1.
In the hilly area of Karuizawa, there are many Western-style villas with a nostalgic atmosphere.
In the innermost corner, there is the three-story villa of English-style architecture surrounded by woods. It is also considered the oldest villa in this summer resort.
It is said that the earliest occupants were British traders, and that after that, through the hands of a few people, they built swimming pools on the grass or adapted some of the more recent fixtures, but the vine-climbed facade looks exactly the same as it did decades ago.
Anyone with a keen sense of humor can’t help but get a gloomy feeling when they see this villa. Perhaps it is because of the hills and high trees to the west, where there is little sunlight even in the summer!
In front of the western-style gate there was a doorplate that read ‘Soul Tree Villa’, but for some reason the locals called the lodge ‘Night Weeping Pavilion’, and even among the local elders very few of them knew from whence such a designation had come.
That summer, before the rainy season was over, the iron gates of the villa were opened and the old door lights were lit at night.
‘It’s a rare occasion when someone rents a night crypt.’
Because of its gloomy appearance and old-fashioned equipment, it has never been rented by summer vacationers in recent years, and the real estate company is preparing to tear it down this year, so the locals are curious to know what kind of people are renting this villa.
Detailed information was passed on by Yatsuko, the daughter of the Shimogetsu family, who manages the villas in the area.
Because she was hired by the people who rented the cottage to live and work there as a housekeeper for a summer.
According to her, that person was the dean of the law school of a first-class private university, Professor Takayuki Kamiyo, a doctor of law.
He resigned from his position as dean in the spring of this year, and also left the world of education. Because of a car accident at the end of last year, he was almost miraculously saved by the efforts of his physicians, but he has lost the ability to work in the community, and it is said that he is still partially paralyzed and has ugly scars on his face.
”I see, that villa is quite suitable for seclusion.”
Also of interest is the wife of this near-abolitionist scholar, more than twenty years his junior.
‘Supposedly a continuation of a beautiful woman who originally worked as an air hostess. But it’s also really sad that soon after sitting on the throne of a university professor’s wife, she’s going to become a caretaker of cripples. Looking like that, the professor must be sexually impotent, right?”
The local elders said this with lewd laughter.
The bedrooms of Prof. and Mrs. Kamiyo’s couple are modeled after the English aristocracy in the manner of country buildings, with many exposed ceiling beams.
Mrs. Yasuko Kamiyo, the professor’s wife, often had the delusion that something demonic was staring from the darkness between the beams.
That night she shuddered as she undressed in front of her husband Takayuki, twenty-three years her senior, who sat in a rocking chair, exposing her almost transparent snow-white body.
Taking off her expensive panties with lace trim and pointing her peachy ass at her husband, Yasuko put on her black stockings made in France.
Suspending the stockings with black garters creates the appearance of not wearing anything other than this, which is even sexier than nudity.
And then put on high heels that emit black light, this is the dress that a husband who has lived in a foreign country for a long time asks his wife to wear in the bedroom.
‘I’ve been checking out this house today, and I’ve been down to the basement, and it must have been a warehouse for storing wine in ancient times. Now there’s only ancient furniture. But there’s a cover for the floor and a basement underneath, so I wonder what that kind of thing was made for?’
‘Probably used as a defense trench during combat, perhaps to hide expensive fine art or property, etc.’ I’ve heard that the owners of this house are rich…’
Takayuki Kamiyo, whose hair was half-white at the temples, as long as he was sitting in a rocking chair in his robe like this, looked exactly the same as the playboy professor in his prime.
He recovered from his injuries faster than expected, and after a couple of reconstructive surgeries, the injuries on his face are barely noticeable.
The paralysis of the body is also limited to the right leg, which can walk on its own with the use of a cane.
The decision to rent this villa was made because there is a swimming pool, and in order to restore the muscles and injured nerves of the body, swimming is the most effective way.
Wearing only black high heels, the twenty-eight year old virtuous lady, not hiding the black triangle in her lower abdomen, like a whore or a stripper, in a lewd position, walks to the corner of the room in front of her husband, spreads her legs in front of the marble fireplace, and wiggles her voluptuous buttocks like a foolish dancer.
Soon the smell of sweat mixed with the freshly sprayed perfume ‘Night Flight’ to become an aroma that stimulated a man’s lust.
‘You do it.’
After letting his young wife squirm obscenely in front of him like this for ten minutes, Takayuki barked out an order in a husky voice.
Yasuko hurried to the rocking chair and knelt down, pulling back the front hem of her husband’s robe.
Snow-white fingers reached for her panty-less husband, soft palms encircling the shriveled thing and beginning to caress it tenderly.
As his wife leaned her face against the base of his thighs, the man entering the realm of primordial old age raised his head and closed his eyes, his red lips taking the man’s thing completely into his mouth and caressing it delicately with the tip of his tongue.
After a long period of time like this, despite Yasuko’s immense efforts, the shriveled thing was not able to regain its pre-crash appearance.
‘Forget it, we’ll do it tonight.’
There was agonized desperation in the voice of the husband who pushed away his wife’s body.
Yasuko, who hurriedly put on her pajamas, wiped her husband’s saliva-stained lower abdomen with her own panties and said in a comforting tone:
”There’s no need to rush, it’s already recovered to this extent, it can definitely be cured.”
”Maybe. But I’m not getting any younger, and I may not have the stamina by the time I’m cured.’
‘If you’re too pessimistic, what should be good won’t be good enough.’
The wife shook her head and brought the bottle of pills from the bedside table, pouring a few into her hand and handing them to her husband. They were sleeping pills, the aftermath of the car accident was migraines and it was impossible to sleep without the help of medication.
‘You’re really good to me, if it was a normal woman how would you have abandoned me.’
‘How can you say that? I do love you.’
Lying on the wide double bed with the lights out. A cold wind blowing down from the hills behind caused a riot of leaves all around.
‘Hit me with a whip if you want.’
Yasuko said in the darkness:
‘I’ve heard that turns men on.’
‘I’m very touched that you’re willing to do that, but I don’t have that kind of hobby. And the thought of hurting your beautiful skin is too much for me.’
The husband said to his wife before going to sleep:
‘Let’s get someone from the electrical firm to check the pool motor tomorrow. There may be a problem, the water in the pool is a little dirty.’
Then it was replaced by regular snoring.
Yasuko couldn’t sleep for a long time. Fingers wriggled quietly in her secret place, spilling out to moisten the roots of her thighs. Soon after a sobbing sound came from her red lips, and the balanced flesh spasmed slightly.
Nocturnal birds make mocking calls outside the window.
2.
The next day was a beautiful sunny day, with strong sunlight shining on the pool after the plum rain.
In the afternoon the electrical firm sent someone to check the motor.
He opened the door to the machine room by the pool and began to examine the motor mounted inside. This motor was the one that sent the water from the pool to the filter, where the water was purified and circulated back to the pool.
Yasuko took a sleeping chair and placed it by the pool and lay down, sipping cold coffee while watching the people at the electrical firm work.
The man was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with broad, strong shoulders, much like an action-packed movie actor famous for karate. But he was even rougher than that actor, with thin lips reminiscent of a ruthless carnivore.
Because it was sweltering, the man took off his shirt and, with his upper body naked and his back to this side, began to disassemble the motor.
Beads of sweat beaded on his bare back, and the beastly body odor that emanated from the man drifted across the five-meter wide pool to Yasuko.
Normally, she would have been disgusted, but the scent wafting along the breeze made Yasuko feel stimulated, as if a spark had been created deep inside her body. Being around her impotent husband for so long had made her beautiful wife sensitive to male body odor.
Yasuko lay back on the sleeper and closed her eyes, inhaling the male scent deeply.
(Ah… wanting a man, wanting a man’s hot cum to jet deep inside his body.)
Daydreaming in your head.
The worker suddenly attacked Yasuko who was taking a nap, threatening her who resisted. Ripping the thin dress and panties from her body, she is forced to part her lower body with a hot and ferocious rod fucking in, creating a strong sensation…
From her own delusions Yasuko became erotic and subconsciously twisted her body in the sleeping chair.
The skirt of her white dress lifted up as she twisted and turned, revealing even the top of her knee as she bent one leg.
The married woman suddenly came to her senses and realized that the young worker had stopped what he was doing and was quietly looking this way. You should be able to see up the skirt from that angle.
(This man is a pain in the ass.)
Yasuko shook her head to chase away the delusion, but the feelings of shame and disgust mixed together made her feel hot all over.
But the man’s snake-like eyes had the power to control her freedom, and there was no way she could keep her feet closed.
It could be that the man was getting an unusual feeling about her, pretending not to care and constantly sending over sharp glances.
(The man probably saw the base of my thighs and the lace trim of my light blue boxers…)
Mixed in with the feelings of shame and disgust were marvelous feelings, incendiary feelings that welled up from the depths of the body, the feeling that the sight of a man was like countless needles that produced a tingling sensation at the base of the thigh.
The birds crowing above her head flew away, and the sudden thrill of the visual rape she felt made her subconsciously spread her feet apart again and put the sleeper up, the afternoon wind lifting her skirt even more and revealing her dazzling snow-white thighs in the summer sun.
The young worker had shown his lustful gaze unreservedly. The light blue panties were fully exposed to the sharp eyes.
The female body in heat emitted the characteristic aroma of womanhood from her panties, and her nipples, which hadn’t been suckled by a baby, began to erect under her bra.
(It wasn’t peeked at, I exposed it to him. You can look if you want to. Anyway, there’s no way a man like you can sleep with a woman like me for the rest of his life.)
The daydream from earlier reappeared when I closed my eyes.
The man’s body pressed down, his hot rod pushing through Yasuko’s stamen.
But before entering a fantasized orgasm, the lewd daydream is interrupted when Yatsuko, the maid, brings cold wheat tea.
The birds chirping returned, and Yasuko, awakening from the sweet intoxication caused by the visual rape, straightened her skirt and also put her legs together. The young worker also worked silently as if nothing had happened.
(Was everything that just happened my fantasy? …… )
There was still the thrill left in his body from earlier.
The man’s job ended in the afternoon, and he put his tools in the battered van and left.
When Yasuko inadvertently asked Yatsuko about the electrical worker, the local girl’s expression stiffened for some reason.
The man’s name was Yuji Tomioka, the son of the owner of a local electrical appliance store. He is said to be quite skilled, but has a rough personality and is ostracized by the people.
‘Was in jail not so long ago.’
The young girl didn’t say anything about the crime, but Yasuko could guess.
3.
Yasuko’s rape by Yuji Tomioka happened the next day when she was returning from shopping in the street and passing through the path of the woods.
The broken down van that drove up from behind pulled up beside Yasuko.
‘Ma’am, are you going shopping?’
face in a rough grin, eyes hovering over hers in a snake-like gaze.
Yasuko looked around, as it was not yet the season and none of the nearby villas were occupied.
‘It’s hot today too, ma’am, so just rest here.’
The man, supposedly an ex-convict, got out of the broken down van with a piece of wire in his hand.
Yasuko dropped what she was holding and ran towards the nearest villa, praying in her heart that there would be someone there.
But the electrical worker easily caught Yasuko before she got there.
‘It doesn’t matter if you go there, no one will be there.’
Like a wild animal that had caught its prey, Tomioka Yuji held Yasuko tightly in his arms.
Without thinking, Yasuko ran away and instead introduced the man to a place where no one else was.
‘Don’t do that, do you know how serious the consequences are?’
Twisting the resisting Yasuko’s hands behind her back, and regardless of her loud cries, she tied her hands together behind her back with an electric wire.
‘What are you doing?’
Yasuko took a slap to the face as she yelled.
”Ma’am, don’t scream, it looks like you’re lacking a man, and you showed me your thighs on purpose yesterday. So I’m here to comfort you.’
Yasuko, whose hands were bound, was pulled to a large tree, backed against it, and bound again with wires.
”Don’t move around, that will leave bruises on your skin and you won’t be able to explain to your husband when you go back, right?”
Wires were tied around the left leg and pulled up again.
Yasuko let out a yelp of panic and pain as the wires became fixed to the branch.
‘Don’t! Don’t look like that!’
One leg was raised high in the air, a humiliating position that made Yasuko’s face blush up to her ears. The sandals on her feet came off as she struggled.
”Show me the place that was shown to me yesterday, let me see it clearly now!”
The hem of the shirt was pulled up to the waist, and the lower part of the body in red panties appeared.
‘Ah…’
The man’s hand touched the slightly raised part of the panties, causing Yasuko’s entire body to have goosebumps of disgust, and the sensation of lustful stimulation on the sensitive part, and she couldn’t help but let out a cry of sadness and wriggle her body.
‘Not bad for a professor’s wife, what a beautiful pair of panties.’
The woman’s body, which was forced apart into a lewd position, immediately secreted a woman’s nectar when the pistil was roughly stroked from the boxer briefs, and the double-bottomed portion of the boxer briefs immediately became wet.
‘No… don’t… spare me!’
‘Look at that… look at how wet it is already here.’
The strong body odor emanating from the flesh of a mature woman is more stimulating to men.
Yasuko’s lips were sucked as she was held close by the man’s sweaty smelling body. Thick hands pulled open the neckline and grabbed the breasts from the bra and rubbed them hard.
Shortly after the tiny fabric covering the lower abdomen was torn by the man.
As Yuji Tomioka, whose jeans and underwear were down together, approached, Yasuko was horrified by the huge thing.
The dark, blood-filled tip showed the bump horribly.
”Heh heh heh heh, this was processed out of boredom in jail, any woman who encounters this thing will only cry with joy.”
Yuuji hugged Yasuko’s thin waist tightly.
‘Well…’
Her husband Takayuki’s powerful rod, which was incomparable, stabbed deep into Yasuko’s lower body.
The trunk of the tree behind him shook, presumably with a bird’s nest, and the bird let out a shrill cry and flew away.
A few minutes later…
Yasuko was subjected to a massive jet of fiery semen and squeezed a bird-like sound from her throat, experiencing the taste of an intense orgasmic explosion.
4.
It was a week since Yuji Tomioka came to ‘Night Cry Hall’ again. The motor, which had been repaired the day before, had broken down again.
Takayuki Kamiyo is swimming in the pool. The bruises from his back to his waist indicate the severity of the crash.
His skin was pale because the pool in the mountains only gets a few hours of sunlight.
Yasuko saw the man approach as she sat on a sleeper by the pool.
When eyes met, the woman’s expression was like a mask and the man’s blemished teeth grinned.
The man opened the mechanical room into the area with the motor and quickly found the cause of the malfunction: the wires had been pulled by who knows what. Yuuji frowned, wondering who would do such a thing.
Just then, the mechanical room suddenly went dark, indicating that someone was standing in the doorway, and the young man turned around to see that it was Yasuko.
The dress she wore over her body was still thin.
The young man said, pointing his finger at the pulled wire:
‘You did it, didn’t you?’
Yasuko’s face was expressionless.
‘Why would you do such a thing?’
Yasuko slightly chaptered open her red lips and stuck out her pink tongue to lick her lips. This look was very sexy and stimulated the young man’s lust.
‘Because then I’ll get to see you.’
For a split second the man’s eyes widened before turning into a lecherous grin.
‘I see. As if you can’t forget the last time you were in the woods.’
A sudden blush appeared on Yasuko’s face, remembering the abuse she had received in the woods a week ago.
She is tied to a tree trunk and raped, and to revitalize the man, she takes the lust-soaked rod in her mouth afterwards.
At this point the dress was also removed and the naked Yasuko took a dog-crawling position on the leaf-covered ground, Yasuko couldn’t help but shed tears from the feeling of fear and nausea as he slapped her.
Twice before and after, Yasuko’s flesh is shot with a man’s fiery semen, climaxing in joy in the doggy position.
The beautiful married woman stood in the doorway of the mechanical room and felt something fiery boiling inside her.
Yuuji saw her husband swimming in the pool from behind the woman’s back, and his eyes took on a relentless shine.
‘Separate the front.’
The married woman parted the buttons on the front of her dress, revealing her beige bra and panties.
‘Come here and squat.’
The mechanical room was lower than the swimming pool. When you walked inside, you could only see the upper part of Yasuko’s back. The narrow space was filled with the odor of men’s sweat and the aroma of a mature woman’s perfume.
‘Pull down your boxers.’
Listening to the sound of the water behind her husband’s swimming, it turns out that the beautiful and virtuous wife, crouching in front of the young and ferocious man, removes her boxers from her feet. There is still body heat of the panties into the pockets of the man’s jeans.
‘Separate the bigger ones.’
The younger man’s voice was also a little husky.
‘It seems like it’s already wet. You’re practically a barking bitch.’
Yuuji pulled the larger driver from the toolbox, with the plastic handle for high voltage electrical insulation.
‘Swallow this!’
‘Ah…’
The woman who voluntarily parted the front of her dress raised her buttocks involuntarily. The plastic stalk with a diameter of about four centimeters pierced into the stamen.
‘Oh… oh…’
The initial resistance disappeared as the plastic handle slid in as if sucked in, and the young man smiled as he turned the starter that revealed the outside.
‘Well…’
Yasuko couldn’t help but let out a grunt.
‘Expose your breasts and rub them.’
The man’s hand moved over the starter, making chirping noises as it moved in and out of the stamen.
‘The husband will see…’
‘He won’t notice.’
‘You’re cruel…’
Yasuko pulled her bra down herself and rubbed her plump breasts in front of the men. The woman’s smell got stronger.
‘You… come on!’
Abused by the plastic handle, Yasuko made an annoyed sound.
‘It’s not possible here.’
‘Go anywhere!’
Plump thighs twitched from the unbearable pleasure.
‘Good. Just for tonight, did your husband sleep well enough?’
‘He takes sleeping pills and normal sounds won’t wake him up.’
‘I’ll be here at twelve o’clock, then; so, unlock the window near the corridor.’
‘Why wait until midnight… by afternoon my husband will be napping…’
‘I’m not as available as you think.’
As the man’s hand turned, Yasuko seemed to reach a mild orgasm, her thighs twitching as she squeezed her eyes shut.
‘Ah…’
The sound of water behind them faded as if Takayuki was leaving the pool.
Yuuji saw the man of the house approaching from behind Yasuko, who was still shaking her shoulders.
‘Your husband is here, cover the front.’
As if he hadn’t created any suspicion, Takayuki came behind the machinery room and looked in from behind his wife’s back. The workers were silently working there.
‘Know what’s broken?’
‘It’s a problem with the wiring here.’
”Yes? Please fix it. Yasuko, it’s getting dark, let’s go inside.”
‘Yes…’
Yasuko stood up and the starter fell at her feet, but Takayuki, who had already turned around, didn’t notice.
Yasuko whispered on her way out:
‘Tonight.’
5.
(Damn, this cottage is pretty scary when it comes to nighttime.)
The treetops reached the roofs of the houses as if they were monsters about to pounce.
(I claim to never do it again with a woman I’ve fucked, but it’s a disgrace to sneak in here like a lover now.)
But the appearance of snow-white, mature flesh in his mind aroused the young man’s desire again.
Yuji, who had a previous conviction for raping a woman and had eaten jail time, gently pulled open the window at the side of the corridor, and sure enough, it was unlocked.
The bedroom light was out. After hearing the commotion Yasuko stood by the door. The man pushes her out of the way and walks into the bedroom, and Yasuko shows a look of fear.
‘Can’t be here, my husband is sleeping.’
‘Didn’t you take sleeping pills? Won’t wake up.’
‘It’s… ah…’
The sexy nightgown was rudely removed from her body, and underneath were the black stockings and garters she had put on while waiting for her man.
‘Ma’am, it’s like an adult movie.’
The man slapped Yasuko’s ass, enjoying the pleasure of the elasticity, and pushed the beautiful mature woman towards the bed.
‘Don’t be here…’
‘Do as I say or your husband will wake up.’
On the wide double bed, the woman, clad only in black stockings, rides on Takayuki’s face in a doggy position as the younger man attacks from behind.
In the face of her sleeping husband who had taken sleeping pills, the huge and ugly meat stick went in and out of the woman’s lower body, accelerating such movements.
The softly sprung bed rose and fell with the rise and fall, and the professor’s wife in the doggy position tilted her head back to expose her snowy throat, biting her lips to keep from making a sound.
The young man was also unusually aroused by the thrill of raping her wife in the face of her sleeping husband.
‘Well…’
The intensity of the attack was so strong that Yasuko had to voluntarily stuff her panties into her mouth, the only way to restrain the sounds of delight that she couldn’t help but let out.
After a large amount of ejaculation, with the two bodies still connected underneath, Takashi rolled over, and the woman developed a fierce sense of fear, trembling all over her body, causing the young man to become sadistic again and rejuvenate himself at an already human rate.
This time it took longer to reach the second jet, and almost simultaneously Yasuko tasted an explosion of incomparable beauty.
Afterward, taking Yasuko, who had cum oozing out of her thighs, to the bathroom across the hall, the sound from inside couldn’t reach the bedroom when she closed the door.
‘It’s so exciting! It’s the second time I’ve done this next to my sleeping husband and it’s wonderful.’
‘You’re cruel, like the devil…’
‘You’re still whimpering with delight, and you’re the one who called me. I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t done it to me like that by the pool.’
On the tiled floor of the bathroom, Mrs. Naked Professor, covered only in black stockings, was again forced into the doggy position.
‘Get your ass up.’
Yasuko lifted her plump two semi-circular beautiful ass.
The man slapped at the sensual flesh-filled globes.
Crisp sound with a wonderful tactile feel in the palm of your hand.
‘You’re a pervert… a sadist…’
Yasuko’s sultry humming sent echoes through the bathroom.
6.
Summer passes slowly.
Prof. Takayuki Kamiyo continued to live a quiet life. Swimming in the pool every day gradually reduced the paralysis in his lower body. But there was never any sign of sexual desire.
On the surface Yasuko’s thoughtfulness toward her husband was always the same, but a closer look, smoother skin than before, and a lower body that twisted and swayed as she walked, should have revealed that she might have received another man’s semen. But Takayuki never realized it. The electrical equipment in the house often broke down, and each time a broken-down truck from an electrical firm came through the mountains to fix it, but it didn’t particularly matter how often. Until that day…
As summer was coming to an end and the mornings began to fog up the day, Takayuki, who no longer needed the help of a cane, made his way to the basement.
Remembering that Yasuko had said before that there was a basement under the cellar, he wanted to check it out.
In the innermost part of the dusty basement, there were iron plates laid on the floor, and when I lifted them with force, I saw that there were vertical iron ladders, bubbling up with damp, moldy air, and a flashlight in my hand illuminated the basement below.
The inside was probably about four pings in size, surrounded by stone walls, with small pipes in the roof, probably for ventilation.
(I wonder what it’s for?)
It looks like it existed at the same time the villa was built, that way it shouldn’t be a bomb shelter.
That’s when Takayuki remembers the legend of the ‘Night Weeping Hall’, as told by Yatsuko, the servant.
The English trader who built this villa took a Japanese woman as his concubine. This woman suddenly disappeared one day.
When the police came to investigate, the British businessman only said:
‘The woman fornicated with the servant and escaped together.’
That’s how the woman was never found.
But one night a man was passing by when he heard a woman’s cry and ran back scared out of his wits. The same thing happened several times after that.
‘That woman was killed by her husband and buried in the ground, and the spirit of the wrongdoer weeps at night.’
The servants speculated in this way, and later on the name ‘Night Weeping Hall’ came to be.
(What if someone was locked in the basement crying?)
It’s likely to travel through the vent pipe and be heard outside.
(The English merchant knew that the concubine was fornicating with the servant and had her imprisoned here.)
Takayuki lowered the heavy iron plate with a very strong lock on it.
(Presumably a dungeon!?)
Just then, the sound of a door opening from the first floor into the basement was heard, and Takayuki looked back.
(Who could it be?)
The shelves for the wine blocked the view, and the stairs could not be seen from his position, so it was possible that Yatsuko had brought unnecessary things to the basement.
Takayuki stuck his head out to look over and saw an unexpected sight. The people coming were her wife and the electrical repairman.
7.
In the poorly lit basement, Yasuko turns nude. Removing her panties with lots of colorful ruffles, as she had done several times in the past, she walked over to the old leather couch and sat down with her upper body leaning against the back of the chair and her snow-white backside facing the young sadist.
‘Lift your ass and spread your legs.’
There was more or less hesitation before taking the lewd position of spanking. Then red color is seen at the edge of the thigh roots when the legs are spread hard.
‘Got your period?’
‘I’m sorry! Today with my mouth…’
‘It’s up to me to decide where to use it.’
With that said, she slapped her plump ass as hard as she could. The beautiful face frowned and her breasts squashed against the back of the chair while she wiggled her ass.
Pulling the front of his jeans open behind the woman’s back, he pulled his huge rod out of it.
The man spat a mouthful of saliva on the palm of his hand and pulled the fleshy mound of his ass apart, exposing his asshole bud.
‘Ah… there it is…’
As the saliva smeared over the lovely hole, the naked Yasuko stiffened all over and looked back at the younger man.
The meat stick that was shaped in the cell, pressed against the daisy bud.
‘Ah… it can’t be…’
‘Don’t push or you’ll hurt more.’
‘Ah…’
The hand gripping the back of the chair pushed hard enough to sink his nails into the couch.
‘Well…’
Cold sweat broke out on his snow-white body, his bitten lips turned pale, and his back bent into an arch.
‘Very well…’
After a long moment, the man’s fingers reached forward and found the bud of flesh to caress under the thick pubic hair.
‘Ah…’
‘Well…’
The man and the woman let out a roar together, and Yasuko, who had been subjected to a jet of searing white lava deep inside her body, leaned back in her chair and lost consciousness at that moment.
Takayuki Kamiyo felt paralyzed when he saw his wife having perverted sex with a worker. His heart was filled with anger, surprise, and jealousy, but then he realized something that shocked the professor’s heart.
It turns out to be full of power at the man’s organ.
It had been six months since the accident, and his male sex had never been erect, but now it was surprisingly hot and pulsing.
‘What’s going on here?’
‘Was it a strong mental shock that restored the function of the stopped central nervous system?’
The older husband again sees the man pulling his rod out and then forcing his wife to take it in her mouth, creating a very intense sexual desire.
Just then the young worker was heard to say:
‘Separate yourself from that kind of husband and forget about it, there’s no point in being with a useless man, let me take care of it for you. Electrocution in a swimming pool can be treated as heart paralysis, that way later on…’
The young worker let out a cold laugh as he slapped Yasuko on the ass.
‘I will love you until this ass is covered in blood.’
8.
(Where have Mr. and Mrs. gone?)
While cleaning the couple’s bedroom on the second floor, the maid, Yatsuko, was puzzled that she hadn’t seen the two of them since lunch.
(It’s probably pretty rare to go out for a walk together.)
This is for the best, the healthy woman who just graduated from the local high school still thinks this in her mind.
She took out a magazine from the nightstand, a ‘private’ magazine published in Scandinavia, a pornographic magazine that Yasuko had specially commissioned to be brought back from abroad in order to help her husband regain his sexual faculties.
Yatsuko sat on the soft cotton double bed, magazines spread out in her lap.
(Anytime you see it, it screams excitement.)
Ever since I found this magazine in my nightstand while cleaning my bedroom, peeking at magazines with lots of pornographic photos while cleaning has been the only pleasure in my monotonous life.
Naked men and women fuck in various positions. Some use their mouths to swallow a man’s thick object. Young girls receiving two men at the same time, middle-aged women having anal sex… it all comes as a surprise to the inexperienced Yatsuko, while at the same time creating intense eroticism in healthy flesh.
One of her favorite pictures was a composition of two women and a man because one of the young girls looked a lot like her. The voluptuous body, with its black garter belt and stockings, looked very sexy.
(If only I wore underwear like that…)
The extraordinarily curious girl certainly knew where such a collection of lingerie and black high heels were.
(By the way, no one is there anyway, so try it on now.)
Yatsuko stripped off her body in front of the very large mirror, bringing in garters with ruffles that cinched around her waist and almost sank into her flesh, a sensation that mesmerized the young girl.
Put on black stockings secured with garters and black high heels.
I’ve been unable to stop blushing when I see myself in the mirror, but I’ve also been feeling light and airy.
More or less chubby, but with snow-white skin like Yasuko. Her plump ass was where she had the most confidence in herself.
When wearing black stockings and garters like this, even she felt a sense of voluptuous beauty. For a moment Yatsuko almost had the illusion that she was the Scandinavian girl having fun in that pornographic magazine.
(Ah… I’ve…)
As if her body felt on fire, she pressed her body against the mirror, the cool glass making her feel very comfortable, leaning her mouth against it to kiss the beautiful woman inside.
Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened, and the owner of this family, Kamiyo Takayuki, walked in.
(Ah…)
The unexpectedness of the situation left the young girl unsure of what to do, especially since the normally mild-mannered Mistress of the House had a look of total lust on her face and obviously visible bulging pants that frightened her.
(Turns out he’s not sexually impotent.)
Yatsuko had been desperately trying to cover her lower abdomen with her hands. The man came over and grabbed her arm.
‘Please forgive me… for thinking I wasn’t home…’
‘Moving things around like that in someone’s bedroom is the same as being a thief.’
Takayuki’s voice was a little hoarse.
‘Bad women like that need to be punished.’
The sound of Yatsuko’s ass being spanked and her cries appear in the bedroom.
Seeing his wife’s lechery and the young girl’s voluptuous pose with his own eyes made the villa owner unusually aroused.
‘Come here and take this thing in your mouth!’
After grabbing the crying, begging young girl’s hair hard enough to get her on her knees, Takayuki pulled his fully erect sex out of his pants.
9.
Never dreaming of being seen by her husband, it was less than a week later that Yasuko once again rendezvoused with the young laborer in the basement.
Even though his period is over, this time Yuji Tomioka asks for Kikuyu buds in order to satisfy the perverted desires he developed in prison.
”Ah… it’s hard to even walk like this.”
Yasuko pulled up her boxers and after wiping them still kept spilling the man’s cum that had shot through her body.
”But the way you just screamed in favor of it, it seems like a bit of an exaggeration as well.”
Yuuji gave Yasuko’s ass a squeeze, feeling excited to hear her let out a squeal.
‘You can’t live without me anymore. Dispose of your husband a little faster!’
He was fully convinced that he had brought this beautiful woman into complete submission. Killing her husband and getting the woman and the property…felt no longer a dream. Yasuko was terrified of such a man and felt that she had found a monster.
‘To get electrocuted at the pool, you have to take advantage of it now.’
Summer is short here. Unable to capitalize on the opportunity, the couple will go back to Tokyo, and the cruel young man feels anxious.
Just as Yasuko was getting dressed, the door on the stairs burst open and Yuji hid behind the couch in panic.
‘So Yasuko is here.’
Husband Takayuki appeared on the stairway.
‘I came to see if there was any usable furniture, but I didn’t find any.’
‘Yeah? I did decide to put the old refrigerator from the kitchen here so that the kitchen is mostly bigger. I’ve asked for help, just lift it to where that sofa is!”
(Sucks!)
Yuuji’s face paled as he slowly moved inside against the wall, but there was no place where he could escape the gaze of several people.
(If it’s her husband alone, take it out here.)
Just then an iron lid was seen under the foot.
In order to lift down the old refrigerator, Takayuki and a couple of helpers are trying to turn the refrigerator at the top of the stairs.
Yasuko gestured for him to duck in a bit, and Yuji lifted the iron lid with all his might and dove into the damp, dark hole in the ground.
The old refrigerator was quite heavy and four people could barely carry it down the stairs.
‘Didn’t hear you were moving this thing…’
‘It came to me out of the blue, it makes the kitchen so much wider.’
Takayuki wore what seemed like a pleasant expression.
‘Where would be a good place to put it?’
Just then a sound was heard under the iron plate. Yasuko immediately tensed up.
‘Is that where the rats are?’
Takayuki heads over to where there’s an iron plate, and Yasuko rushes to stop it.
‘Don’t move there anymore, I’m scared.’
”That’s true, maybe there’s a demon hiding in there. Everyone says this is the “Night Weeping Hall”, so maybe there’s something in there.”
Takayuki gazed at his wife’s expression.
‘Let’s put the old fridge on top of this iron plate, so we can keep weird things from coming in and out?’
In an instant Yasuko’s face turned pale.
The old refrigerator that it took four large men to lift rested on the iron plate, and the way to the tunnel was completely blocked.
‘That’s good, get up there and make tea for these friends.’
Yasuko, who was standing there, came to her senses at her husband’s words. Takayuki saw a change in Yasuko’s expression before returning to his usual smile.
‘Yeah. Come on, it’s a little chilly in here.’
10.
The weather began to deteriorate on this day, with thick fog surrounding the mountains and temperatures dropping rapidly.
‘Summer is over!’
Kamiyo Takayuki lit a fire in the hearth of his bedroom and the wood burned with a slight explosion.
Just then the house seemed to make a crying sound.
Yasuko, who was applying lipstick in front of the dressing table, suddenly got nervous.
I don’t know if it was from the walls or the beams, but there seemed to be muffled moans and sobs – you couldn’t hear them if you didn’t listen carefully, but once you heard them, you couldn’t get them out of your ears.
Soon after the voices died away, leaving only the sound of raindrops hitting the glass windows, and the sound of wood burning in the fireplace, but soon after that strange voice was heard again.
The statue of Kamiyo Takanobu, who was sitting in a rocking chair gazing into the flames, said to himself:
‘It’s the resonance phenomenon. The ventilation pipes in the basement are probably connected to the building somewhere, hence the resonance phenomenon.’
(He sounds like he knows about the man…)
‘The hole in the ground under the basement could be an underground cell. The Englishmen who built this villa kept their concubines in it. When a woman cried, it was as if the whole house was crying. I don’t know whether it was by accident or by design. This is the secret of “The House of Night Weeping.”
Cries were heard again. This time it seemed to be a man’s scream.
As if to drive away a voice like that, the professor’s wife took off her black nightgown. The flesh that had absorbed Tomioka Yuuji’s semen all summer long looked even sexier than before.
Seeing his wife who had changed into black stockings and high heels, Takayuki said:
‘I remember when you said you could use a whip before, so let’s do that tonight!’
The prepared rope was hung from a beam on the roof, and Yasuko’s hands were tied and her body was suspended to the point where the heels of her high heels barely touched the ground. At that moment, her husband brought a very thin leather whip.
Yasuko, who had remained silent until the whip hit her plump ass, began to scream.
The whip was more painful than the sadistic young man’s slap with his hand and left red whip marks on his body.
Suddenly coming to her senses, Yasuko saw the situation unfolding on the bed in front of her and suspected that her eyes had misread the situation.
There crawling like a dog was Yatsuko, and on her body like Yasuko there were only black stockings.
At that moment the husband, Takayuki, attacked from behind Yatsuko’s back, and after the whipping of his wife, and the excitement of raping the servant in front of her, made his sex organ show particular exuberance.
(His faculties have been restored.)
In front of Yasuko’s body being hoisted up, the young girl offered her virginity to the first-aged professor, the blood from the broken melon running down her snow-white thighs.
Only after the sex scene between her husband and the young girl was over did her husband put Yasuko down. By this time, the roots of her thighs were dripping wet with nectar from the stimulation she had just experienced.
Yasuko’s hands were re-tied behind her back and she was kneeling on the carpet when Yatsuko came to her.
‘Ma’am, I’m sorry…’
On the face of this young girl of nineteen, there was an expression of innocence that did not yet know the depths of sexuality.
Takayuki orders Yasuko to clean Yatsuko’s lower abdomen. Seeing the lewdness of both men and women and the blood of a virgin, Yasuko hesitates slightly as the whip explodes on her ass.
‘Ah…’
Yatsuko, who had squatted down slightly with her legs apart, grunted as her Mistress’s tongue wriggled around her lower body, and as if she couldn’t help it, grabbed her Mistress’s hair and pulled it in hard.
Seeing the perverted behavior of the two women, Takayuki’s manhood symbol began to erect again.
The lotion poured over Yasuko’s back and trickled down to her red, swollen ass.
‘You do like it here, don’t you?’
The shape of the chrysanthemum bud changed, and a humming sound came from Yasuko’s mouth pressed against Yatsuko’s lower abdomen.
‘You have to keep getting it!’
Takayuki yelled as he thrust deeply on one side.
The excited humming of two women and a man overwhelmed another low cry. But that cry continued to surround the villa even after their act was over.
The husband and wife, who were lying on either side of the young girl covered in sweat, heard another intermittent resonating sound.
(I wonder when that crying stops?)
Three days later, couldn’t hear that cry.