Fallen Angel of the Succubus (1)

prelude

Who is the one who can be called the number one beautiful girl in this school? Masaki Mineyama would always think about this matter on his way to school, and today was no exception.

Among the same third year, there didn’t seem to be any girls who were stunning enough. While outsiders often said that his school was a school for beautiful girls, he felt that his school year was the exception. Masaki was also well aware that he wasn’t popular enough to judge girls, but at least his imagination was free.

So. In the second year… well… there are some good ones… Masaki thought: If I were to choose, the girl in the library would be number one. She’s not very attractive, but she’s got a lot of character. The second-year girl who was always in the library was fair-skinned and sweet, like an honest, innocent child. Masaki doesn’t like to read, but he often goes to the library to spy on her.

She’s in second grade, so first grade…

“Brother!”

“Whoa!” Being suddenly hugged from behind made Masaki really startled.

“Oops! Scared you, huh?”

“Life expectancy has been shortened by three years.” Masaki said as he stopped and turned back.

“Because Shagui wanted to go to school with my brother today! But Niinii didn’t even wait for me.”

The girl who spoke had a pair of dripping eyes, revealing a grumble as if looking upward at Masaki: “Running to get here, I’m out of breath!”

“You’ll be late if you wait!”

“What are you talking about? I have swimming club practice every day, and I leave the house earlier than my brother. Or… do you feel embarrassed to go with your sister?”

“┅┅”

“Ah! Blushing! Brother is so cute!”

“Idiot!” Masaki lightly knocked Shagui’s head.

“It hurts! Ah! Brother look, there is a kitten on the fence!” Shagui exclaimed, running towards the kitten with glee, “Come here, kitty, don’t worry, I won’t bully you! Come here… ah! It’s gone. What a pity…” Sargui sputtered and ran back to Masaki, continuing, “Brother, I’m telling you, there’s someone in my class who loves cats…” Sargui said happily to Masaki with a variety of facial expressions and gestures.

Masaki, on the other hand, looked at Shakira’s face and her rich body language with a somewhat bewildered expression. It was so cute… long, beautiful hair without a single parting, perfect for tying in a butterfly knot… a small face with long eyelashes and large, twinkling eyes… a very small and delicate nose and mouth, and pale peach-colored lips that were soft and plump.

Although she was slightly shorter and looked more slender, her body proportions were rather well-proportioned due to the fact that she had learned to swim since elementary school. The cutest girl in the whole school, not just the first grade, was definitely Shagui. This was something that I had realized since ages ago.

However, Shagui is Masaki’s sister. It was wrong to hold such feelings for her sister that were no different from ‘falling in love’. Because of that, Masaki thought every day about whether there was a beautiful girl who surpassed Shagui, and tried to be careful not to be alone with Shagui.

“Brother! Are you listening to me or not!” Shagui ranted. She didn’t know Masaki’s mood, naively looking up to her brother.

“Uh… sorry, because I had a toothache early this morning.” Masaki didn’t dare to answer positively, so he had to make excuses.

“Mom told you to go to the dentist a long time ago! Haven’t you gone yet?”

“Eh, too much trouble.”

“Born lazy bones. You’ll never get a girlfriend at this rate!”

Hearing this sensitive remark, Masaki suddenly freaked out, grabbed Shagui’s head and pressed it against his chest, cursing, “Mind your own business!”

“Y… haha! I’m sorry!”

“Unforgiven!”

“Don’t! Hate… hahahahaha…”

The two playfully teased each other, and Sha Gui laughed so hard that even tears came out of his eyes.

Brother and sister… But the truth is… Masaki didn’t dare to think about it any further and quickly caught up with his sister who was laughing and running away.

“Ah!”

“Yikes! I’m sorry…” Sagui apologized as she bumped into the male student next to her, and Masaki rushed to catch up.

“Right… ah!” Masaki saw the other’s face as he apologized and froze for a moment.

“Shoujun…”

“Phew! Good morning, Mineyama.” As usual, Mamoru Kanzaki always greeted Masaki in a subdued manner.

Clear-headed, good-looking (spiteful!) He’s like a cold adult. His unapproachable demeanor, unlike that of a person his age, made Masaki the only one in the class who added ‘Jun’ to his name.

“So cute, your sister?” Mamoru said and smiled at Shagui: “I’m Mamoru Kanzaki, a friend of your brother.”

“Ah, yes, I’m Shagui Mineyama.” Shagui nodded to Mamoru with an uneasy look like a scared child.

Friends? Since when? Masaki unconsciously gazed at Mamoru. Although he was in the same class, he hardly ever talked to Mamoru alone.

Mamoru looked at Shagui and smiled again, as if to say ‘What’s wrong?’ Although his face was smiling, Mamoru’s eyes were completely devoid of mirth. The eerie oppressiveness of his body pressed in tightly, causing Masaki to do nothing but remain silent.

“Ah… Brother, I… I’ll go first.” Shagui also seemed to sense the unique atmosphere that Mamoru was bringing, and ran away as if he had no life.

“Masaki, I didn’t know you had a sister like that.” Mamoru called him ‘Masaki’ in an extremely normal tone.

“Ah… we’re not quite like…” replied Masaki. With a strange feeling, he walked alongside Mamoru.

“You guys are very close! Just like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Don’t be ridiculous!” Suddenly slapped in the face, Masaki shouted, “She’s just a sister! She’s not related by blood, but that kind of brat…”

“No blood!?” Mamoru stopped in his tracks and looked at Masaki with wide eyes.

“Ah… no…” It’s over. Masaki thought to himself that he had accidentally blurted it out.

“You and her aren’t really siblings?” Mamoru’s eyes suddenly gleamed as if he had discovered something great.

Masaki had no choice but to continue: “… Sagui was adopted by our family for some reason when she was very young. I… I didn’t know about it until recently.”

“Does she know about this?”

Masaki shook his head, “I don’t want to tell her. But she’ll find out someday.”

“You’re only fooling yourself by pretending to be brother and sister to her.” Actually, Mamoru wasn’t even qualified to criticize to that extent, but he pretended not to notice Masaki’s wrathfulness, and asked with a brutal lack of concern, “By the way, you’ve got a toothache, huh?” He asked, easily changing the subject.

“Uh… yes…”

“Actually, my mother is a dentist. She’s extra gentle if it’s a friend of mine. You can go to my mother’s hospital today! It doesn’t matter if you bring your health insurance card anytime.”

“But that…”

“That’s all! My mother’s very skillful.”

Mamoru patted Masaki’s shoulder, the cold touch of her slender fingertips coming from her clothes. Later, Masaki remembered that he had not seen Mamoru appear when he and Shagui talked about the toothache. So, Mamoru was hiding and watching them secretly? That’s not true, is it? Why did Shou…

As a result, Masaki takes Mamoru’s advice and comes to Kanzaki Dental after school. Mamoru’s mother, Shizuko, seems to be the director of this big hospital. However, Mamoru was not there.

“I’ll call my mother first and say hello at the office when you arrive at the hospital. I… I have some things to do today to prepare for my future and yours.” After saying that, Mamoru floated a smile with a different meaning.

What about my future with you, it’s a mess and disgusting. Masaki thought this in his heart, but Mamoru’s unique and highly oppressive feeling still somehow made Masaki unable to resist.

“Excuse me! I’m Masaki Mineyama.” Masaki knocked on the office door.

“…” There seemed to be someone inside, but they didn’t come to answer the door.

“I’m sorry, uh… I’m Masaki, a classmate of Kanzaki Mamoru… Huh?” After a few knocks, the door opened. Masaki hesitated at the door for a moment before taking a step in.

The small, dark office seemed empty, but…

“Ah… um…” came a woman’s voice from behind the curtain at the end of the room: “Ah… doctor… already…”

“Leaking already?”

“Yes…”

“I really can’t do anything about you, you climax after gently playing with it, vegetable picking is really kinky! However, if you think I’m going to let a horny girl like you give out so easily, you’re sadly mistaken!”

“Aaahhhh… no…!”

“Don’t lie to me. Look, there’s so much nectar coming out already. If you like to be played with in the ass, make it nice and clear!”

What… what kind of conversation is this! Masaki couldn’t believe it. Although he was surprised, he couldn’t turn around and leave. He felt as if his eyes were being sucked in, and he couldn’t help but continue to peer in through the gap.

“Umm… ah…”

At the other end of the office, in the consulting room, a nurse in a white coat sat on the consulting table.

“Bite yah, straight stick, the vegetable picker’s ass is slowly swallowing the toy in it! It’s like it’s so cozy na!”

The nurse called Vegetable Picker’s hands were tied behind her back and bound on the treatment table. In the gap of her torn and messy white dress, her white and plump breasts were exposed. Her nurse’s skirt was rolled up, but her feet were spread wide and fixed to the sides, while the center was illuminated by the light of a flashlight used for treatment.

“Oops, what to do? It’s almost time for the patients to come. Should we make the scene of the vegetables picking and leaking for the patient to visit?”

The speaker had long black hair and red lips. Her face was beautiful and passionate, but her eyes exuded a cold and intimidating feeling. They were exactly the same as Mamoru’s eyes. She must be Shizuko.

“Don’t… ah… ah… ah!”

Shizuko held the remote control in her hand, which seemed to operate the motorized dildo that was inserted into Nabiki’s asshole. Nabiki shook her head vigorously with tears streaming down her face, and the stimulation seemed to become stronger instead.

“Ah… Ah… I’m leaking, leaking…”

The bound Nabiki arched her body, her whole body shook and trembled, her nipples hardened and swelled upwards, and even Masaki, who was peeping from behind the curtain, knew that Nabiki had reached orgasm. It’s too powerful. Masaki thought to himself. He was oblivious to the SM lesbian couple in front of him, and while rubbing his thighs to soothe his thighs that had been towering and swollen since a moment ago, he gulped his saliva.

“That’s so nasty. Sticking it up your ass and having an orgasm, isn’t that shameful?”

“Oooh… I’m sorry…”

“Never mind, looks like you’re gradually being conditioned by me to be a masochistic slave too na! Next time, I’ll let you perform in my club. Think about it, you can ascend to heaven in front of a lot of people like you did just now! What do you think? Are you trembling with joy? Me too! I’m thrilled to see you slowly becoming more and more aware of being abused…” Shizuko kissed Nabiki’s tear-stained face, and then turned the treatment table.

Masaki’s eyes reflected Nabiki’s white thighs that were wide open from side to side and her soaked private parts. The pubic hairs on the top were spread out to the sides, and the pink walls of the flesh looked very thick due to the blood engorgement. The part that was still wet and filled with transparent nectar was still opening wide with a twitch. Below that, the huge prick that would make one exclaim ‘how thick it is’ was still twisting and digging to expand the vegetable picker’s asshole.

“Aha…” Unaware that her lustful behavior was in full view of the man’s eyes, Nabiki gasped with a wet, hot breath.

Masaki finally couldn’t hold back any longer and rushed out of the office to rush to the restroom.

“Hello, I’m Shizuko, Mamoru’s mom. Mamoru is in your care.”

“No, please tell me more.”

After a while, Shizuko, who greeted Masaki, looked just like an ordinary female doctor. No, she was much more gorgeous and sexy than an ordinary doctor, and she was so young that she couldn’t tell that she was already the mother of a high school student. But compared to the Shizuko who had just played the SM sex game, she was as ordinary as another person.

“Please go to the treatment table over here.” The one who greeted Masaki was Nabiki. Nabiki did the same, as if nothing had happened just now, guiding Masaki with a gentle and kind smile.

“We’re going to put the chair down! Please open your mouth. Ah… It’s hurting here, isn’t it? I’m going to grind it off a little bit.

Put the medicine in lo… If it will hurt, raise your right hand.”

The slender drill rested against the surface of the teeth, whining and whimpering as it began to grind. A sharp pain came from the cone of pain, but Masaki managed to endure it without raising his hand. He opened his eyes slightly to see Shizuko, who was gazing into Masaki’s mouth, and realized that the white collar of her shirt, which revealed her bosom, was open surprisingly low.

In this way, Masaki felt as if he was being played in the palm of the Queen’s hand… A dangerous fantasy that arose for a moment, but Masaki immediately waved it away. What are you thinking about? I’m definitely not a masochist, Masaki thought. If I were to be categorized, I would at least be a sadist… something… no, that’s not true! I’m just an ordinary person.

“Peak Hill-kun, does it hurt? Your body seems taut.”

“Pfft (no)!”

“Then today’s treatment is over for now. The hole has been stuffed with temporary medicine, so it may be a little uncomfortable at first, and sometimes there will be a bitter taste of the medicine, so please bear with me!”

“Yes…”

Even after the treatment was completed, the SM he had just seen still didn’t fade from Masaki’s mind. This person, why would he do something like that? Did Mamoru know that his mother was a lesbian abuser? Masaki thought to himself, could it be that Mamoru already knew about this and called him here specifically in order for Masaki to visit?

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, no, I’ll come back another time.”

“Wait, Peak Hill, Si, Masaki, stay a moment if you can, okay?”

“Uh…” Masaki hesitated: No way? I hate being abused.

“What a look! You were asked to stay for this.”

Shizuko went to the table in the corner of the treatment room, took out a card like a playing card from the drawer and said, “This is a tarot card, Masaki has heard of it, right? They are used by gypsies since ancient times to divine the fate of all human beings.”

She spread out the deck, and each side-by-side card was painted with incredibly suggestive designs.

“I’m very good at divination, and it’s very well received! Can Masaki let me do the same…?”

With that, Shizuko moved her hand and began shuffling the cards, then asked Masaki to cut them. Her slender, white fingers arranged the cards on the table, and they really looked like Mamoru’s hands.

“First, it’s the past. The reverse position of ‘power’… You were in unrequited love, weren’t you? And, the object was someone who wasn’t allowed to fall in love.”

That meant Sha Gui! Suddenly being spoken to, Masaki’s heart couldn’t help but puff and puff.

“Again, it’s the connection between the past and the present. ‘Magician’? …It means that a new collaborator has appeared on your side. That person will give you values, and new experiences that you never knew before.”

Could it be that that person was referring to Mamoru? Is Mamoru going to give himself something?

“Now… oops, it’s the reverse position of ’empress’! Maybe, I’ll be tempted by an older woman!”

While Shizuko spoke as if nothing had happened, Masaki’s back kept breaking out in a cold sweat. Maybe the peeping just now had been discovered long ago!

“And again – the future!”

Masaki glanced toward the tabletop, there were seven cards left.

“I will turn them over for you one by one later! By the suggestion of the cards, you must decide your own future.”

Shizuko’s dark eyes gazed at Masaki. Her tender red vermilion lips were slightly open in the shape of a crescent moon, and a smile brushed across her lips if anything. It was the face of an SM queen. Masaki’s whole body shivered slightly, and finally, the male root hardened.

Chapter 1 – The Pope.

Did that really happen? Even the next day, Masaki’s head was still captured by the light he had seen yesterday.

The nurse who was tied up on the treatment table, moaning, with her white breasts, her wet pussy, her hard asshole, her curved and twisting electric rod…

Oooh… The tent has been erected again. Last night, I masturbated until my glans was so swollen and sore, wasn’t that enough? Masaki struggled with the thought: “Oh no, it’s the middle of a lesson”! He tried his best to calm down and focused on the blackboard.

“He must always have his own way… In this case, the auxiliary verb must means whatever, no matter what…” Masaki’s teacher, Ms. Yako Iwai, pronounced her English as usual today. As usual, her English pronunciation was as fluent and perfect as a foreigner’s.

Of course, Masaki doesn’t like to work hard, but Ms. Yako’s class is an exception. Ms. Yako is pretty, has a sweet voice, and is an intellectual beauty who graduated from a super famous university.

“The next part is less commonly used in everyday English conversation, but it will be tested on the exam, so you should still memorize it.”

The teacher’s calm tone of voice was equally tough, but unlike today’s common female teachers, her attitude of not compromising with her students was really cool. I’ve heard that not only boys, but also many female students like Ms. Yako. However, I can’t even listen to Ms. Yako’s class today. Masaki looked over at Mamoru, who was sitting diagonally in front of him. He remained unchanged, looking at his textbook with an expressionless face.

By the way, Masaki suddenly remembered, what did this guy mean yesterday when he said something about ‘my future with you’?

“B… Bongsan, pick up the chant.”

“Huh? Ah…”

Ms. Yako glared at Masaki, “Not listening to the class are you? Five points off your semester grade!”

That’s it. Masaki frowned, but Ms. Yako immediately continued, “However, if you stay after school, you won’t get any points deducted. I’m looking for some help today, so would you like to take it, Peak Hill?”

If you were planning to keep someone down from the beginning, you should have named the guy who skipped class! Masaki thought to himself, and had no choice but to nod his head in agreement.

“Not much luck na! Masaki.” During the break, Mamoru walked over to Masaki’s seat.

“It’s okay…”

“Right…”

As Mamoru spoke, his eyes looked around the class, where the students were watching Masaki and Mamoru’s seemingly intimate conversation with curious eyes. In the past, Mamoru had gained the respect of the students around him, but he was always alone, isolated from everyone. Why Mamoru, who seemed to belong to another world, suddenly approached Masaki, even Masaki himself did not know.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter to talk.”

“Huh?”

If I leave my seat now, I’m sure I’ll be talked about even worse. But Mamoru didn’t care about Masaki’s predicament and said ‘Let’s go’ and walked out of the classroom. Masaki could only smile vaguely as a cover-up, and followed him out.

The two came to the end of the school building, the hallway in front of the library.

“Mamoru-kun, what is it that you have to come to a place like this to say?”

“Just call me Mamoru, Masaki.” Mamoru said with a look of utter disinterest.

“As far as I’m concerned, all I care about is how you feel, and what the other guys think is none of my business.”

He said, grunting and smothering two laughs, “How was it? Yesterday’s SM…”

“You know…!”

“Of course I know about my mother. Not only is she an SM but she has an interest in being spied on. Wanted to do it to you when she knew you were going to visit.”

“Wh… what…” Masaki couldn’t close his mouth in surprise.

“Since she still has me as her son, it’s more like she’s bisexual than gay. But she’s into that vegetable picking now.”

“Shou-kun… no, Shou, do you think this is okay? It’s too abnormal, isn’t it?”

“Not normal you say?” In an instant Mamoru’s face suddenly became as hideous as a demon’s.

“Of course it’s not normal. Besides, don’t you feel sorry for the vegetable picker?”

“Hohoho… heh… hahahaha…” Mamoru finally burst out laughing as if he couldn’t hold back his laughter at my words: “Hahahahahaha… so, Masaki, aren’t you at all excited because of your pity for picking vegetables?”

“Umm…” Masaki couldn’t refute Mamoru’s words. Even just now, during class time, he himself was excited by the thought of yesterday’s scene.

“Say what you will, but desire is upright. I find honest villains much more endearing than those lying hypocrites. What with common sense and morals, anyone who believes in those is a fool.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It doesn’t matter, it won’t take long for you to realize. At that time, you and I will become true bosom buddies. And then…” Mamoru said, suddenly averting his gaze to look into the distance, followed by another ambiguous smile of indiscernible meaning.

“Don’t joke, do you want me to play SM…”

At that moment, the door to the library snapped open. The one who stepped out from it was the young girl who Masaki had privately admired for a long time as the second year library member. She couldn’t have heard the conversation just now, could she? The young girl stood still with an expression filled with doubt and shame. Masaki was so embarrassed that even his cheeks warmed up, but Mamoru didn’t seem to care at all, and even stared at her whole body uneducatedly.

“Hey!” Masaki’s stop was not heeded by Mamoru in the slightest. The young girl who was being stared at was like a white rabbit that had run into a python, and her whole body kept trembling.

“Hey! That’s enough, isn’t it?” Masaki scolded. Mamoru, who didn’t care if his mother was a sadist and treated morality and common sense like dirt, seemed to be able to glimpse that demonic and evil original face underneath his dignified and cold features.

“Let’s go!” Masaki grabbed Mamoru’s wrist and left the library.

After school, Masaki waited alone in the classroom for Ms. Yako. It was already twilight outside the window. It was the time when even the students of the club had already gone home, but the teacher still hadn’t come yet. Did she forget? Forget it, Masaki thought to himself, just go back.

“Sorry I’m late…” as Masaki stood up, Ms. Yako finally appeared.

“I’m sorry I left you behind myself.”

“No… please… what is it exactly?”

“Uh… in fact…” said Ms. Yako, but she was about to stop, “Ah, would you like some juice? It’s a special treat for you as an apology.”

Obviously changing the subject. It’s really strange, not at all like the strict teacher in the past. When Masaki looked at her, he realized that although she was pretending to be fine, her cheeks were flushed with heat, her eyes were slightly moist, and her voice seemed to be high and excited…

“Sensei!”

“Well, that… Bongsan…” said Ms. Yako, frowning and biting her lower lip tightly.

“Teacher, are you okay?”

“I’m… sorry…”

“Teacher?”

The teacher’s eyes pooled with tears as she shook her head on one side and suddenly crouched down on the spot on the other.

“Ah! That, I… teacher…”

Masaki was at a loss for words. It was the first time in his life that a female in front of him had cried to him like this, and it was completely different from making Sagui cry as a child.

“I’m sorry… forgive me!” The teacher, who was crouching on the floor, suddenly stepped forward and hugged Masaki, unbuckled his belt with his hands, loosened Masaki’s pants, and then pulled down the zipper…

“No, don’t! Teacher, what are you doing!”

“Please… Bongsan…”

Masaki was trying to push the teacher away, but the teacher’s hand tightly gripped Masaki’s man-root and pulled it out of his underwear. After casually rubbing it with her hand, she took a breath and took it to the root with her mouth.

“Umm… ah…”

In an instant, a dizziness-like pleasure hit him, and the numbness rushed up from Masaki’s veins, and even the strength to push Sensei away from him wandered away to nowhere. Sensei whimpered from the bottom of his throat with ‘mmm, mmm’, his lips moving up and down.

“No…”

Masaki was already drowning in pleasure. A woman performing oral sex on him was certainly his first time. The soft and elastic mucous membrane stimulated the area that could make him feel good, causing the glans area to gradually become hard. Although he had heard people describe it before, he never thought it would be this comfortable.

“mmm… mmm… mmm…”

Ms. Yako’s melon face, full of sensuality, was a little skewed from containing Masaki’s man-root. Wanting so badly to plunge deep into the base of his throat and rape his teacher’s mouth, Masaki paused violently, surprised at his horrible lust. What the hell, am I thinking?

“Teacher! Stop!” Masaki barely managed to find a shred of sanity and pushed Yako-sensei out of the way.

“Ah…”

Too intoxicated from earlier, Masaki was unable to control his strength at once and pushed his teacher down prone on the floor. Her narrow skirt was rolled up to just above her knees, and one could see what seemed to be glowing between her thighs. But now was not the time to explore the mysteries of the skirt. After adjusting his breathing and finally calming his manhood, Masaki gazed at Yako-sensei.

“Teacher, what’s going on here? Why are you doing this…”

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Masaki: “You really failed, Yakko!”

A voice that always sounded like it was looking down on someone, there was no mistaking it – “Mamoru!”

“Phew! Masaki, not bad! Turning down a blowjob from Yako is worthy of my good friend.”

“Shut up! Why on earth would you instruct a teacher to do such a thing?”

“Yako is a member of the SM club run by my mother, and a masochist as good as any, by nature.”

“Nonsense! Teacher is…”

The teacher crumpled to the floor, sobbing softly but not denying Mamoru’s words.

“It’s true. Yako, perform for Masaki! Let him know that the intellectual schoolteacher, Iwai Yako, is actually such a woman!”

“Aaahhhh… don’t…”

Mamoru approached Ms. Yako, tugging on her hair to get her to lift her face, then quickly picked her up and turned her in Masaki’s direction before lifting her skirt all the way up in one breath.

“AH…” What Ms. Yako was wearing in her narrow skirt was not ordinary cloth panties, but something that looked like a thin black belt. But rather than covering it, it seemed to be binding it, tightening the teacher’s lower abdomen fiercely.

“Come on! Spread your thighs so Masaki can get a good look.”

“Umm…”

Mamoru grabbed Yako-sensei’s thighs and pulled them outward, and the teacher’s private parts were immediately exposed to Masaki’s eyes. The black leather, like a thong, was embedded in the center of the teacher’s private parts. The pubic hairs were spread apart and pressed tightly together, and the part of the slit was red and swollen, so it seemed that the leather had sunk in very deeply. Although this must have been quite painful, the teacher’s lower body was so wet that the leather reflected the watery light. Masaki felt that the sides of his teacher’s thighs were glowing, also because of the nectar seeping out of his pussy and flowing down his thighs.

“Yako was always bundled up like this under the narrow skirt of her serious form. She masturbates in the restroom every time class is over. Right, Yakko?”

Mamoru’s vulgar words were not at all like those of a student. However, Ms. Yako didn’t accuse Mamoru, who had spoken unkindly, at all, but only shook her head in a despondent manner.

“Take off your top too.”

At Mamoru’s suggestion, the teacher really started to undress herself, and underneath the dress was really black lingerie. Even though it was underwear, the waist and the lower part of the breasts were tightly bound, and the breasts, which were wrapped up so tightly, were unnaturally squeezed out from the top. The leather just happened to be located in the area where the breasts were stimulated, so the teacher’s nipples had hardened and were firm and very tempting.

It’s so tempting to suck. Masaki gulped down the saliva spilling out of his mouth. Although he didn’t know if the teacher was really a member of the SM club, but whether it was the wet lower body or the high nipples, it showed that the teacher was indeed already feeling pleasure.

“How nasty, to use a chastity belt and leather underwear to get comfortable. This kind of woman has to be taught a good lesson.”

Mamoru said, pulling out, at some point, an implement that resembled a golf ball going through a leather string, and a wide-brimmed black leather belt.

“Know this. It’s called a nephew ball, and it’s a favorite prop of masochists.” Mamoru said as he pried open the teacher’s mouth and shoved the ball part in hard, then wrapped the leather rope part around the back of his head and tied a knot to secure it.

“AH… Ummm…” The balls were moist from the teacher’s saliva. Mamoru tied Teacher’s hands and wrists with a belt and then raised them above her head.

“What’s up, Masaki? That makes her look less like a teacher and more like a masochistic slave begging to be abused!”

“Uh… ah… ah…”

Stop it! Don’t you dare do such a thing to your teacher! Although Masaki’s heart kept screaming, his body was as if frozen, completely unable to move. The center of his back and the lower half of his body tingled as if he had been anesthetized, and he could only watch Mamoru’s abuse of his teacher.

It must be because of the oral sex just now. With what little rationality he had left, Masaki whispered to himself an excuse that he could accept. It was because of what the teacher had just done that he couldn’t save her. And, and the teacher was…

“Yako, you almost want the real thing, don’t you?” Mamoru whispered in the teacher’s ear, and when she nodded in embarrassment, she continued, “So, want Masaki to stick it in?”

Sensei nodded once more. Seeing this, Mamoru resumed his hand on Sensei’s chastity belt (the first time Masaki had ever heard of the term), undoing the loops next to her waistbone, and the black leather between her femurs immediately fell away.

“Ah!” Masaki unconsciously screamed out.

On the inside of the black leather, at the point where it was close to the teacher’s private parts, there were two protrusions in the shape of meat sticks. Two… In other words, from the very beginning, Ms. Yako’s pussy was blocked at both the front and back. Moreover, the excitement from Mamoru’s cruel treatment made her pussy so wet. The soft walls of her flesh were twitching as if saying ‘more, harder’.

“Masaki, this bitch says she wants you to stick it in, what do you think?”

“How!” Masaki reflexively shook his head.

“Yes… I’m sure that’s right. Yakko, what about Masaki’s comment about hating dirty perverted women?” Mamoru said, reaching down to Yako’s lower body and poking his finger in.

“Umm… Umm… Umm…”

As the fingers moved in and out, chirping sounds continued to emanate, causing the teacher to shake her body even more violently and gasp loudly. Her breasts popped out of the leather restraints, and her mouth, which had been sealed by the nephew’s ball, oozed saliva from the edges of her unsealed lips.

“Masaki, if you don’t fuck her again, she might go crazy! I don’t care, but do you think that’s okay?” Mamoru asked in a relaxed tone like he was discussing homework.

“You’re the one who’s crazy! Don’t you know it’s unforgivable to do such a thing?”

“Even though Yako craves it?”

“…” Masaki didn’t answer.

It was true that what Mamoru had done was too much, but it was also true that the teacher was enjoying herself. Masaki struggled with the fact that he was, after all, an ordinary man, and that he couldn’t violate his teacher in any way.

“Never mind, if you mustn’t have it, there’s nothing I can do. But look at this…”

Mamoru said, taking out a Polaroid photo and showing it to Masaki. In the photo was a picture of Ms. Yako, who had her face buried in Masaki’s buttocks, and Masaki, whose eyes were half-closed.

“Wouldn’t it be bad if the school knew about a teacher messing around with a student after school? My mother, though not very noble, is still a member of the PTA, and the donations to the school are a sizable amount. If we were to go after her, it would be a big scandal. It’s a big scandal… You and Yako were forced to leave the school, so it was your own fault, wasn’t it? What about Sadya? I hope she won’t be ostracized or bullied…”

“Son of a bitch…”

It’s despicable. Masaki had already realized that the whole Yako-sensei thing had been a trick set up by Mamoru from the beginning (most likely from the time she asked Masaki to stay). However, I didn’t expect him to bring up Sagui as a threat.

“How? Still insist on following the teachings of ethics and morality? Or are you going to enjoy raping her here? Yakko is waiting for you! Hey, Yako, beg him the way a slave would!”

Mamoru unlocked the nephew’s ball in his teacher’s mouth, and the saliva-soaked ball rolled to the ground with it.

“Aaah… Aaah… Aaah… Bongsan…” Teacher Yako, with large teardrops welling up under her eyes, looked at Masaki and said with a sense of grievance, “Come on…”

“Idiot! To say please stick it in! Please stick Master Masaki’s thick meat stick inside Yako!”

“Uh… Master Masaki…”

“Sensei…” An electric shock rushed up Masaki’s back.

“Please insert… please insert your thick birch… ah…” said the teacher, turning her face away in utter shame.

But Masaki’s eyes glimpsed for a split second that while the teacher was uttering lewd words, nectar was continuously gushing out of her pussy again in puffs.

“Masaki!” Mamoru urged, pushing Masaki’s back. Masaki was dead in the water and had to face his teacher.

“Teacher, I’m sorry…” said Masaki in a shaky voice.

This is for Shagui’s sake, Masaki thought to himself, but after removing his pants and underwear, the tip of his manhood was already oozing with juices, making it sticky and slippery. In order not to hurt her, he took hold of Ms. Yako, who was sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide, and moved her to the dress-covered floor… and then he pushed up… Unbeknownst to Mamoru and Ms. Yako, Masaki was still a virgin up to this day. He himself had never imagined that he would lose his virginity in this way.

The warm and tender walls of flesh slowly welcomed Masaki’s tip. “Oooh…” The elastic and dense walls wrapped around Masaki’s manhood and pushed it inward, and the wet, winding path of flesh wrapped around the glans. Masaki couldn’t stand it and couldn’t help but use his waist. Immediately there was a subtle sensation of layers of flesh walls, stimulating Masaki’s sensitive parts.

“Ohh… A.ohh… A.ohh… A.ohh…” gasped Ms. Yako, who was underneath Masaki, as she matched Masaki’s waist thrusts.

As Masaki slapped his swaying breasts and squeezed them, the teacher’s gasps became sweeter and sweeter: “Ummm… Ummm… Ah… Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…”

It’s wonderful… It’s so comfortable…

The next Masaki had completely surrendered himself to male instinct. He went crazy, and kept pounding his waist pole into his teacher with force.

“Here it is!” At that moment of realization, Masaki couldn’t help but think, ‘Is this okay? He hesitated for a moment, but then thought about how good it would be if he could ejaculate deep inside her… With that thought, he couldn’t stop his thrusts.

“… Bongsan… A.~…” Teacher’s back arched all of a sudden, and the chamber wrapped around Masaki contracted tightly, as if on cue, and Masaki freed his consciousness in an instant and ejaculated inside Yako-sensei in a single breath.

I, actually did such a thing. By the time Masaki felt the aftershock, it was all over.

“That’s great, Masaki. From now on, whenever you want to violate Yako is up to you. This, is a small token of my friendship to you.” Mamoru said, handing Masaki a small remote control. “We have Yako’s class tomorrow as well, so press the button and have some fun in the middle of class! Yakko, do you hear me?”

Ms. Yako nodded silently before pulling the already crumpled up dress over the top of her leather tight underwear and staggering out of the classroom.

Mamoru held Masaki’s shoulders, who was still dumbfounded, and whispered in his ear like an incantation: “Masaki, you’ve only just begun. You’ve opened the first door, and you’ll have to keep moving forward. Starting tomorrow, it’s going to be fun after school.”

It wasn’t until he separated from Mamoru on the way home and was left alone that Masaki finally came to his senses. However, even though his heart was filled with guilt, his body still retained the remnants of his excitement.

“Bastard!”

The pedestrians on the road all turned around to look at Masaki who suddenly yelled out. Masaki ignored it completely and quickly ran forward. The sexual intercourse that used to exist only in the world of imagination was suddenly experienced in that form. It wasn’t a sexual intercourse that Masaki had willingly had, but an unnatural rape of the body alone, coerced and forced by Mamoru. However, Masaki’s body still reacted, and the pleasure he experienced was deeply etched into Masaki’s body.

If I could forget, I’d like to forget today… No, I’d like to forget all of yesterday, when Mamoru started talking to me. Knowing that this was impossible, Masaki could only run around randomly in order to forget for a while.

“You’re back! Huh?” Upon returning home, Masaki ignored his mother and quickly ran up the stairs, shutting himself into his room before slumping into his bed in dismay.

(mmmm… mmmm… mmmm… ah… ah… ah…) Quietly, Ako-sensei’s moans began to echo in his mind, and Masaki felt a natural burning between his thighs, and his manhood stood up in search of excitement.

“What for!” Masaki, who realized his desire, immediately got up and pressed the switch on the CD stereo. Usually he wore headphones to listen to music at night, but today he turned it up to the heavens.

Knock knock. There was a knock on the door of his room. Anyway, mom and dad must be coming to scold him for the noise, so I don’t care. Masaki still played his favorite song over and over again.

However, the voice outside the door was not a complaint: “Bro… can I talk to you for a minute?”

Masaki cuts the power to the stereo and opens the door. Shagui, standing in the doorway with a troubled look on his face, looks up at Masaki.

“Did something happen at school?”

“Uh… that… now, doesn’t brother want to talk to Sha-gui?”

Discussing homework would be exempt. But Shagui’s mind wasn’t bad, so it shouldn’t be about that. Since he knew that Masaki was in a bad mood, and he even made it a point to talk to him, it had to be something important.

“Come in.”

In her pajamas, Shagui sat on Masaki’s bed, her delicate hands clasped above her knees. Masaki tried to regain as much rationality and equanimity as he could. Although he regretted doing what Mamoru had told him to do, the thought that he was doing it for the sake of this lovely… made him feel somewhat better.

“What is it?”

“Didn’t… yesterday morning, I met a friend of my brother’s named Kanzaki?”

“What… what did Mamoru do to you!?” Masaki roared. If anything, go kill him immediately!

“No! Yesterday Kanzaki called me… He, he said we’re not really brother and sister…”

“…” At once, a bitter taste slowly spread in my mouth.

“Is it true that he said brother knew… brother?” Sa-gui said, looking straight at Masaki.

Masaki’s normal mind, which had so easily begun to recover, collapsed dramatically again in a split second.

Chapter II. Moderation

“Mamoru, you asshole!”

Rows and rows of desks and chairs in the classroom toppled over with a clatter. Mamoru, who had been punched down, fell to the floor with the table and couldn’t get up. Masaki proceeds to rush forward and grabs him in one hand. The sudden exchange of blows (the correct term is Masaki’s one-sided thrashing) causes a big commotion in the classroom.

“Peak Hill! Stop!”

“Calm down! Don’t fight!”

The female classmates screamed hysterically and their friends racked Masaki from behind.

Mamoru, who was lying on his back, looked upwards at Masaki, “Surprisingly, Masaki. Yesterday you were reluctant to talk to me in front of others, but suddenly you’re making rapid progress!”

“What a load of shit to say!”

“Peak Hill, stop it. I don’t know what happened to you guys, but fighting here is going to get you in trouble.” Masaki’s mind slowly cooled down after his good friend Anzai said that.

In fact, Masaki had originally planned to talk to Mamoru calmly. However, as soon as Mamoru saw Masaki coming to school, she grinned her usual sneer and whispered, “How’s it going with Sa-kyo? She looks like a virgin…”

It was only at the same time as hearing those words that sanity snapped. Masaki, who had been dissuaded, glared at Mamoru angrily without words, and Mamoru was about to say something when the class bell rang.

Since the first class was a split course, the students started moving to their respective classrooms. Masaki’s class was math and remembered that Mamoru was the same. Thinking about it, Masaki was not in the mood for class and decided to skip it. In that case, the only places to go were the roof or the library. However, on the roof, there were sometimes bad students gathered, not because they were afraid, but because they would be in trouble if they got involved, so Masaki went to the library.

The library smelled of old paper. For some reason, standing in the dark aisle between the bookshelves, which were taller than he was, made Masaki feel at ease. Even though he was not a big reader… anyway, in order to pretend that he was studying, Masaki took small steps to look for a suitable book.

Soon enough, it was four eyes with the young girl who was organizing the books in front of the innermost shelf. She was standing on the treading platform with her hands clasped around many books, which seemed a bit dangerous. Of course, she was the beautiful girl with glasses.

“Uh…” There was no one else in the library. Masaki unconsciously opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say next.

“This shelf is still being organized, looking for a book here?” The young girl said to Masaki in a delicate voice.

“Ah, no, that…” Masaki hesitated in his mind. Was he going to explain the SM topic that she had overheard last time? That would be too strange.

“Then… ah!” The young girl’s body, which was poking out to put the books back on the shelf, unintentionally lost its balance.

“Yikes!” The platform was unsteady, and the girl clutching the book was about to fall to the ground… “Danger!” Masaki reflexively reached out, and at the same time his head was struck by a book, and a sharp pain immediately followed.

The stepping-stone fell over, but the young girl’s body, however, was steadily supported by Masaki’s arm.

“Thank you…” the young girl stood back up in a panic and bowed her head to Masaki with a red face.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” Masaki asked.

“Eh, I’m sorry, I was too presumptuous…”

“No, I’m the one who came to interrupt and distract you.”

“Not at all!” The young girl smiled sheepishly. Masaki saw her smiling face for the first time, she smiled innocently and wanly, the evaluation of the first place in the second year was indeed correct.

“My name is Masaki Mineyama.”

“I… am Sayama Rinpoche.”

It’s called Sayama Rinko. Even her name is not vulgar, it’s noble.

“Does Peak Hill-san’s class study on its own as well?”

“Uh… yeah…” replied Masaki. “No, I’m skipping class.” Such words were difficult to say to the serious Rinko.

“Are there any books that I would want to read even if I hated them?”

Even with this unreasonable request from Masaki, the brain-wounded Rinko still accepted, “I think it’s an easy read.”

Masaki borrowed the book she recommended, but barely opened it, only staring blankly at Reiko at the counter. When he saw Rinko, who was carefully reading and organizing her book cards, he felt that he could slightly forget about Mr. Yako, Mamoru, and Shagui.

–Brother and I, aren’t we really brother and sister? —

After that, it took a lot of effort to try and appease Shagui, and it was hard to get her to accept that ‘even if there’s no blood they’re still siblings’. When I thought about it, the molars that were being treated seemed to be starting to ache with bitterness again. No, at the hospital Shizuko had said ‘it would smell like medicine’, so maybe that was the reason!

Masaki sighed darkly. Even if he punched Mamoru, it wouldn’t change the fact that his sister knew the truth. Besides that, what should we do in the future? All the hard work Masaki had done to suppress the thought that if we weren’t really brother and sister, then…’ had been for nothing.

“Is that… is that book boring?” Your son came over and said softly.

“Ah, no. Sorry sorry, I was thinking about something.” Masaki flashed a smile at Rinko and started reading.

I didn’t realize that book was quite interesting, and the time spent skipping school went by quickly.

“Hey! Alright, give me a break!” Back in the classroom, Mamoru approached Masaki with a cheeky grin.

“You’re the one who’s wrong ooh! Even if the treatment Shoukun’s mother is doing is painful, you can’t hit him!”

“That’s right, Peak Hill, Kanzaki was so kind as to refer you to his mother’s dental clinic.” Anzai and his classmates weren’t the only ones saying these strange things.

“My mom’s not really bad at it, she just has a strong hand. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry. I have no words for getting hit.”

…ah… Ah, yes, just now I punched Mamoru. Masaki understood immediately. It must have been Mamoru who cleverly got everyone together while Masaki was skipping class.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have lost my temper over something as trivial as a cavity.” Anyway, at least it calmed down, so Masaki followed suit and agreed with them.

“Then, it’s okay.” Mamoru approached Masaki and said with a cheeky grin while attaching his ear, “It’s Yakko’s class later, use that remote control.”

“What?”

“And no problem after school today? Introduce my new slave to you.”

“・・・Damn it!”

“Huh? What is it?” As soon as Masaki raised his voice, Mamoru immediately pretended to be innocent, and Masaki could only bite his lower lip in indignation. At that moment, Ms. Yako came in.

“Stand up.” With the command, the students returned to their seats.

“Do as I say. Press the buttons on the remote control.” Mamoru said slowly, word by word, as if he was hypnotized. To Masaki’s ears, it sounded like a threat like ‘I won’t be responsible for what happens to Shagui if you don’t push the button’.

“Today begins on page thirty-six. Example sentence she need not have shaken hands with him. Translated into Japanese as ‘She didn’t need to shake hands with him, but did anyway.’ In this case, neednot has an ironic meaning.”

Yako-sensei looked no different at all, wearing a bright-colored dress and reciting English with a beautiful pronunciation.

There’s a guy in the class next door who almost genuinely admires Ms. Yako, and he’s a delinquent. It is said that he wants the whole class to concentrate and not talk during Ms. Yako’s class. How would he react if he knew about what Masaki and the teacher did yesterday?

Masaki reached into the pocket of his pants, which held the remote control Mamoru had given him. If the teacher was really a masochist, then she couldn’t possibly be calm and quiet when she flicked the switch now that she was plugged into an electric rod for class.

“So, how do I say this into a negative sentence? Uh… today is the 7th, seat number 7 of Komikawa!”

“There is! Uh… uh… She does not have…”

“Confused. Look closely at the example sentence. Have shaken is the past participle. You want to get into the English department, don’t you? That’s the point!”

“Sensei, that’s a cheap shot!”

The class roared with laughter. Ms. Yako’s characteristic lag made Masaki resist the urge to laugh as well. Mamoru looked back at Masaki and tapped the pen in his hand. Quickly! Press the button.

Masaki’s heart shivered, but he still couldn’t disobey him. Masaki thought to himself ‘It would be good if nothing happened’ while gently pressing the button.

“Okay, okay, let’s start reviewing. need not is an auxiliary verb used in negative and interrogative sentences, and in affirmative sentences, you have to use the verb plus the infinitive need to…” The teacher turned to write on the blackboard, his appearance unchanged. As Masaki breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that the teacher’s knees were shaking. He heard the teacher continue: “He needsto buy a new watch which is… in the affirmative…”

It was so bad that even the sound became intermittent. The chalk and the blackboard kept rubbing against each other, making the writing no text at all.

“Negate this… sometimes… just now… Ogawa-san… th…” Ms. Yako turned to the blackboard without saying a word. As a result, the classroom became slightly noisy, and someone whispered, “Is the teacher not feeling well?”

It’s really there. Masaki thought to himself, the teacher’s lower body was now inserting an adult toy, and as soon as Masaki pressed down on the pushbutton, it caused the thing to start squirming. The teacher rubbed her knees as if she was holding back the urge to pee. In fact, it should be difficult to even stand, right? If she could, wouldn’t she want to immediately squat down in front of her students, roll up her skirt, take off her panties, and then, as she did yesterday after school, hold open her soaked flowery hole and twitch her nose… “Teacher, I have a question!” Mamoru suddenly raised his hand, ignoring Ms. Yako’s strange behavior, and asked as if nothing had happened: “Isn’t need to in a negative sentence a colloquial usage?”

“Ah… um… but, the recent grammar… entrance exams also… ah… ah…” Teacher’s cheeks were flushed as she frowned and clenched her lower lip, and those with experience could tell that Teacher was in a state of sexual arousal at a glance.

“Iwai-sensei, please answer my question properly.” Mamoru said in a commanding tone. He showed a particularly high-handed attitude knowing full well that Yakko-sensei, who was a masochist, would take extra pleasure in icy words.

“Shin… Kanzaki-san… oooh…” the teacher couldn’t answer any questions at all as she shook her head violently before looking at Masaki with pleading eyes.

–Please, Mr. Peak Hill, turn off the switch–

The moist eyes were desperately appealing to Masaki. However, Masaki didn’t stop the movement of the electric rod. Because if he stopped, Mamoru didn’t know what he would do again. In addition, Masaki, who had sexual experience with his teacher, imagined that she was close to orgasm. Teacher was a masochist, so although her expression was so painful, she was actually very comfortable. Masaki suppressed the aroused male root with his feet, pressed down the push button again, and when he got the remote control, he knew that the position was ‘strong’.

“Aaah… no…!” The teacher’s body finally arched backward in an uncontrollable way, unable to resist falling to her knees on the spot.

“Don’t… don’t…” As large teardrops poured down, the teacher hid her writhing waist and stood up with difficulty, supporting herself against the wall, and said, “I’m sorry… self-study…” and with that, she turned and ran out of the room.

The students were all dumbfounded, not knowing what was happening: “What’s wrong with the teacher…?”

Masaki couldn’t understand his teacher’s actions any better. She definitely rushed into the restroom in a straight line, let out a moan and climaxed, and then, ashamed of herself for getting sexually excited in the middle of a lesson, she cried as she took off her slippery, sticky panties and wiped her wet little hole…

“Umm…” I can’t, I want to go to the restroom to masturbate. Masaki pretended to have a stomach ache and left his seat as well.

At the same time, Mamoru slowly turned back to Masaki and smiled at him.

“Bye-bye Ro!”

“Hey! Want to go today?”

The students filed out of the classroom. But for Masaki, the nightmare after school had just begun.

“Peak Hill, everyone’s going to play video games, are you going?” Anssi asked.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got things to do today.”

“So? Then, let’s go to the station together!”

“No… it’s about school…”

“Oh! It can’t be that you’re going to confess to someone, right?” In order to purposely joke about Masaki, Anzai yelled out.

“Idiot! No!” Masaki denied it hastily but it was too late, the students who heard it gathered around Masaki.

“Huh? Peak Hill confessed to a girl?”

“Then, I’ll take in the lovely Peak Hill sister!”

“What a surprise, I thought Peak Hill had a sister complex!”

Mocking voices were heard, and there were others who said it was even more brutal, but Masaki all but shrugged.

At that moment, a voice from outside the crowd came in an organized manner: “Everyone, I have something to do with Masaki. In the evening, Masaki is going to my mother’s hospital. Before that, we need to talk. Right, Masaki?”

Mamoru pushed his way through the crowd to Masaki’s side and gently placed his thin fingers on Masaki’s shoulders, continuing, “It’s a great pity that Masaki will continue to guard Shagui from now on, huh?”

This sentence certainly has another meaning. If you want to protect Sha Gui, you’ll have to obediently listen to me from now on as well.

“Uh… yes…”

“We’ll go first, then.”

“See you tomorrow, Masaki.”

The students seemed to be shocked by Mamoru’s aura and left the two of them with smiles on their faces.

“Hmph! How childish, what confessing to a girl.”

After everyone around him left, Mamoru showed a look of obvious contempt, “What confession, love, all of it is a lie to children. How was it? Wasn’t Yako nice just now? Compared to this kind of fun, pure love is worse than dirt!”

“Don’t compare me to you.”

“Oh, really? Weren’t you the one who just made Yako come with a vibrator?”

When he saw that Masaki wasn’t answering, he said, “Let’s go! I think you’ll like my new slave.” After saying that, he went forward first.

As he walked up the stairs and through the corridor leading to the special classroom, a bad feeling began to well up in Masaki’s chest. At the end of the silent corridor… I wonder if he’s going to…

–This is a book sorting day. It’s closed–

There’s a hangtag on the door, but why does Mamoru have a key? At a glance, there was no one in the chamber. However, in front of the bookshelf at the far end, there was a footrest. Could it be that the person here is… “I’ve been waiting for you! Your Highness.”

Unbelievable! Masaki immediately closed his eyes and turned his face, but his eyes still clearly saw Rinko, whose hands and feet were bound with twine and collapsed on the ground.

“Ah…” Rinko let out a timid voice.

“I brought your other master. It’s not the first time we’ve met, is it?”

“What master!?” Masaki turned to Mamoru and scolded.

“Of course, from now on we’ll both train your son together! Your son, unlike Yako, has only just become a slave, so he can be trained the way you are.”

“What the hell are you talking about! How dare you treat your token like that!” Masaki said angrily, stepping forward to untie the ropes from your son, but was stopped by Mamoru.

“It’s a craving of your son’s own. Your son is a natural masochist that Yako can’t match, the kind of person I’ve seen so much of at my mother’s SM clubs that I knew she was one of a kind as soon as I saw her. Wasn’t she the one who bumped into us while we were talking in the hallway the other day? It was then that I saw her eyes and knew she was the kind of woman who hungrily demanded abuse from men.”

“No… it won’t…” Masaki’s mind crumbled and scattered the image of Rinako’s clean and fragrant face piece by piece.

“It’s a common occurrence. Women like schoolteachers or librarians, who are ostensibly bright-minded, are actually filled with abusive carnal desires.”

“Enough!” Masaki yelled, turning to escape, but the door lock had been locked by Mamoru. When he thought about it, Mamoru, who wasn’t a library committee member, was in possession of the key, so he could only assume that Ritsuko had given it to him. In that case, it was true that Rinko had been tied up of her own free will.

Mamoru picked up the order’s body and made her fall on her back on the wide desktop of the library and said, “Today, use the whip to teach the order.”

“Ah…” Rinko’s eyes moistened under her glasses.

Mamoru lifted up Rinko’s skirt to reveal her pure white panties, “Come on! Masaki, whip her ass hard with this leather whip!”

Upon closer inspection, there were some strange props scattered in the corner of the library. Mamoru chose a short whip similar to the one used for horseback riding from among them and handed it over to Masaki, but Masaki threw it aside.

“Your son, beg Master Masaki, beg him to humiliate your son.”

“Yes… Master Bongsan… please, use that leather whip on your son’s buttocks…” your son pleaded in a weak but clear voice that made Masaki shiver.

“See, that’s what your son said.”

Mamoru again asked Masaki to hold the whip. This time, Masaki held it firmly. However, seeing the plump, white buttocks in front of him, it was impossible to swing the whip ruthlessly.

“Masaki, do you still need me to find a reason for you? That’s fine too… It’s okay… If you don’t fight, I’ll tell my mother about your indecent behavior at school and make everyone spit on you. In that case, what will Sha-gui do?”

“Shut up!” Masaki barked, as he gave the whip a self-indulgent swipe. But the whip only made a snapping sound and landed perfunctorily on Rinko’s buttocks.

“Woo!” The instant the whip fell, the token muffled a howl.

“No way! It’s too soft to be beaten like this!” Mamoru grabbed the whip and peeled off Fuko’s panties, causing her cheeks to flush.

“Watch this! It’s used like this!”

A painful, sharp whip crack exploded. Immediately, a clear red whip mark leaked on the Order’s buttocks.

“Aaah… it hurts…”

“It’s still early! Being beaten is just a slave’s natural duty.” Mamoru said and continued to swing the whip. The whip kept making low beeping, beeping sounds. Every time the whip landed on your son, your son let out a wail of oohhh, uhhh.

“Now for Masaki. Rinoko, with two masters taking turns to temper you, you’re such a happy slave!”

“Y… yes… oooh…” gasped Rinako’s mouth as tears gradually pooled around the edges of her glasses.

“Please… Master Bongsan…”

“Orderly, stop talking, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Please use that leather whip and whip the order hard.”

“Shut up!” As if he couldn’t stand it any longer, Masaki finally swung the whip. Rinko’s buttocks were whipped and began to tremble slightly.

“Oo… ah… ah…”

“Almost enough.”

Mamoru stopped Masaki’s whipping and slipped his hand between Rinko’s buttocks with a mocking tone, “That’s amazing! It’s so wet. Does it feel so good to be beaten?”

“AH…” The stirring of Mamoru’s fingers inside her body caused your son’s back to involuntarily arch upwards.

“What’s next, you can’t just get excited yourself, you have to come and serve your master.”

Mamoru dragged Rinko down from the tabletop, untied her, let her lie on the floor, and turned to Masaki, “How’s it going, Masaki? Hyperactive?”

Masaki shook his head. Although his body was hot and dry, the behavior that would cause the other person pain was something he couldn’t approve of in any way.

“Yes… Rinzai, Master is quite displeased with you as a slave, huh? What should I do? What can I do to make him like you?”

Mamoru said as he moved the finger playing with her lower body to her lips and then stuffed it into his mouth.

“You know that, don’t you, Orderly?”

“Oo… yes, yes…” said Rinko as she crawled on her stomach to Masaki’s feet.

“Master Bongsan, please let your son suck on your master’s manhood. If Master is satisfied, please pour the creamy white reward on your son’s face…” Your son held Masaki, who kept falling back, and unbuckled his belt with his hands.

“Your son, I used to look up to you.”

Rinako was so shocked that she couldn’t help but stop what she was doing with her hands. Her tear-filled eyes looked upward at Masaki, and her face seemed to be filled with joy and sadness at the same time.

“Do you really wish it? Does it really feel joyful to be defiled in this way?”

“Orderly, say yes.” Mamoru stepped behind your child and placed his hand between the protruding flesh of his buttocks.

“Oooooooooooo…”

“Oh, it’s wet like this. Masaki, if you still insist on being rational now, it’s too pitiful for Rinoko. Your son is a slave and you are the master, that is the correct relationship between you. Do it! Rin-chan, use your mouth to comfort your master!”

“Umm… mmm…” While having her private parts stirred by Mamoru, Rinko re-cupped Masaki’s man-root in her trembling hand, then closed her eyes and slowly took it into her mouth.

“Uh-huh…”

Rinko made regular chirping sounds as her lips repeated between the root and the tip. While she moved, the tip of her tongue also rotated at the groove, causing Masaki’s rod to react at once. She silently and desperately sucked on the meat stick. Masaki felt that, although it was the clumsy technique that Ms. Biako was still a long way off, this feeling of not being too used to it rather excited Masaki even more.

I can’t. I’m so proud of what I’m saying, but I’m about to ejaculate like this. If he ejaculated here, he would become the kind of relationship Mamoru was talking about. In that case, it would no longer be possible to think of the library as a safe haven for his soul, and it would no longer be possible to feel immense happiness just by looking at Rinko.

“Ahhhh!” Contrary to Masaki’s expectations, Rinko’s oral sex became more and more intense. She was weeping in pain while squeezing Masaki’s male root deep in her throat again.

“MMMMM…” Mamoru’s fingering technique seemed to be giving Rinko a lot of pleasure.

For a moment Masaki suddenly wondered why Mamoru didn’t violate Rinko himself. But no sooner had the feeling of doubt surfaced than the pleasure in front of him immediately washed his doubts away.

“Th…”

“The master is coming out soon. Orderly, catch it with your face.”

The glans area was doubly stimulated. Just as Masaki thought to himself that he was going to cum, Rinko quickly moved her lips away. In a flash, Masaki liberated his desire. The hot semen was poured onto your son’s face, turning the lenses of her glasses and her reddened cheeks into a whitish color. The semen that was attached to the lips that were red and swollen from the constant in and out of the male root was gently licked into her mouth with the tip of her pink tongue.

“Well done! This way you can be recognized as a slave as well.” Mamoru put a hand on your shoulder. Your daughter began to cry again.

“Masaki, will you accept your order as your slave?”

“…” Masaki didn’t say a word.

“Good, then Orderly, stand up and swear. Show your flesh to your master and swear to be his slave for the rest of your life and serve him faithfully.”

Rinko did as Mamoru said. She stood in front of Masaki, spread her feet, and held her secret part open with her fingers. This was the first time Masaki had seen Rinko’s private parts closely; her pubic hair was extremely sparse, only slightly above. The walls of her flesh were thin, but her clitoris was noticeably swollen. In Masaki’s eyes, it was as if the pure and honest Rinako was revealing her lewd carnal desires to herself. Moreover, the rod that had just ejaculated was once again towering and erect, startling himself.

“I, Your Highness, swear to be Master Bongsan’s slave for the rest of my life and to serve him faithfully. My body will be a prop for Master Bongsan’s pleasure…” As she swore, your daughter’s secret area began to get wet again.

The contract was established, and Masaki’s relationship with Rinko had been established. For a moment, an emotion that had never existed before suddenly welled up in Masaki’s chest–that was, the feeling of omnipotence as if he had become a god.

“The game is over, go back! Masaki is going to my mom’s hospital today, right?”

Mamoru’s cold voice made the emotions Masaki had generated earlier disappear in a flash. However, even Masaki himself didn’t know that, indeed, Masaki was changing.

Chapter 3 – The Moon

Ah! The sky is blue…

In the distance, the sounds of the baseball team conducting guard drills, and running, could be heard from the playground. Masaki didn’t care about getting his uniform dirty, and lay down in a big zigzag shape on the concrete floor to sleep. Since the delinquents left early, it was as if Masaki had bagged the roof after school.

–Masaki, how are you today? —

Mamoru asked this every day despite having succeeded in making a slave out of your child. After that day, Masaki violated either Rinko or Ms. Yako every day. Masaki had long since had no doubts about the fact that both of them were true masochists, that they were both outwardly decent but happy to accept abuse and so on.

–But, I’m absolutely normal. —

It was always himself who got excited from the perverted behavior and ejaculated, and Mamoru was all but coldly bullying them and instigating Masaki. Although all of this was true, Masaki thought that Mamoru, who did nothing in that situation, was the one who was truly abnormal.

Masaki didn’t understand why Mamoru didn’t violate them. The only thing he did understand was that even if she escaped to the roof like this, Mamoru would still find her, and if she escaped back home, Mamoru’s mother’s power would cause Shakira to drop out of school… Shakira had been devastated enough since she realized that the people she thought of as her siblings were in fact just outsiders who were not related to her by blood. I don’t know how much it would hurt her if she couldn’t go to school again. Even if she didn’t get kicked out of school, just imagining Shagui’s frustration at being looked at differently by everyone would be painful. And it was all because of himself…

Bastard! Why don’t you just dissolve into the clear sky and disappear?

Masaki snapped his feet like a capricious nucleus. At that moment, the doorway to the entrance and exit opened.

Been found, I guess! Masaki thought to himself that he was dead in the water anyway, so he simply closed his eyes.

“Ah! Sure enough it’s here!”

“Shagui!” Masaki jolted to his feet and said in surprise, “What’s wrong with you? Isn’t it practice time for the swimming club?” Masaki said as he grabbed both of Shagui’s wrists, subconsciously trying to make sure his sister was okay.

“Brother, it hurts!”

“Ah, sorry!” Masaki let go of his hand in a hurry, so Sagui rubbed his wrist slightly.

“That, Kanzaki is looking for brother. Brother and Kanzaki were doing some kind of experiment or research together right? But got bored and ran away, right?”

“Uh… ah, yes!” Masaki replied. Did Mamoru say ‘that’ to Sagui as an ‘experiment’?

“He came to our classroom and asked if I had seen you. I thought of it at once, so I told him I’d go look for you and come back. It’s because ever since I was a kid, whenever my brother had something unpleasant to do, he would climb up high.” Shagui laughed innocently and innocently, but Masaki wasn’t in the mood to laugh at all.

“So, Mamoru didn’t do anything to you Ro?”

“Of course! It was a little scary the first time I met him, but now Kanzaki is very gentle with me.”

Shagui’s expression didn’t look like he was lying, so Masaki finally breathed a sigh of relief. But at the same time, a bitter taste began to spread in his mouth again.

“Gentle… means you talk to Mamoru a lot?”

“Uh…” responded Shagui, suddenly lowering her eyes, “Brother, may I sit here?” Sha Gui lifted the hem of her pleated skirt and sat beside Masaki.

Masaki resumed his seat as well. In retrospect, this was the first time he had been alone with her like this since Sagui had realized that they weren’t really brother and sister to each other.

“It’s been a while since I’ve talked to my brother like this.”

“Ah!” The words in his own heart being spoken, Masaki’s heart couldn’t help but poof and beat rapidly.

“The first time I spoke to Kanzaki was when I was coming home from swimming club practice. It was a chance encounter on the road, and Kanzaki took the initiative to run up to me and say ‘I’m sorry about this morning ah’.”

No way. Masaki thought to himself that Mamoru was 100% sure that he was hiding to ambush Shagui. Although it was not clear why Mamoru would do such a thing, as long as it was that Mamoru, there would be no chance. Even so, telling Shagui the truth would only cause her to feel uneasy. Therefore, Masaki didn’t reply and let her continue.

“And then, it came to brother… Kanzaki was a good listener, and it was only then that Shagui finally talked to him more and more.”

“Talk about what?”

“That… many, many things!” Shagui’s cheeks blushed slightly, “Kanzaki said that if I wanted to know, he would tell me things that would help me… so…”

So it’s known that the two are bloodless siblings?

“What helps! Aren’t you just adding to your troubles when you know about it?”

“No, thanks to Kanzaki, I’m much more relaxed. That’s why I talk to him a lot now, too.”

“There’s no way that guy is going to be gracious and helpful!” Masaki cursed, unable to help his anger, “Don’t ever go near that guy again, and never trust anything that guy says!”

“Bro…”

“Is it possible that you…” like Mamoru? Masaki was about to say it, but his throat felt like it was in knots.

A strong feeling of jealousy hit him violently, and he was completely unable to restrain himself. The image of Sagui being abused by Mamoru came to mind. Are you like Rinko and Yako? Do you like being tied up and whipped like that? Masaki held his head in his hands, his mind was confused.

“Brother, what’s wrong with you?” Shagui gently reached over and was grabbed violently by Masaki.

“Ouch… brother… ah!”

Masaki took Shagui’s lips. Those lips that I don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of, were the lips of my sister that were softer than imagined and smelled of sweetness.

“Ummm…” Shagui struggled gently as if she was in pain, but she didn’t resist Masaki. Not only that, she opened her own mouth, ready for Masaki’s tongue.

Masaki’s hand reached out to Shagui’s breasts. The small, child-like figure of Shagui’s breasts were unexpectedly plump, showing a clear bowl shape. As if he wanted to squeeze them out of his uniform, Masaki roughly rubbed Sagui’s breasts.

“Aaah…” Sagui frowned helplessly between her eyebrows, her limbs shivering slightly as she was held tightly. Masaki slipped his hand into the hem of Shagui’s skirt, wrenching her thighs apart from the inside, and then pressed his palm against the top of her warm private parts.

“Ah… Brother…” Sagui’s slender fingers slapped Masaki’s shoulders. The pain from the tightening of his nails brought Masaki to his senses for a moment. Tears welled up in Shagui’s eyes. Crystalline, bright tears slid down her cheeks.

“Sa-gui… I…” In a flash, Masaki felt timid. His sister was trembling and crying, but she still had no intention of rejecting him. What did he want to do with such a sister?

“I’m sorry! Shagui, it’s my fault!” Masaki said, pushing Shagui away, ignoring Shagui’s desperate calls of “Niinii!” Without looking back, he fled from the roof.

I’m the worst big asshole ever!

Thinking this in his heart, Masaki ran out of the school. He ran and wandered aimlessly through the streets as the evening gradually turned into night. Before long, Masaki came to a busy area at night. Adult men were drinking and having fun here, but Masaki, who was underage and in uniform, could not do so. He had no choice but to spend his time in the playgrounds in the alleys or reading magazines in the small, dirty convenience stores.

What a bore. Masaki thought to himself, but he didn’t know what to do. It was getting quite late, and Masaki walked out of his second fast food restaurant of the night with very little left in his wallet. At that moment, the sound of an argument suddenly came from the fire lane of the building he was passing.

“Let go! Don’t towel me!”

“Isn’t it too late to pretend to be a holy woman?”

“Whatever, just knock her out!”

Turning my head, I saw a girl being pestered by three men. The men were all typical delinquents, and the girl was probably a few years younger than Masaki, and was petite… always reminiscent of Shagui.

“Hey! What are you doing!” Masaki barged in without hesitation.

“Huh? Who are you?”

“None of your business, mind your own business!”

“Heroism will kill you!”

The harsh words came and went, and the glowing six eyes glared at Masaki in unison.

“Idiots and imbeciles! You idiots can’t do anything but talk about killing you!” Masaki deliberately provoked the other party, then turned his head to look at the girl and said, “Hey! You can go now!”

“I… that…”

“Don’t give me that pretense!”

Masaki’s cheek buckled as he ate a punch from a delinquent boy. At once, Masaki felt dizzy – it’s over – Masaki thought to himself, “These guys are really strong enough to fight.

“Bye-bye… don’t come back…” Masaki pushed the girl’s back. The girl did give off the impression that she looked like Shagui, and I always felt that I had seen her somewhere before. But there was no time to think about that now.

“Useless guy!”

“Go to hell!”

Heavy kicks and uppercuts landed in quick succession on Masaki’s stomach and jaw. Already hobbling on his feet, Masaki returned his opponent’s punches with weak force, but they finally hit. But the next moment his feet were immediately copped and dropped to the ground. Above that, shoes fell like rain. Three against one, there was no chance of winning from the beginning. However, Masaki still stood up like he was giving up on himself.

“Don’t look down on me…” With a drunken stride, Masaki once again stepped towards the delinquents. Suddenly, a heavy punch was thrown at his face, and in an instant, Masaki’s consciousness left him.

“Hey! How long are you going to sleep?” A girl’s voice came from above, causing Masaki to wake up slightly.

“I… um…” The slightest movement caused pain all over my body.

“Want some?” The girl reached out and handed over a plastic water bottle, and Masaki took it and took a sip. It was filled with refreshing mineral water, and after drinking it, it was as if he had the strength to stand up.

“Thanks!” Masaki handed the water bottle back to the girl. Upon closer inspection, she realized that she was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, with slightly thicker makeup that made her look rather fun-loving, but was probably about Masaki’s age.

“I saw it at the beginning. Do you know the girl who was being pestered?”

“Not recognizable.”

“Then… why did you save her?”

“… I’m not trying to save her, I’m just looking for a fight.”

“Even if it’s three against one, knowing you can’t win the fight?”

“Eh.” Masaki replied. Having suffered, it felt like his guilt towards Sagui and Yako-sensei and the girls had faded slightly.

“That’s weird!”

“You’re the weird one! Why did you go to all that trouble to come and give me water?

“Because, in fact, I wanted to help you, but I thought I’d be doing you a disservice instead…”

“Yeah whoo!” Masaki replied. Although she looked like a taiyoukai, she seemed to be a straightforward person with a sense of justice.

“I’m Masaki Mineyama.”

“I, Akitsu Mari.”

The two walked and talked. Surprisingly, Asari and Masaki not only went to the same school, but were in the same year.

“Hahaha… that’s no wonder. I was a delinquent girl at school, skipping classes all day long. Even if I went to school occasionally, I stayed on the roof and slept.”

“Oh, maybe next time I’ll scarf you on the roof.”

“Maybe!” Asari smiled at Masaki. There was nothing undesirable about that smile and it looked very charming. Masaki wondered why Asari would be a taiyoukai, but didn’t ask her. Asari must have her own reasons, just as Masaki had his own.

“Well then, goodbye. Those guys from earlier might still be around here, Masaki, hurry up and go home!”

After walking to the road in front of the station, Asari waved to Masaki and then disappeared into the night street. After the fight and getting to know Asari, Masaki’s chaotic mind could finally be calmed down for a while. With this in mind, Masaki decided to go home.

Even though his mother complained a few times about Masaki’s late return, things were still not much different at home. Shagui didn’t come out of his room. However, this was probably better for anyone at the moment.

The next day, and the next few days, on the surface, were the same as before. Yes… the same as always… “How are you today, Masaki?” After school, Mamoru quietly approached Masaki. At some point, the two had been recognized as close friends by their classmates.

Mamoru didn’t blame Masaki for escaping last time, but just blandly said, “I knew this day would come.

I will come to you every day, but it is your freedom to answer or not, for I trust you.” Then Mamoru, as usual, only raised the corners of his mouth in a smile.

It’s hard to get to know Asari, but Masaki’s days are still monopolized by Mamoru. Masaki had looked for Asari at school, but with no luck, he didn’t meet her once. Heard that she is indeed a student of this school, but hardly comes to class.

Others say, “Her family is so rich that she can graduate without coming to class.”

As a result, Masaki was still moving with Mamoru today. Recently, the main place the two had been using was the library and data room to which Reiko held the key. He had also called Yako-sensei here before, but Mamoru seemed to be more interested in tutoring Reiko.

“Whew! Your son.”

Your daughter sat in the chair with her head bowed and her eyes closed as she moved her hands up her skirt. But as soon as Masaki and Mamoru came in, she immediately stood up, then dropped to her knees and mumbled, “Please love your daughter today, too.”

“Did you do as ordered?” Mamoru said, lifting up your son’s skirt from the back, “Not bad… it’s already wet. Did you do as I told you to do without panties and masturbate while waiting?”

“Yes…”

“Ask Master Masaki to take a look as well.”

When Rinko sniffed, she raised her waist high and used her own hands to spread the flesh of her buttocks for Masaki to view. As Mamoru had said, there was nothing under her skirt. Her naked bottom was bright red and engorged with blood, her mouth was open and she seemed to be having quite a pleasurable time, even her ass hole was oozing with nectar, and the front of her pubic hair was even covered with small droplets of water.

The door wasn’t locked. What if someone suddenly breaks in?

The flower hole that was exposed to the sight of both Masaki’s eyes was gushing out a steady stream of nectar that even the floor was leaking wet.

Even now, Rinko’s face still looks very innocent, and her timid eyes under her glasses don’t even dare to look directly at Masaki. However, her body became more and more lustful after being tempered, and her whole body was thirsty for Masaki’s abuse.

Masaki wants to get inside of Rinko right away, but Mamoru won’t allow it.

“Because there’s something new to try today. Masaki, you go ahead and strip your order and tie it up with a rope while I go prepare something else.” After Mamoru finished speaking, he turned around and took out two pieces of twine from the locker in the resource room and tossed one of them to Masaki.

Masaki stood speechless in front of Rinko.

“Please…” Your daughter hung her head and trembled. Without a word, Masaki roughly took off your daughter’s uniform and tied her up with ropes around her breasts and wrists.

At first, when Mamoru had instructed him to do so, Masaki had thought there was no way he could do it, but by now he had inadvertently learned how to tie it tighter and knew how to make his breasts protrude into the shape of kinky boobs. Of course, he would take care not to make it difficult for Rinko to breathe.

Riko’s white breasts looked even whiter after the twine was sunk into them, and were even slightly bruised. She had a pair of huge breasts proportional to her size, and Masaki later realized that her bust was 88 centimeters and an E-cup, which appeared to be even more prominent after the ropes were tied, and even a bit abnormally large. In addition, the slightly larger nipples were hardened in a triangular shape towards the top.

“AHHHHHH…”

After Masaki jokingly grabbed her nipple, Rinko immediately let out a gush of sweet gasps. Perhaps it was the anxious pain like pins and needles in her unplayed lower body that made Rinko desperately rub her thighs and twist her body.

“Eh, got it.” Mamoru pulled the twine from one end of the data room to the other, which was tied with tiny knots.

“Orderly, straddle the rope and walk forward. If you don’t have an orgasm by the end of the walk you will be rewarded and Master Masaki will love you. Is that okay, Masaki?”

Of course, Masaki couldn’t say ‘don’t’.

The naked, tightly bound Rinko slowly straddled the rope that Mamoru had pulled up. The rope was just at a height where it could be inserted into Rinko’s flesh hole.

“┅” had only just stepped up, and her feet were already shaking. It seemed that she was able to derive considerable pleasure just by being humiliated.

“Hey! Hurry up and walk!”

“Yes… A.ohh…” groaned Rinako, staggering out of her steps. With each step she took, the knot embedded itself an inch deeper into her hole. Within a few steps, she was already weeping.

“Oooh… it hurts…”

“Liar! It’s comfortable, isn’t it? Give me a good rubbing against the knot!”

“Umm… mmm… oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

Masaki and Mamoru watched her struggle from the front. Every time she takes a step forward, she shakes her head and gasps, but she doesn’t stop walking. She was on top of the ropes, rubbing the inside of her pussy back and forth with an obsessive expression.

“Aaah… aaah… I can’t… Master… I can’t…” By the time she reached the center of the rope, Rinko suddenly surrendered.

“Going to have an orgasm?”

“Yes…”

“Getting turned on by stimulating your lower body by straddling the ropes in an embarrassing position?”

“Yes…”

“Hmph! That’s so kinky. No, you’re not allowed to orgasm until you get here.”

“But… I… this… A.ohh…” As Rinzai twisted her waist, the rope bobbed up and down along with her, “Please… I… this is going to go on… ohh…”

“What’s wrong? Would a slave dare disobey his master?” Mamoru raised his voice impatiently and pulled upward as he grabbed the rope.

“Ahhhh!” In a flash, Rinako’s eyes widened as she tensed her entire body, and then she went limp as if in despair.

“Aaaaahhh… I can’t…” With a faint sound of beeping and beeping, golden-colored urine overflowed from your son’s secret part.

“Incontinence… too much stimulation?” Mamoru said with cold eyes, seemingly finding it very boring.

“Ah… I’m sorry… ah…” Rinko continued to urinate while sobbing. This was the first time in his life that Masaki had seen a girl urinate, and he couldn’t help but think, ‘What’s taking so long and so much! Although he didn’t think he’d be interested, he couldn’t help but think, “Next time when we teach your daughter, we’ll make her squat down and pee in the Japanese style, so that we can observe the hole from which the pee comes out and how it comes out.

“Oo…” The urination finally stopped, but there were still drops of your son’s urine dangling from the twine.

“Tsk! You do realize, right? You have to take care of your own pee.”

“Yes…”

Mamoru stepped forward to untie the rope from your child. The naked Rinko, her whole body trembled as she gathered up the hemp rope. Mamoru ordered her to lick up some of the urine on the floor with her tongue.

“Masaki, how about another?” When Rinko was almost finished, Mamoru said, “This slave smells like piss, so you probably don’t feel like violating her, do you?”

“No, it’s okay.” Masaki replied casually. He wasn’t a nervous person, and besides, he had just seen enough of Rinko’s nasty gestures to reach the limit of his patience.

“Yeah? Then do as you wish!” Mamoru said, not intending to step in. He seemed to just want to sit in his chair and watch Masaki carefully.

“Going on, then.”

Masaki had her lay on her back and reached down to spread her legs. She wrapped her thighs around herself and whispered, “Please” to Masaki.

“Th…” Despite being wet with love juice, your daughter’s interior was still very narrow. She was a virgin the first time she was molested, and of course, Masaki was the one who took it away from her.

“Ummm… ghuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”

Being suddenly penetrated violently caused Rinko to cringe in pain. Masaki himself had only recently lost his virginity, and didn’t know how to make a woman horny, just thrusting as he felt comfortable. Perhaps your daughter couldn’t feel pleasure from it at all. However, even though there was no sexual pleasure in her lower body, the masochistic girl still felt aroused from ‘being violated’. This could be proved by the nectar that kept pouring out from inside of her that had endured Masaki’s entry.

“Umm… um…”

Masaki held onto Rinko and rocked her like an inflatable doll. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down with abandon, and immediately felt the sensation of eruption. A momentary hesitation about whether he could ejaculate inside was recognized by your son, who immediately nodded to him and said, “Just inside… is that okay? …”

By the way, the other party was a slave, an object that could be made to do whatever he wanted. While thinking so, Masaki then changed his mind and pushed his loins even faster.

“Ahh! Ahhh! A.ohh.” as if feeling Masaki’s ejaculate, Rinko took a long breath.

“Is it over, Masaki?” Despite staring at Masaki’s sexual intercourse, Mamoru’s voice was still devoid of any emotion: “Then, let’s go! Rinko, we may not necessarily come tomorrow, but you should still wait after school while masturbating like you did today.”

“Y…” replied Rinko, still completely naked and spreading her feet. Her lower body was overflowing with a small amount of white liquid, which was of course Masaki’s semen.

Masaki felt a twinge in his chest as he watched, feeling that he had gone a little too far. But on the other hand, violating her was a very comfortable thing to do, and it would also make the other person feel pleasure. As a result, lately, when thoughts of rape welled up in his mind, he didn’t feel guilty anymore, even when the target was Ms. Yako. However, as long as he thought about it outside of the current situation, the feeling of bitterness also existed.

Masaki knows his own heart less and less.

Only on weekends, when he doesn’t have to go to school, can Masaki free himself from Mamoru’s control.

Even so, home wasn’t a place where Masaki was able to catch his breath. Shagui hadn’t said anything since that time, and didn’t seem to have said anything to his parents either. However, the attitude was markedly different from before.

The Shagui who would innocently call ‘brother’ and run over disappeared, replaced by uneasy eyes projected from time to time.

–Brother, are we still brother and sister? What kind of person am I considered brother? –When you see her eyes, you can’t help but feel her questioning so.

Masaki told his mother that he was going to the library to read, and walked out of the house. In fact, he can’t read at all, it’s just that the only places where Masaki, a poor high school student, can spend his time are the bookstore or the family restaurant in the neighborhood.

After buying manga and video game magazines at the bookstore, Masaki walked towards the ‘Cat’s Tail’ restaurant.

“Welcome! One?”

Because the waitresses’ uniforms were cute mini-skirts, ‘Cat’s Tail’ was a popular restaurant at Masaki’s school, and it was always very crowded on holidays. But since it wasn’t meal time, Masaki could sit alone in the spacious seat by the window.

“Welcome! Here’s the menu… Ah!” The waitress who brought the water and the menu suddenly exclaimed when she saw Masaki: “Sir… when were you…”

“Huh?”

“It’s me! You’re the one who saved me the last time I was surrounded by bad guys.”

“Oh… it seems…”

“Wow! What a coincidence! Fate is so amazing that we can even meet again!”

“Haha…”

“I’d really like to say thank you, so consider today my treat!” The girl put away the menu. Before long, Masaki had an impossibly long line of European buffet, sandwiches, salads, juices, and more in front of him.

“I have an early shift today, so please let me thank you again later if I can!”

Masaki wanted to say no, but seeing her eyes in high spirits made it really hard to refuse. Moreover, she really did resemble Sagui. Her name, Nagashima Mika.

“I’m sorry to still take up your time.”

After Mika’s part-time job, Masaki and Mika take a walk in the park.

“At that time, I happened to have something bothering me? Didn’t want to stay at home, that’s why I went there to hang out.”

“Eh.” Same as himself, though the content of the troubles must be completely different.

“Then those people came to ask me to go with them to have fun, and at that time I was a bit self-absorbed, so I went along. But on the way there, I still felt scared, and if I hadn’t met you then, I really don’t know what would have become of me!”

“So, are the troubles settled?”

“Well… I guess I can tell you that!” Mika smiled a bit shyly, “I have a crush on someone, and that person knows that I like him, so he’s kind of gentle with me… but it’s kind of scary… it’s like he has some kind of secret in his heart.”

It’s true that it’s the trouble of love. The lovely Mika already had a person of her choice, so Masaki felt a little sorry for her, but she also felt as if she was having a good conversation with Shagui, who she hadn’t talked to for a long time, and was in a rather comfortable mood.

“I like him very much, so I want to unlock his heart… what do you think?”

“Well… I think if it were me, it would be harder to ask because the other person likes me.”

“Oh?”

“Eh, I don’t think there’s any need to ask him about it specifically, he’ll naturally come to you for advice when he wants to talk about it.”

“Yes? I see…” Mika kept nodding her head as if she was talking to herself.

“I see, I’ll wait patiently. After talking to you, the mood became much lighter.” Mika said that, happily stepping in small steps, even Masaki, who was walking behind, could feel her warm mood – this girl, who was joyful because of my help, who was revitalized because of my words.

In fact, Masaki has gradually become distrustful of women due to the unusual SM activities over the past few days and the falling out between him and Sagui. However, there were still girls in the world like Mika or Mari from last time. The moment he saw Mika, the hope that ‘I might be able to restore the original relationship with Sagui’ welled up in his heart.

But, do you really want that? Perhaps what he wanted for Sagui was to make her his slave, just as he had humiliated Rinko and the others?

“Ah! I’m sorry, Peak Hill, it’s boring to just talk about me, isn’t it?” Mika gazed back at Masaki who had stopped in her tracks.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Yeah? But your face was a bit scary just now!”

“Sorry, my head stops working once in a while.” Masaki smiled sheepishly.

“Bummer!” Mika laughed back, but immediately got serious again, “I know why I can talk to you so much, because you’re a lot like the guy I like.”

“Oh?”

“It’s not the looks, it’s the feeling… maybe… do you have any secrets too?”

Masaki was shocked, but still said, “No, I’m actually a patient with sudden brain death syndrome! But maybe it’s because I’m hungry again. There’s a big, delicious grilled octopus ball store nearby, want to go?”

“Wow! But you just ate so much at Cat’s Tail…”

“My stomach is a four-dimensional pocket!”

“Heh heh heh…”

Masaki tried hard to lift his spirits to make Mika laugh, by way of forgetting the, dark delusion that had just flashed through his mind in a flash. Right now, I don’t want to ruin this little peace. Masaki thought to himself. Even if, tomorrow, he must turn into a lustful beast again.

Chapter 4: The Hanged Man

To Masaki’s surprise, the past few days had actually gone by rather peacefully.

After school, Mamoru disappeared to who knows where and didn’t come looking for Masaki. Today was no different. Almost as soon as the bell rang, he disappeared without even looking at Masaki.

In this way, of course, it would be possible to not have to abuse Yako-sensei or Rinko. Although Ms. Yako was Masaki’s class instructor, and Rinko would occasionally meet her after class, not only did Ms. Yako not look at Masaki, but even Rinko fled away with a red face. They should have fully recognized Masaki as their master, so if Masaki wanted them to, would they be willing to devote themselves to Masaki as abused slaves even if Mamoru wasn’t around…?

Idiot! I had no choice! I don’t want to do that kind of thing myself!

“Peak Hill, what are you talking to yourself all by yourself?”

“Are you bored with Mamoru’s lack of company lately?”

It had been a long time since the students had talked around Masaki like this.

“No, it’s because Peak Hill already has a girlfriend. I saw them walking together last time, so they’re going on a date today too, right?”

“Huh? Who is it? From our school?”

“Exactly! And it’s in the same grade, super surprising right!”

“Idiot! It’s not!” Masaki hastily denied it, but the good-for-nothing classmates couldn’t even hear him.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Akitsu Mari from Class E!”

“What!” All the people around them raised their shrieks together.

“Deception! Is it true?”

“Akitsu is that delinquent rich girl, right?”

“But slutty looking.”

“Damn it! Whether it’s Shagui or Akatsu, it’s so unfair that the good con’s have been monopolized by Peak Hill!”

Masaki didn’t even bother to argue. He left his classmates behind and walked out of the classroom with his bag. Instead of going to the stairway, he climbed up the steps leading to the roof. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, Asari was already there.

“Yo!” She saw Masaki and gave a little wave.

Masaki hadn’t expected to be able to meet Asari at school anymore, but ever since a chance scarf on the roof, the two had been chatting here almost every day.

“Coming to school today too?” Masaki said, standing next to Asari against the fence.

“But I wanted to sleep when I went to class, so I didn’t.”

“You can’t graduate if you don’t go to class!”

“It’s okay, even if I don’t graduate, my old man at home will buy me a diploma with money.”

“Huh? It’s so nice! It’s so easy…”

“What’s so easy about it? With that kind of family… that kind of old man, I’d still rather be in detention!” Asari’s tone was very cold, and her sharp eyes looked into the distance.

Masaki saw it in his eyes and quickly changed the topic: “My classmates joked about me, saying that I’m related to you.”

“Huh? What was that about?” Asari’s expression did become clear all of a sudden.

“They even asked me if I was going on a date today too!”

“It’s so boring! Why would I want to date a weakling who gets knocked to the ground in two or three punches?”

“I don’t like half-assed delinquent girls!”

“Robo! Idiot!”

The two teased each other and both cracked up laughing happily. It was true that Masaki liked Asari, and thought that Asari also harbored feelings for him. However, that was different from romantic feelings.

“Why do you think I was fighting on purpose.”

“Probably because you’re upset!”

“That was there, too. Anyway, I nonetheless hated myself very, very much at the time, as if I were the filthiest, nastiest big loser in the whole world, and wouldn’t be happy until I’d been kicked in the teeth.”

“You’re a masochist, aren’t you?”

“I’m not kidding.” Masaki sputtered with slight displeasure, the bitter taste in his mouth spreading once more. Something about abusing or being abused was downright pleasant to hear.

“However, I think it takes a great deal of courage to be like you and face up to the place where you are a coward. The average person with a stain would most likely pretend not to realize it. In that case, you’re not a bad fellow.”

“Mari…”

“Y… I can’t believe you made me say such disgusting things… You’re buying today!”

“Rich people still want to knock me out!”

After Masaki and Asari left the roof side by side, they still walked while continuing to talk and laugh. Seeing them so close, it was only natural that people around them would mistake them for a couple in a relationship! But to Masaki, Asari was a rare and precious friend.

The reason why Asari became a delinquent girl is conceivably because of her family, but Masaki will not touch her wounds, just as Asari will not ask Masaki about her affairs. For Masaki, who had to see Mamoru at school and would definitely see Sagui at home, the only time he could truly rest was when he spent time with Asari.

But… suddenly the pain in the molars started again. Masaki had been experiencing a lot of pain lately, so it seemed impossible not to go to Shizuko’s hospital.

Would Asari still want to accept Masaki if she knew that he had done something cruel to Ms. Yako and Rinko? If she knew that he had dangerous desires for her sister, who was not his blood…?

“Mr. Peak Hill, Mr. Masaki Peak Hill, please come in!” Nurse Nabe called out to Masaki.

That day… If you think about it, Masaki’s fate began to change after he witnessed Nabiki and Shizuko’s same-sex SM behavior at this hospital. After that, Masaki came here many times, but never again witnessed the two having sex.

“Please sit here for a moment.” Nabiki cast a gentle smile at Masaki.

Masaki’s heart fluttered inside, this person didn’t know that I had seen her in a shameful position… “Ouch! Masaki, what do you think of your teeth?” Then came Shizuko, Mamoru’s mother, who was always sexy whenever I saw her.

Masaki opened his mouth and silently accepted the treatment. It suddenly occurred to him that if he were a masochist, this would probably be very pleasurable. Did this person in front of him know that his own son was using his tutor and his sister as slaves for masochistic molestation? Also, did she know that even Masaki, who was undergoing treatment, was being coerced by her own son?

Masaki stared at Shizuko, whose expression was hidden under her mask and not visible at all, except that she was stuffing in new medicine.

“It’s over. It still tastes bitter… but it won’t hurt anymore for a while.”

“Thanks.” The consultation table returned to its original state. Masaki rinsed his mouth and walked off the consultation table.

“Wait, Masaki.” Shizuko called out to Masaki as he tried to walk out of the consultation room.

“Anything else?”

Shizuko pursed her lips and smiled, raising her hand to wave. She really does know about Mamoru and herself, Masaki thought to himself.

“How has it been since last time? Was my reading accurate?” With that, Shizuko took out the tarot cards from the drawer and continued, “The future I read for you at that time… ‘The Pope’, ‘Temperance’, ‘The Moon’…” She elaborated on the meaning of the cards and asked Masaki, “Do you remember anything? “As she elaborated on the hidden meanings of the cards, she asked Masaki, ‘Do you remember anything? She asked Masaki, “Do you remember anything? Although what the card revealed was only suggestive, when she said so, she felt that it did coincide with her own recent situation.

“Oh, again, the card now is this one.” Shizuko showed Masaki the card of a man tied up by his ankles and hanging upside down. “It’s an ‘upside down man’ card. Symbolizing suffering and self-sacrifice… It is an omen of impending trouble or a trial chain. Recently, there may be suffering around you that you have to overcome.”

Will there be more painful things to come? Masaki was silent.

“Again, there are three left.”

“Enough already.” Masaki finally couldn’t help but stop himself. Anyway, all of Shizuko’s divinations were bound to be unsettling for herself. “Don’t you think it would be better to go and do some fortune telling for Mamoru rather than me? Mamoru seems to be attempting something!”

“What are you referring to?” Shizuko’s face turned ironic all of a sudden.

“I don’t know. Well, then, I’ll take my leave.”

“Masaki, wait!”

Masaki didn’t look back, and Shizuko didn’t stubbornly come after him. Even Shizuko didn’t know Mamoru’s true feelings. Although Shizuko held power in the Parents’ Association, Mamoru didn’t seem to have any intention of withdrawing Masaki or Shagui from school at the moment. However, the other party was Mamoru.

The Hanged Man… Is that what you’ll look like in the near future? I don’t want to think about it. Masaki clenched his molars, which were still aching.

The next day after school, Mamoru came to see Masaki again. Does this mean that the divination was fulfilled?

“I’m sorry to say that I’ve been busy with other things lately. Masaki, starting today, the same is okay, right?”

“Hmm…” responded Masaki, sighing in secret disappointment. The two happy after-school days with Asari were over. Starting today, it was time to face those kinds of days all over again.

However, Mamoru went in the opposite direction from the old library.

“Where are you going?”

“To the new slave. This one, unlike the previous ones, is not a masochist, so it took a lot longer to prepare… I have to pay her back for all the hard work she put me through. Oh…”

Mamoru, who hadn’t spoken to himself in only a few days, seemed to have added a bit more terror to his demeanor. If the SM before was considered a game, then now this time he seemed to be genuinely enjoying doing evil deeds. The object that could make Mamoru go through so much trouble was one that Masaki had already begun to sympathize with before he even met him.

As Masaki’s thoughts were running through his mind, the next moment, a shiver ran through his body – was it Sa-gui…?

“Masaki, it’s here.” The place Mamoru brought him to was the old abandoned gymnasium. It was rumored that it would be torn down and rebuilt recently, so entry was now forbidden.

Immediately upon opening a door with a seemingly broken lock, an air filled with the stench of dust rushed through his nose.

“Hm! You’re already here first, huh? It’s quite admirable!”

In the darkness, sitting on the floor waiting for Masaki and Mamoru, is–

“Asari!”

Asari was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts rarely seen on her, revealing her white pattered thighs.

“Ah… Masaki…” The moment she realized Masaki, Asari’s eyes widened, but then she lowered her head in shame. She certainly didn’t expect to meet Masaki here, and of course, neither did Masaki.

“Hmph, wearing gym clothes like I ordered, huh? It looks appropriate despite being a delinquent girl!”

“Mamoru! You’re so hateful!”

Mamoru knew about the relationship between Masaki and Asari and deliberately planned for them to meet in this way. Ignoring Masaki’s anger, Mamoru approached Asari, then suddenly embraced her from behind, and at the same time rolled up his white T-shirt above his chest.

“Ah!”

Asari was not wearing a bra, a pair of breasts was suddenly reflected in Masaki’s field of vision from the front. Contrary to Asari’s tall and masculine figure, her breasts were very plump and feminine. Her breasts were already fully developed, and the shape of her nipples resembled a horizontal soybean.

“Y… no…” Mamoru squeezed Asari’s breasts as if he wanted to crush them. Perhaps due to the pain and the shame of being witnessed by Masaki, Asari’s face turned red and she desperately tried to resist: “Don’t… it hurts…”

“Stop! Mamoru, let her go!”

Masaki, who was a bit mesmerized by Asari’s breasts, heard Asari’s wail before he managed to come back to his senses, “Why? Asari, why are you listening to this guy…”

Masaki stepped forward to free Asari, but Mamoru quickly avoided Masaki, “Didn’t I tell you? This woman is a new slave. Whatever we want her to do, she is in no position to disobey.”

“I didn’t ask you!”

“Stop… Masaki…” Asari shook her head feebly, and Masaki saw it and immediately got a clue.

Asari must have been held by Mamoru just like Masaki. I’m afraid that Mamoru’s unknown whereabouts in the past few days was to look for information to coerce Asari. He wanted to tear apart Masaki’s friendship with Asari by conditioning Asari into a slave.

“Mamoru… you bastard…” Sadness, mixed with anger, surged together in Masaki’s chest.

“Asari is innocent. I can stop seeing her as long as you say you don’t like it, so…”

“You still don’t seem to understand, Masaki.” Mamoru said, once again pressed down on Asari, then took out the necessary twine every time and tied Asari’s hands behind her back. He rolled up the gym uniform and tied it tightly around her breasts with the twine. The gym uniform was also tightened with the twine against her body, so that Asari’s nipples were clearly visible.

“I think it’s your freedom to date whoever you like. However, don’t talk out of your ass. If you don’t violate this woman from now until the end, I will recognize the two of you as friends.” After Mamoru finished speaking, he carefully sucked on Asari’s nipples through her clothes.

“Ah… um…” Asari frowned helplessly. The stimulation from sucking caused her nipples to rise involuntarily. Mamoru’s saliva stained the gym uniform, and the white T-shirt then became transparent.

“How obscene! Your bra-less nipples are rubbing against your gym clothes, so you must be excited. What about down there? Are you not wearing any panties?”

“Aaah…”

Mamoru pulled down Asari’s gym shorts with one hand. It was Mamoru’s order, wasn’t it? There was really nothing under the shorts. On the edge of her plump buttocks, there was a red mark from the elastic band of the shorts.

“Masaki, since this woman is your friend, you won’t feel anything even if you see her in this shape, right?”

“Don’t…!”

Mamoru went around behind Asari and grabbed the inside of her knees, pulling her legs apart.

“… Jung Joo… don’t look! …”

“Don’t take your eyes off of me, Masaki.”

Mamoru ignored Asari’s screams and used his fingers to spread her secret part from side to side. Asari’s pubic hair was only a small inverted triangle at the top, and the area around her walls was very clean. At the top of the pink slit, which was shaped like a large hairpin, the clitoris could be seen gradually bulging. Although it was still encased in skin, a small amount of nectar slowly oozed out from underneath.

“This woman, as soon as her nipples were sucked, she was already very pleasurable. It’s probably because she’s a delinquent and slutty, so she immediately becomes sensitive once she’s touched by a man!” After Mamoru finished his excessive words, he stimulated the clitoris even more deeply.

“Don’t… ohh… A… ohh… th…” Asari shook her head with disgust, but the area being stroked by Mamoru’s fingers was gradually becoming engorged with blood and crimson, and the walls of her flesh were also slightly thickening. Although her nipples were no longer particularly sucked on, they still stood out, pushing up her gym uniform.

Masaki tried hard not to feel aroused. In fact, his femur was already high and hot from just now. However, if he let his sexual excitement run wild at this point in time, it would be tantamount to completely falling into Mamoru’s trap. Therefore, Masaki clutched what little rationality remained and stared expressionlessly at Asari’s private parts.

“Hey… it’s really quite easy to get wet, isn’t it? I didn’t realize that she might make good slave material…” Mamoru looked at his fingers glistening with Asari’s love juices, then turned Asari’s body, whose hands were bound, upside down, lifted her hips so that she was lying on her back, and after spreading out her plump buttocks, he said something horrifying like, ‘Okay, here’s an enema! ‘ Such horrible words.

“Hey! You…” Masaki said sharply, conscious of the fact that he was becoming increasingly poisoned by Mamoru, but still asserting that he had no such interest.

“What’s wrong, Masaki?” Mamoru seemed to be aware of this, and deliberately said, “I’m not good at feces and urine training either, but I’m not totally uninterested, and it looks like fun, doesn’t it? I’d like to try giving her an enema, sticking a cork up her ass, and dragging her around the campus, with a dog collar around her neck of course, to see how much this bitch can take, and I have the equipment that my mother used…”

The feeling of disgust mixed with shock caused Masaki’s entire body to break out in goosebumps. Asari’s buttocks were in the eyes of both of them, causing her to hang her head down and not want to raise it, only her shoulders kept on trembling.

“Mamoru, don’t do this. Please don’t, please.”

Asari, who wasn’t a masochist, might actually go crazy if she was subjected to this kind of treatment.

“Oh? Are you begging me?” Mamoru looked at Masaki with the condescending gaze of a fool, but Masaki said firmly again, “Please.”

“Heh heh, well in that case, no colonic.” Mamoru said, coming out with a gentle kick to Asari’s buttocks. Asari yelped and rolled to the floor.

“Asari!” Masaki immediately ran towards Asari and untied the twine binding her wrists. The smell of sweat mixed with the scent of shampoo and the unique odor of a woman’s body came from Asari’s body, and all of a sudden Masaki’s lower body suddenly became heavy.

“Masaki…” Asari didn’t seem to realize Masaki’s reaction. Masaki took off his shirt and draped it over Asari. Asari, on the other hand, wiped away the tears that had fallen down her face with her finally liberated hands.

“Oh! You two, you didn’t think it was over already, did you?”

Mamoru’s cold voice descended from above: “The real show is about to begin now! Haha…”

“Yeah? You’re in high school? Where are you calling from?”

“Uh… ah… ah… from the corner of the… phone booth… ah… ah…”

“Phone booth? You are, right now, playing with your pussy, aren’t you?”

“Yes… ah… ah…”

“You’re so horny… I just don’t understand high school students these days. Are you an exhibitionist or a pervert?”

“AH… MMM…” Asari grunted, the microphone in her hand almost slipping as Mamoru’s fingers were rubbing away the skin covering her clitoris, touching the sensitive pearl directly.

“Ugh! Are you going already? It’s such a rare opportunity, let’s have some more fun!” On the other end of the phone line connection was a stranger who had never met before, the kind of man who called the number of the pornographic phone club on the Kleenex handed out in front of the station and stumbled on the connection.

Masaki, Asari and Mamoru enter a phone booth. In the narrow phone booth, Asari was forced to make this kind of erotic phone call while Mamoru was playing with her pussy. Even though this place is considered to be less crowded, if the passers-by pay a little attention, they can still see what they are doing.

“Mamoru, is that enough?” Masaki said quietly. Since this was at a distance where the other party could hear the talking, he couldn’t speak out of turn.

Mamoru didn’t answer, just moved his fingers silently.

“What kind of outfit are you in now?”

“Uh… jeans… and T-shirt… plain…”

“Put your hands inside your jeans.”

“Umm…”

“Then take your jeans off to your knees. Then roll up your t-shirt to show your breasts.”

“Huh…”

Asari hesitated a bit, but Mamoru immediately did as the man said, causing Asari to become almost completely naked in the phone booth. Masaki, who was right next to Asari, had his chest tingling from her nipples brushing against it, and Asari must have felt Masaki’s man-root already hot and burning at the same time.

“Well? Excited yet?”

“Ah… yes…”

“Is the pussy getting wet? Is there stream after stream of warm honeydew in there, flowing outward in a steady stream?”

“Uh… yes… ah…”

“Then let me listen to the little hole. I’ll come and listen too while I masturbate.”

Mamoru sniffed and immediately removed the microphone and put the microphone feeder close to Mari’s private parts. Then he gave Masaki a wink: “You do it.”

“Don’t! Why should I…?”

“You’re afraid you’ll try to rape her after you touch her, so you don’t want to, are you?”

“No…”

“Then do it! Either way, you’re in no position to refuse aren’t you?”

That’s right, Asari wasn’t the only one being threatened by Mamoru. Masaki glanced at Asari, only to see her nodding with a sad face and spreading her thighs slightly on her own.

Masaki’s finger had just been put in, and it was already making an obscene ‘cooing cane’ sound. The inside of Asari’s pussy had already been fully moistened by Mamoru’s play. Masaki couldn’t help but push his finger in even further, and the warm, elastic interior immediately welcomed Masaki’s finger and squeezed it. At that instant, Masaki’s head was mesmerized, unconsciously repeating his finger, and as Masaki was thrusting in and out, the sound of wetness was becoming more and more audible.

“Ummm… awesome… ooh! Say it! Say come in! Say, “Stick it in my pussy!”

The man on the other end of the line gasped in confusion and began to spew dreamy obscenities from his mouth.

“Say stick it in.” Mamoru whispered in Asari’s ear.

“Stick, stick it in…”

“To say come stick that thick rod in my meat hole.”

“Don’t…”

“Trying to disobey me?”

“Oooooooooo… I… thick… thick…” Asari couldn’t say anything so shameful, and the tears that kept flowing out of her eyes made her sob uncontrollably.

“Chunky what?”

“Stick the thick… meat… rod… into… the… meat hole… A.ohh…” Asari cried, but the moment she uttered these lewd words, Masaki’s fingers felt a contraction inside her meat hole. Asari, who was not a masochist, might slowly feel pleasure from this unusual behavior.

“Fantastic! Even the meat hole says it all! Ahhh, I’m going to cum too!”

“oo… ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah…”

“Masaki, Asari is about to have an orgasm. Are you still showing off? Wouldn’t it be better to use your man-root to make Asari enjoy the feeling of ascension on such a rare occasion?”

Mamoru whispered cheekily. “Talk about a good friend, aren’t you at your limit too? How long do you plan on holding back?”

Mamoru glanced at Masaki’s lower half, where an erection had long since become too hard to hide, tenting the pants.

Bastard…

At that moment Masaki suddenly remembered Shizuko’s divination. The Tarot card ‘Hanged Man’ means self-sacrifice, or facing a chain test. But this kind of trial is too much, isn’t it?

“What’s wrong? If you’re not going to do it, it doesn’t matter if I do it with this vibrator!”

Mamoru takes out the adult toys and there are two of them.

“Let’s use this to temper her front and back holes at the same time! Developing the asshole might accelerate her awakening into a masochist. That way, she’ll become like Rinko and the others as well.”

“Stop!” Masaki finally couldn’t help but shout.

“What! Is there a man next to you?” The man on the other end of the phone shouted angrily.

“Masaki,” Asari looked upward at Masaki with moist eyes, then slowly reached out her hand to touch Masaki’s hard male root. “It doesn’t matter, I… anyway, if it’s you…”

“Mari…”

“As much as you may not want to, in this situation with me…”

“There is no such thing! I’m the one who caused you to be treated this way!”

“I don’t hate you. Because, you’re my first friend…” said Asari, reluctantly trying to squeeze out a smile, but the tears that kept coming drowned out her smile.

“…” The call seemed to have been hung up, but no one cared.

“So, Mari, is that okay?”

“Eh.”

Masaki removes his own rod from his pants while Asari braces her hand against the glass outer wall of the phone booth. Mamoru grunted and laughed as he stepped out of the phone booth, seemingly intending to watch from the outside. Masaki walks around behind Asari and stands so that Asari’s waist rides are loaded on his man-root.

“Ohh… coming in… Masaki’s… A.ohh…” as Mari trembled her body while sinking down herself.

Her body seemed to defy her mind’s will and truly craved comfort. Her tender lower body made a zippy sound, openly welcoming Masaki’s entry.

“┅”「The moment Masaki reached the deepest point, Asari’s back couldn’t restrain itself from arching hard. It was as if Masaki’s sensitive tip had stimulated Asari’s most sensitive part.

“Ah, what… what should I do…? Masaki, I… ah… ah…” It’s completely unimaginable for Asari to make such a beautiful, lewd moan from her normal appearance.

“It’s okay, Asari, follow your feelings.” Masaki responded, and his intense emotions were provoked by Asari. He slapped Asari’s breasts, pinching the tantalizing nipples with his fingertips and rubbing them slightly roughly.

“Aaah… aaah… so good…”

Inside the cramped phone booth, the gurgling watery sounds made by Asari and Masaki’s intercourse resounded wildly. The stuffy space, the odor of sweat and body fluids mixed together, irritated Masaki almost to the point of dizziness.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph… Not bad, Masaki… I was right… This is the truest gesture between a man and a woman. Friendship is just a mask. No… before desire, all feelings are just masks…”

Mamoru was making a big deal out of it from the outside, but right now Masaki couldn’t think about anything but feeling that pleasure.

Even the previous consideration of worrying about being seen didn’t matter, and even, the thought of doing it for others was in the back of his mind.

“Mari, great, Mari!”

“Jungu… I too… ummm… ahhhh…”

Masaki pushed his waist desperately, and Asari played with her clit as she did so. In this way, the flesh of the chamber that wrapped around Masaki was able to tighten and pinch and squeeze the other party even more comfortably.

“Umm… Umm… Umm…”

“I can’t! I’m already… I’m going to leak…!”

Asari’s moans buckled and pulled up, and her hips kept shaking violently. The breasts in Masaki’s hands gently shivered slightly, and the nipples all of a sudden rose to fullness and hardness. Masaki also climbed to the highest point at the same time, and in the deepest part of Asari’s body, desire finally erupted. He trembled and shot a drop of semen into Asari’s interior.

“Aaah…”

Both of them lose their whole body strength at the same time, and Masaki doesn’t want to think about anything anymore. But for some reason, Mamoru still persistently knocked on the glass exterior of the phone booth.

“Masaki, Masaki,”

Masaki didn’t answer. He didn’t even pull out the male root that was connected to Asari’s body.

Mamoru sneered at the sight and looked back behind himself, “What should I do? Your brother seems to have passed out from being so comfortable.”

What…

In that instant, Masaki’s entire body froze.

“See? Your brother, he loves to bully his favorite girls like that. As long as he has his eye on her, he’ll bully her as much as he wants.”

“┅┅”

When did it start, just standing there? With a dull look like a doll, Shagui gazed at Masaki in a daze.

“Phew! Masaki, did you find out?” Mamoru laughed easily as if it was just a small incident, “Actually, Sakuya has always wanted to know what I was up to with you. This is such a rare opportunity that I wanted to ask her to come and see…”

“Don’t towel her!” Masaki said angrily. He could never forgive Mamoru’s hand that would be on Shagui’s shoulder.

Sha Gui was startled by his angry shout and his body jolted.

“Ah…” tears welled up in Sha Gui’s eye frames. She shook her head speechlessly as tears plopped down her cheeks.

“Yes… I’m sorry… brother…” She turned around and ran away without even looking back.

“Shagui! Wait a minute! Sha Gui!”

Masaki panicked and pushed Asari away, put on his clothes and chased after Shagui. However, Shagui’s figure had long disappeared into the night.