied with her response, Yoshio flexed his fingers and kept moving them up and down.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah… Senpai… it’s so comfortable…”
Drumming and swooshing, grunting and gurgling from her secret cave, Risu’s voice became high pitched.
“You’re so wet…”
“Ah… Yes…”
Rio gasped loudly. Yoshio tilted her up again.
“Hokage coming from behind to direct me feels so much like protecting me, it makes me feel so relieved! If only I could make love in this position… It might not work!”
When it came to making love, Rio’s body tensed up again.
“Sex… it hurts… but if I can make love to you…”
This would be caused by the fact that she had all been unreasonably demanded by Shamu!
So subconsciously, in Rio’s mind, sexual intercourse is considered to be a painful event.
“Does it really, really feel good?…”
Yoshio asked softly in her ear, on the other hand still gently tickling Risu’s stamen.
“A… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah… ah…”
The amount of her love juice on his fingers slowly increased.
With this level of wetness, it shouldn’t hurt if it was inserted.
Yoshio pulled his pants down and let Rio sit on his lap before using his hand to spread that petal of hers, bit by bit pressing that into his rod.
“Ah… mmmmmmmmm…!”
Risu’s body slowly sank down.
Gradually, Yoshio’s dick connected with her filled with love juice.
“That’s… great! You can do it in this position too ┅┅┅┅”
Having Rio in a back-to-back position wasn’t because Yoshio didn’t like her.
The soft and elastic back trembled slightly. That trembling became more and more intense as Yoshio slowly vibrated his waist up and down.
“Senior ┅┅┅┅!”
Amidst the rising pleasure, Risu screamed at the top of her lungs.
“This… is my first time! I’m not afraid anymore…”
“That’s great!”
Yoshio rocked his waist back and forth even more vigorously, punching at Rio.
“Release your body… so that you can reach orgasm…”
“Aaah, aaah, aaah…”
Rio shook his body almost spasmodically.
Yoshio’s dick was still pumping back and forth, the strokes not stopping.
“Ah, ah, ah, I…!”
The shivering voice said “I’m going to cum!” At the same time, there was an exhilarating response from the prick inside Risu.
Little by little, they stimulated his rod heart and led them to the peak.
Yoshio returned to his room and it was past one o’clock in the morning.
Seeing an automatic quartz watch that appears is already the day of Christmas.
Unexpectedly, Yoshio ends up not being able to find any girlfriends and will still have to live as a single person.
Small green lights flickered in the darkened room.
It’s a telephone for Yoshio in the room with a message indicator.
Fang Xiong’s parents, who are very concerned about their children’s privacy, used the extra ISDN backhaul to install a personal line for Fang Xiong since he entered high school.
“Yoshio… I would be very happy if you could attend the concert tomorrow…”
What appeared was Mariko’s voice.
The phone message is again broadcast in a mechanical voice.
“Knock-knock, eleven-thirty, one message.”
(Wouldn’t Mariko think that I’d run off somewhere at such a late hour!) Such thoughts made Yoshio feel uneasy, it was because of her job that she needed to stay up late every day, and as a result, she was still the same, how could she criticize her for this kind of behavior.
It got so late because he kept hugging Rio until she ended up in tears.
After a burst of venting sobs Rio, she was finally able to face Yoshio with a relieved smile on her face.
It was a face that was cloudy and full of almost stillness.
“I… decided to bury the past and live again…”
The police, who notified 110, arrived to take Fukami, who was already unconscious, and Rio and Yoshio, who had the videotape in their hands, back to the police station for questioning, and at the end of the investigation.
“Senpai… thank you very much…”
Rio bowed deeply.
As she buried the past, along with everything that had happened to them today, she had faded away, I guess! Yoshio had this feeling. Perhaps if one really thought about it carefully, such an ending might be the perfect one.
Perhaps I was too tired! As soon as I lay down on the flat bed, I immediately drifted off to sleep.
Yoshio, who was almost late for his class, was having a noisy discussion with his classmates.
“Bingo’s not enough of a gift for today’s dance…”
“My boyfriend… booked a full set at an international restaurant!”
…were talking to each other excitedly about tonight’s date!
“Hm, hm, hm… Phuong Hung. Who are you going to spend the night with?”
Natsuki and Akimoto came closer.
“Stop nagging! Of course you’re happier than me!”
Yoshio glares at Natsuki with a face full of happiness that he’s going to watch the Weather Boys concert with Jumi tonight. All he had to do was imagine the two of them watching it together, and it made Yoshio envious in a way he couldn’t let go of.
“I’m… still waiting for Yuankang’s reply…”
Akimoto, unlike before, lacked confidence and said with his head down.
“I know that there should be an eighty-five percent success rate based on the invitation response process for the date! I didn’t hear Maruka say she was going to her sister’s concert. Then I offered to go with her, but she replied that she already had a date with someone else first and couldn’t take me along…”
He seemed rather distressed, and his expression under his glasses was not angry.
“I’ve already booked the room… I didn’t realize I’d still have to cancel it on Christmas Eve night! This is the double suite I booked with Internet at the new hotel this morning!”
…seems to be preparing for a big night tonight, and now we’re just waiting for Maruka’s reply.
“… I’m sorry. Wait, okay!”
Suddenly there seemed to be a strange premonition． Yoshio snapped out of his seated position and stood up.
When I poked my head into the first grade classroom, I saw Maruka sitting next to the window, reading a magazine with her friend.
“Hey! Sister…!”
Since Maruka had always called him brother, and Yoshio then called her sister, as soon as he called out, Maruka realized it and immediately walked to the side of the door.
It was the first time they had met since their relationship yesterday, and Maruka’s attitude hadn’t changed much.
Only in her eyes, there was a bit more composure, a sense of a mature adult.
“It’s… about the concert tonight…”
“Well, brother you’d better go! Sister, she will be waiting for you, and if you don’t want to go alone, then I’ll go with you…”
And so it was! Just as Yoshio had guessed.
Considerate sister, Maruka, whose desire to set up Mariko and Yoshio turns out to be more important than her own Christmas Eve.
“You… just attend Mariko’s concert with Akimoto!”
Hearing Yoshio say that, Maruka’s face immediately reddened.
“Darn… why does brother know about this?”
“I know! Because I’m good friends with Akimoto, and if it’s that guy, he’ll treasure you!”
Yoshio, like a big brother, vouched for Akimoto’s character as he patted Maruka on the shoulder.
“Niinii… but… I don’t want to start a relationship with Akimoto yet…!”
“What does it matter, it’s just a concert!”
“Uh… Uh-huh. But what about brother’s plans for the concert?”
“Me? I…”
Yoshio took the tickets out of his purse.
Printed with [Mariko Segawa’s first concert. First floor, first row, number thirty-four].
“Wow! It’s the top row yay! It’s from your sister!”
Looking at Maruka, who was even more excited than himself, Yoshio ruffled her hair with a bitter smile.
“You need to stop worrying about me and get on with your life!”
Speaking to his lovely sister.
Mariko’s concert venue was full of people everywhere.
Almost all of them were young boys about Yoshio’s age.
Yoshio didn’t feel interested, yet he didn’t feel the same anxiety he had before.
Why? Because he was sure that Mariko liked him.
For his sake, he even made a special bento in his busy schedule and reserved the tickets for the first row seats for him, so Yoshio had already been very sure of Mariko’s feelings for him.
Tonight might be a busy night, but if they waited until Mariko’s work was over, perhaps they would have a chance to be alone together on Christmas Eve… Yoshio waited with anticipation for Mariko’s appearance.
With the sound of a grand orchestra playing, the curtain slowly went up, and on the stage appeared Mariko in a pure white dress. She was wearing a miniature dress made of many pieces of petticoats, which further emphasized her idol-like appearance.
Mariko, who started singing with an ear-shattering voice, smiled slightly when she saw Yoshio’s face.
Although he was quite worried that she would keep looking at him, Yoshio’s gaze still resided on Mariko.
The young girl who had given her handmade bento only yesterday was now singing in front of a bunch of fans, making Yoshio find it all so unbelievable.
Mariko used the props and sang along with the band.
She must have put the same amount of effort into her work as she did into her school program for the singing and dance rehearsals to have such a result! Thinking about it, Yoshio felt a sense of respect for Mariko.
Mariko’s eyes were coated with shimmering blue eyeshadow.
It was the first time I had seen Mariko with a lot of make-up on, and I felt quite beautiful.
“Mariko!” Screams from the fandom filled everywhere.
Was there really a way to have such a superhuman Mariko all by herself? Yoshio was getting a little restless again.
The flow of the program was going well and the show was nearing its end.
“Hello everyone! Are you guys happy with the Christmas Eve show tonight?”
Mariko asked excitedly to the audience.
Sweating a lot, you could tell she was pretty into the show.
“Tonight, I really appreciate your presence…”
To Mariko, who bowed deeply, the entire audience rose to their feet and applauded.
At that moment, from the back of the stage, Yoshio suddenly saw a face he had seen before.
It was that top-notch producer-Kindo, who looked at Mariko’s back with a wry smile on one side.
“Brother!”
At the end of the show, Yuuka called out to Yoshio, who was about to head in the direction of the backstage.
“Do you have a pass? If you don’t you won’t get backstage!”
“Ah… no!”
“Wow, you can have mine then! Good luck!”
Maruka handed Yoshio the yellow “STAFFONLY” sign.
She was followed by Akimoto, who was wearing a DNKY shirt and looking nervous.
With a bitter smile and a wave of his hand, Yoshio hurried toward the backstage.
（What’s going on? Why is that producer here…)
Yoshio had an uneasy feeling and stepped up his pace even more.
Because of the excitement of the end of the show, many of the staff stood in the corridor talking, and he finally found the control room with [Miss Mariko Segawa] written on it.
However, Manager Shimazaki stood at the door like a guard.
“Can’t go in right now! Mariko is talking about something.”
“Talking about things… It’s not going to be about nasty things, is it?”
Yoshio attached his ear to the door and heard Kindo’s voice.
“I love a girl’s sweat, it’s so fragrant!”
“Ah..! Stop it! Please don’t smell my place!”
“It doesn’t matter! It’s only the neck, but you still need to smell your armpits…”
“Ah… no!”
The blood in Yoshio’s brain rose all of a sudden.
Took that Shimazaki guy, kicked him out of the way, and then kicked at the door to the room.
“Arrest this thug!”
Shimazaki pressed down on his battered stomach, moaning on one side.
A scattering of staff rushed over, but when they saw what was going on in the room, everyone fell silent.
“Is this… is this called a conversation?”
Yoshio’s roar rang through the corridor.
“Phuong Hung… help me…!”
Mariko’s thin yelp turned into a sob.
The chest of Zi’s dress was ripped open and her round breasts were plucked out of her bra.
Her purple shorts had been pulled, indicating that Jintang had once violated her secret place.
“Maybe it’s nothing more than a commodity to you, but Mariko is a human being!”
Yoshio’s voice, underneath the shock and wrath, was frightening.
(Can I really do nothing?)
At the sound of Mariko’s thin sobs, Yoshio’s hands clenched into fists, but no one could fight!
Yoshio lay alone on his bed, tossing and turning and staring at the ceiling.
The darkness of show business seems to be something he’s seen in full force.
Later, Yoshio was immediately taken away by the police, who expelled him from the venue.
And what happened to the bra-stripped Mariko afterward, he didn’t know.
It’s already eleven o’clock at night. In an hour, Christmas Eve will be over.
Just now he called Mariko’s home and her mother answered the phone, “Neither Mariko nor Yuuka is back yet. What are these two sisters up to?…”
That’s the only answer.
(Mariko… will she still be crying?…)
It’s pretty clear that Jindo’s behavior is rape!
Although he didn’t know the scale of his reach, he had already let the man touch the center of his flower anyway! Yoshio’s anger was burning, jealousy and inexplicable excitement were about to burst out of his chest.
At this rate, Yoshio can’t possibly sleep. His father had also gone to a karaoke with his friends today and hadn’t come home yet. Let’s go to the fridge and get a Coke… I was about to get up when I thought about it. There was a click! The door opened and there was Mariko.
“Phuong Hung…”
“Ha, ha, ha…”
Yoshio didn’t hesitate to get up and face the bitterly smiling Mariko.
“I’m sorry! I rang the bell several times, but no one answered… and the door was open…”
“Ah! Is… is that so? Maybe the doorbell is malfunctioning! I’m sorry…”
“OOOO…”
Mariko turned her face away.
She had changed out of her concert clothes. Wearing what should be private clothes, a yellow knitted pullover sweater and a red pleated skirt, Mariko stood in the middle of Yoshio’s room.
“The job… is it going well?”
“Whoa! It was Shimazaki who sent me here. That man even kneeled down and apologized to me…”
“What…?”
“He said it was his fault for not treating me like a human being…”
The frames of Mariko’s eyes began to moisten.
“From now on, he’s going to organize my schedule according to my wishes, and he’s also agreed not to force me to do things I don’t like anymore…”
Mariko opened a contract stating that her wishes were to be honored in front of Yoshio. It not only had the seals of the company’s owner and Shimazaki on it, but also even the company’s seal.
“¡®That’s great!”
“Mmm… it was all Phuong Hung’s help… it was you who brought everyone to their senses!”
Mariko was all smiles.
“Just now, letting you see that bad scene, will you hate me…”
“No way!”
“I… was touched by the producer on my breasts and bottom… but that’s all…”
“Whoo!”
“You have to trust me…!”
“Of course I am!”
“Really..! That’s great…!”
Mariko let out a huge breath before collapsing onto the bed next to her.
“All of a sudden, I’m relieved… why do I feel… my whole body has no strength…”
From the inside of the mini-skirt, it was obvious that Pink Rose’s shorts were visible.
thin while being sandwiched between Mariko’s two strands.
“Hey, hey… they’ve seen us!”
Yoshio averted his gaze and said with caution.
“It’s okay… it doesn’t matter if Phuong Hung sees us…”
Because Mariko was looking at him with tender eyes, he had to cover himself by coughing on his staff frequently.
“Can I call you Yuu now?”
“Oh… uh… yes…”
Mariko called his name shyly.
“How… like a couple feeling…?”
“It’s not as if, it is!”
“What…?”
Yoshio, who couldn’t stand it, covered Mariko with his body, his lips clasped tightly.
“I… love Mariko. Only Mariko…”
“Phuong Hung…”
Mameko’s hand stroked Yoshio’s back back and forth.
“I’m so happy..! I’ve always believed…”
Mariko looked at him with a gentle and delicate expression and responded with a kiss.
“… Ah! But if I continue this job, is that okay with you? If I’m too busy with my work to date… will you forgive me?”
“Don’t you care! If you like the job, go ahead and do it! I’ll work hard to pass the test too!”
“Mmm… mmm!”
Yoshio picked up Mariko, who was once again asking for a kiss, and tried a deeper kiss.
“Uh… ah-oh… uh-oh…!”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t buy you a Christmas present…”
“It’s okay, you work too much!”
Yoshio felt, as he spoke, that he was a bit over the moon that he hadn’t bought a gift.
“I’m so sorry, I wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers for the concert today…”
I didn’t buy flowers because I felt a little embarrassed because I had never been to a florist before.
“It’s okay, I’m already happy that Yoshio went to my concert!”
Yoshio and Mariko both hugged each other tightly again.
“I wish to just stay in Yoshio’s arms and let you pamper me.”
Right in the middle of Mariko’s lovely murmur, Yoshio couldn’t help but reach his hand towards Mariko.
Her full, soft breasts could be felt in her snug sweater.
I slowly pulled her sweater down, unbuttoning her pink bra in the process. Her plump, rounded peaks were plainly visible. I used to think that she was an extremely thin and bony woman, but now I realize that she is actually the kind of woman who knows how to wear clothes and make herself look slim and thin.
Her breasts were rounder and fuller than expected. You are so beautiful. Yoshio caressed Mariko’s nipples and sucked on them. Yoshio, you are like a baby… I really like being in your arms. Mariko held Yoshio tightly in her arms and stroked his back.
“Phuong Hung, you’re so heavy… you really are a man, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry it’s so heavy!”
Said Yoshio as he hurriedly left her body.
“No, it’s okay… I like your body.” Said with a smile on one side.
Then remove his sweater completely.
“Yoshio, I’m giving you my first time as a Christmas present.”
Hearing that, Yoshio immediately took off his own clothes without hesitation.
Then leaned in close towards Mariko’s body.
“Yoshio, your body is so warm!”
Their flesh was pressed against each other, nipples against nipples, feeling each other’s body heat without a word.
Even though they were just body to body, they were connected to each other. It’s a feeling I’ve never had with another woman.
I like Mariko too much! Yoshio felt Mariko’s body as he tried to continue his exploration.
Through the slim waist, next comes the plump buttocks, and then the slim feet….
Model-like figure, perfect curves, all can be clearly felt from my hands. The part at the base of the thighs can tell that the pilose has been trimmed. It was shaved short because I often wore swimsuits. But as I reached deeper, it became more and more dense…
When Yoshio touched his hand to Rui Xinxu, everything was wet.
“Mariko, you’re so wet…”
Yoshio couldn’t help but pull Mariko’s thighs apart and bury his face in it… “Oh… Yoshio don’t…”
Mariko’s entire face turned red and she covered her face in embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed, your place is really delicious…”
Mariko moaned and her body curled up involuntarily.
From Mariko’s nervous physical reaction, Yoshio could fully sense Mariko’s fear of never letting a man touch her. He flicked his tongue against her, trying to break through her defenses… “Yoshio, you’re wonderful!”
As Phuong Hung’s tongue penetrated deeper and deeper into her, Mariko’s blood ran cold, and her pistil became wet and pink, as if declaring that Phuong Hung was ready for her…
Yoshio tried to push his fingers inside her flower lips, all the way through to the deepest part.
“Phuong Hung…”
Mariko seemed to sense something entering her body.
“Yoshio, is that your finger?”
“You don’t know?”
“I only know that something went in and I don’t know what it is because I can’t see it…”
“Well, I’ll show you then!”
He said as he hugged her thighs and leaned toward his shoulder. He was reflected in her eyes.
Yoshio placed Mariko’s hand on his own alter, guiding her to caress herself… Mariko showed a confused expression.
“This… won’t work… Phuong Hung!”
“You just stroke gently and slowly.”
In obedience Yoshio slid his parting into Mariko’s sheer garden.
The moment the two became one, he wished Mariko could see it too.
However, because Mariko was a virgin, she opened her eyes up in great fear.
Yoshio had wanted to enter slowly, step by step, but it made Mariko tense up more instead, her vaginal opening tightening. The more he entered the narrower it became, and the more pain she felt.
“Naru… ah…”
Finally the last hymen was reached.
Makoto’s body seemed to be patiently accepting Yoshio’s body as she tightly gripped the sheets. Finally… just at the moment when she exhaled loudly in an ah~, she instead relaxed her deepest tension and peeled off and finally entered her.
“Aaah… Phuong Hung…”
Yoshio faced Mariko.
“I got the Christmas present you gave me…”
Saying that Yoshio kept twisting his waist. Originally, he wanted to keep turning his body forward and backward as if it were a piston. But he couldn’t bear to watch Mariko’s agonizing appearance.
“Eeee… ha..! Aaah…”
Mariko’s eyes were closed in pain at first, and her flower lips were even moaning in agony as she felt the pain. Yoshio patiently caressed her breasts while turning his part to gradually touch her erogenous zones.
“Oh… I… I…”
Mariko’s moans grew louder and louder, much different than before! Pain decreased pleasure increased! Yoshio kept increasing the back and forth rotation of his parting as he saw Mariko’s excitement!
Zi Zi… The room was filled with the sound of nectar flowing from a woman’s private parts… He spoke loudly to Mariko.
“I love you…!”
Yoshio’s heart kept speaking of his love for Mariko.
The union of her body allowed Phuong Hung to understand what he really liked about her…
Yoshio’s part was tightly clamped by Mariko, as if he was going to ejaculate… with a little more force! He reveled in the pleasure. Being present in the body of the woman he loved, Yoshio felt that it gave him a feeling of security and love that he had never felt before.
This thought puts Mariko in Yoshio’s mind as someone who can’t be replaced by anyone.
“I love Yoshio too! I’ve always loved you since I was a kid!”
Holding hands with him in elementary school and walking home from school together always made my heart go poof. Mariko always liked to touch Yoshio’s hair. After Yoshio kissed Mariko several times, he finally bonded with her and had a deeper skinship.
“We are finally one!”
Mariko gazed at Yoshio between the half-open lips of her flower.
“By the way, look…”
Yoshio prodded Mariko’s gaze.
“Ah! No way… it goes in and out…”
Mariko looked stunned!
“I can’t believe how thick it is!”
Her eyes lit up and her face turned red as she watched. Yoshio didn’t want to miss this moment and wanted to start showing off his waist strength to the fullest again. Although he had been holding back, not wanting to move too hard. But in an instant, in Mariko’s fine cunt, he couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded!
“Mariko, I’m almost out!”
“I’m so happy! I understand that…”
Mariko smiled as she stroked Yoshio’s back.
“Men can’t help but cum if they make love to the woman they love, right?”
At that moment Yoshio was holding Mariko, and his soaked parting was once again raised.
” A., ohh. Yoshio…”
Mariko’s thin voice called out to Yoshio, and once again she clutched the sheets.
Between five slender fingertips, the white sheet was squeezed.
Meanwhile Mariko and Yoshio are once again one.
“Fong-hsiung, I somehow have a feeling of floating in the air…”
Pink-cheeked Mariko, overflowing with happiness, was as beautiful as the Virgin Mary.
Yoshio was completely mesmerized by her and kept twisting his waist.
“Aaahhhh… Phuong Hung…”
Mariko shuddered as her tightly wrapped secret garden, echoing Yoshio’s waist, began to vibrate.
concluding remarks
“What a wonderful night last night…”
Akimoto and Natsuki walked into Yoshio in a trance-like state.
“Watching the night view from my room at the Shinmotsu Tower, Maruka and I chatted and talked until the last train came. Even though she and I weren’t quite boyfriend and girlfriend, we felt that it was all too good to be true!”
Akimoto closed his eyes, lost in the ecstasy of last night.
“I passed by Jumi’s house yesterday after the concert and spent the night playing a game similar to professional wrestling with her brothers. Now the muscles and tendons in my whole body are very sore, but I feel happy.”
Natsuki’s neck turned in a click, but she was willing to do it.
“How about you Yoshio? How was your day yesterday? Alone?”
Yoshio slowly wriggled his lips in the face of the two men’s questioning.
“I… I…”
As Yoshio was about to speak, the voice of a schoolgirl came from the window. A black transportation vehicle stopped, and Shimazaki stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the door pressed by the assistant next to him.
Yoshio’s eyes immediately turned to that car door.
Yoshio thought to himself that it was probably Mariko!
But it was Sachiko-sensei who stepped out from behind the car door!
Sachiko-sensei let her hair down and talked to Shimazaki with her usual smile.
“What’s going on here?”
“Why is Sachiko-sensei…?”
Akimoto and Natsuki are completely unaware of the situation, only Yoshio knows something.
Because Mariko told me yesterday.
“Mr. Shimazaki has done some soul-searching. In the past, he was too preoccupied with his work to care about Ms. Sachiko’s feelings, and he was often in a hurry to get a date with Ms. Sachiko on his mobile phone…”
But all in all, Mr. Shimazaki and Sachiko-sensei are finally back to being the same loving lovers as before!
(Congratulations! Teacher…)
Yoshio’s heart was full of blessings for his teacher, and at the same time he believed that they would grow old together in the future, with such excitement, Yoshio edged towards the corridor.
In the hallway he ran into Risu and a policeman.
“Ah! Senpai…”
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay! Whoa! This is Mr. Yamazaki, he’s a police officer. Because he’s uneasy… he’s been driving me to school today…”
Rio was embarrassed and looked at Yamazaki, who greeted Yoshio with a salute.
“Even though I just met her not long ago… I want to protect Rio very much, and I will definitely love her!”
It was obvious that Rio relied on this guy.
The two of them innocently feel like they should have just started dating!
Everyone seems to be having a great Christmas Eve.
At that moment Mariko suddenly appeared at Yoshio.
“Good morning.”
Mariko looked at Yoshio with an embarrassed yet very sweet expression.
“Yoshio are you going to college?”
Mariko asked him that as she walked down the red brick paved shopping street on her way home yesterday.
“Ahhh, yesterday, I’ve decided to follow meticulous promotion.”
Mariko looked at Yoshio in confusion.
“So… what subject do you want to study?”
“Marketing…”
Yoshio was embarrassed.
“I want to study ways to make Mariko more popular…”
“Phuong Hung… that’s…”
Mameko suddenly lost her tongue and said with a sweet smile, “…the best Christmas present ever…”
Mariko hung onto Yoshio’s neck with both hands and her warm lips came up.
From the white sky, the first snow of the year drifted down, leading the passionately embracing lovers to another realm.
Yoshio touched Mariko’s warmth on one side and thought back to the five women he had spent Christmas with.
Each has her own unique charm and is fully committed to living her own life.
Occasionally, it would surface in Yoshio’s mind, their conversations, smiles and cries.
All the things they had experienced in those three weeks were fading into complex and tender memories.
It was like a beautiful poem, forever etched in Yoshio’s heart.
Thankful for this dramatic Christmas story, Yoshio kept stroking, close to his arm, Mariko’s beautiful long hair.