The Fruit of Humiliation

Preface:

This is a story that exposes the ugly side of human nature in the Japanese nation. A weak and helpless woman is humiliated by the high power under the capital system, and the whole story is delicate and full of sex scenes. This story has been well received in Japan, with over half a million copies sold, and is sure to trigger the highest senses in all readers.

(i)

It’s going to rain, isn’t it! The window became dark all of a sudden.

It was early summer sunshine just now, and it was still hot and sweaty with the windows open.

A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

Namiyoko’s eyes left the textbook and slowly pulled back her chair and stood up.

She approached the window and looked out at the sky outside. A group of Athletics students were hooting and hollering and lining up for a workout on the campus field.

”Miss Minami, it looks like it’s going to rain, by the time school is over, you might get caught in the rain …… ” Reiko Shimoshima, the second grade homeroom English teacher, told Yoko Minami from behind.

‘Ah, but I’ve only prepared a small part of the class ……’

‘It’s a lot of work, I remember that too, when I first came to my teaching placement, I was in the senior girls’ class.

‘But when I got up to the pulpit, I was red in the face, and I don’t know what I said to the students!’

‘I’ve already given two lectures today …… my hand was shaking with chalk, and although I wanted to be calm, I thought that there were so many eyes staring down at me …….’ Nan Yangzi said.

At that moment a male teacher said, ‘I’ll go first!’ and left the faculty room.

There are three teachers left in the faculty office besides Yoko Minami and English teacher Reiko Shimoshima.

It’s finally raining. The students on the playground ran into the athletic department room next to the gym.

Thick gray clouds covered the sky as the thunder grew louder and closer.

All the other teachers have electric lights on.

‘It’s raining!’ Reiko Shimoshima said as she closed the window. Yoko joined her in closing the window.

The clock on the wall is five thirty. The dismissal time for students is five forty-five.

”Sorry, I’ll go first!” Reiko Shimoshima returned to her seat and began to organize her desktop.

Yoko returned to her seat two tables away from Reiko Shimoshima.

Yoshio Nakura, the gym teacher, stood behind Minami Yoko, tapped her on the shoulder, peered down into her face, and asked:

”How is it? Two days into your internship, are you used to it?’

This gym teacher was about 5’8″ tall, full of strong muscles and a lanky physique.

However, Yoko always felt that she didn’t take a liking to Namekura. He also doubled as a life coach. She only observed him for two bites feeling that the students were afraid of him and hated him.

But Namekura’s hand was still on Minami Yoko’s shoulder. Through Yoko’s blouse, it was obvious to get a sense of being skinny to the bone.

‘Yikes! How can I say it’s good? But after only two days of internship, my legs still shake!” Nan Yangzi said.

”But it looks like the student is interested in Ms. Minami!” Namekura said.

‘Yes?’

Yoko tried to avoid Nakura’s hand on her shoulder, she slowly shifted her body and Nakura’s hand slid onto her back.

”Especially the male students are disturbed when they see a teacher as young as Ms. Nan!”

‘Whoa! Ms. Namekura! I see you have a crush on Ms. Minami too!” Reiko Shimoshima said with a bit of ironic sarcasm.

Namekura’s hand pulled away from Minako’s body.

”Ms. Shimoshima, you’ve just gotten married, and you’re having a good time with your husband, aren’t you? At my age, I’m no longer interested in my wife! It would be nice to have a youthful and lively woman like Ms. Minami.”

Namekura shook Yoko’s shoulder once more and headed off to a corner of the faculty room. He picked up a microphone and informed the students who remained on campus that it was almost time for school to end.

‘It’s a nasty thing. Nan Xiao Wa, to that group of students you’d better be careful ah! They’re going to cause trouble soon!”

‘Ah……’ Yoko swept a slanted glance at Namekura. He had come next to Ms. Minami’s seat and started smoking.

The rain was getting more and more intense, the rain swept against the glass windows, and inside the faculty room, the sound of bla bla bla bla could be heard as well.

(ii)

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the air in the faculty room shook with a pale flash as the campus opened up.

”It’s raining heavily, everyone, I’m leaving first!” Reiko Shimoshima trotted out of the faculty room.

Yoko was still ambling around preparing for class. She began to prepare for the class she would be teaching tomorrow.

Mr. Kagawa Yosuke, who had instructed Yoko for two weeks, went to the school’s education committee as soon as class was over. He instructed Yoko to organize and summarize her thoughts on the day’s teaching and put them on his desk.

Yoko suddenly remembered Masahiko Otsu. A heat shot through her chest and Otsu’s face came to mind.

I won’t be able to see Yoko for two weeks – three nights ago, Otsu mumbled as he wrapped his arms tightly around Yoko’s body. He also bit Yoko’s ear, sucking and sucking.

Her breasts felt swollen under her blouse and her nipples began to tingle. Her legs were crossed and clenched under the table. The roots of her thick legs felt numb and paralyzed.

Kanji Watanabe, the janitor, came in. He was almost seventy, a man with gray hair.

”Ms. Nan, the principal wants you to go for a moment.”

‘Is it calling me?’

‘Yes! Mr. Councilor is with us.’

Yoko closed the textbook as Otsu’s face disappeared from her mind.

Yoko left the faculty room and headed for the principal’s office. She brushed past three students in school uniforms, and three boys with their collar buttons undone, who were much taller than Yoko, who was five or six meters tall. They stood there, staring intently at Yoko’s back.

Yoko clearly felt the sight of the three male students as if they were going to shoot through her back. It was like a thorn in her back, and her whole body shivered with cold.

As Mr. Namekura had said, these students were indeed interested in themselves, especially these male students, casting naked instinctively revealing glances at their bodies.

Said she was in charge of the second year second class as well as the other classes she had attended, plus the three male students on her heels, all of whom were gazing at her with a horny look on their faces.

It was like she was naked and being played with, and sometimes she literally cowered in fear.

She knocked on the door of the principal’s office. Probably due to the thunder and lightning, there was no response from inside when she heard someone knocking.

Yoko then proceeded to knock hard on the door and said, ‘I’m sorry!’

‘Come in!’ A low voice responded from inside.

Yoko’s body felt tense and her grip on the gate handle became stiff.

At the table in the principal’s room is a tea set for receiving guests. Two men were born facing each other on the combing. This is the principal of Ouchi Issei and the chairman of the board of trustees of Hitsugatakeo.

The two saw Yoko come in and remained seated on the combing looking at Yoko.

‘Did you two call for me?’ Yoko asked.

”Ms. Minami, please come over here!” Principal Ouchi moved his waist and gestured for Yoko to sit next to him.

Principal Ouchi is a slim figure, and at first glance one gets the impression that he is an educator.

Councilor Hisamitsu is the obese figure who funds this school.

‘I’m sorry ……’ Yoko sat down gently beside the principal. Reaching up and tugging at her short black skirt, she overlapped her hands on her looked-at knees, straightened her back, and closed her legs tightly.

‘How’s it going? Classes are starting, right?’ Principal Ouchi asked her as she leaned her back against the combing and stretched out one arm.

Councilor Hisamitsu, who was facing her, spit out a cigarette, stretched his thighs out, and leaned back against the combing.

”Well, let me teach two classes!”

‘How does it feel to stand at the pulpit?’

‘I’m nervous, I don’t know what I’ve been saying.’

”It’s not that bad …… But, soon you’ll get used to it. If you get used to it, the internship will be over!”

‘But, for me, the school has been really helpful in getting me back to my alma mater for my internship.’

‘Don’t they all get to go back to their alma mater in middle school for internships now?’

‘Basically all of them can go back to their home schools, however, there is a significant number of people who do not go back to their home schools for internships.’

”Maybe you’re right ……” interjected Councilor Hisamitsu, who had been staring at Yoko’s face.

”In the future, on the one hand, there will be a gradual decrease in the number of students, but on the contrary, there will be an increase in the number of teachers, in the case of the Alma Mater, so maybe there’s no need for so many teachers! But like Ms. Minami, as a student from this school and an outstanding member ……”

‘Ah, thanks!’

”No, what the principal meant by what he said just now is that after Miss Minami graduates from university, she will definitely want to come back to her alma mater, with young, energetic teachers coming to the school to shoulder the important task of nurturing young people for the Japan of the future!” When Councilor Hisamitsu said those words, his eyes took in Yoko’s body from head to toe, exactly as if he was admiring her figure. Especially when he shifted his gaze to the lower half of her body, he was persistent and greedy, as if he was about to drool.

‘How? Shall we accompany you to a casual dinner together now?’ Principal Ouchi said as his upper body leaned towards Yoko.

There seemed to be a warm breath of nostrils blowing on Yoko’s neck, and Yoko’s body shrank for a moment.

‘Ah …… but ……’

‘What’s the matter with you?’

‘No, nothing else!’

”That’s just right, the councilor will come along too!”

‘Yeah! Let’s eat together! Didn’t the principal just talk about the new uniforms for our school? When we eat together, we can also listen to young Ms. Minami’s opinion, okay?”

‘Right! Young people have to be more discerning than those of us who are older. It can also be said that more students can be recruited in the future with better looking uniforms.’ The principal said.

”That’s good! Principal, please make a reservation with the restaurant!” Councilor Hisamitsu extinguished the cigarette in his hand into the marble helmet cylinder.

”Ms. Nan, please go and get ready!” The principal commanded. Yoko stood up as if by reflex.

Yoko returned to the faculty room and all the teachers had gone home.

Yoko took out her handbag from within the drawer of the table, and then, picking up her hairbrush, combed through her long, slightly wavy hair.

At that moment a flash of thunder swept by outside with a pizzicato sound, and a loud clap of thunder shook her ears the instant a blank space appeared in front of her.

A small river flows through the center of the town. By early summer there were firefly worms fluttering along the banks of the creek, but it wasn’t time for that yet.

If it’s not raining, it’s so relaxing to open the window and listen to the gurgling water of the creek while sipping a glass of wine.

On the second floor of the restaurant on the bank of this creek, the principal booked the seat furthest to the inside. One could hear the sound of the trio’s zither mixed with the sound of the rain.

At the end of the town there are hot spring baths, Pleasant Street, so you can call entertainers from there to play and sing in the restaurants.

This is a large Japanese room with eight tatami mats, a landscape painting on the wall, and a box in the corner for documents.

Councilor Hisamitsu sat with his back to the walled dragon, and across from him sat Headmaster Ouchi, while Yoko sat between the two of them, seated in a triangular formation.

Yoko’s hometown was at the foot of a mountain only 15 or 16 minutes away from this restaurant. Her father, a former company employee, died three years ago, and she now lives with her brother and sister-in-law and her mother.

Therefore, Yoko was familiar with this restaurant, but she had never patronized it. When she was in high school, she rode her bicycle to school and passed underneath the restaurant.

”Is that so? Ms. Yoko was born in Hitachi Koen, so the teaching internship is also back at her alma mater. However, private schools seem to be doing better than public schools these days! My granddaughter will be entering middle school next year, and both my daughter and her husband are talking about sending her to a private school.” The sixty-something restaurant proprietress said as she poured wine for Hisamitsu and Ouchi.

”Yeah, now ask her to take the test and see, I think it may not be impossible to enroll her …… boss lady! If your granddaughter would like to study at the sister school of Everlight Park, Suimoto Middle School, I can also recommend it for you.” Hisamitsu said arrogantly with a cigarette.

The proprietress immediately pulled out a lighter, probed her upper body, and lit a cigarette for the councilor. The proprietress exhaled a puff of blue smoke.

‘Thanks! I’ll ask you again when the time comes! Then, enjoy your drinks, everyone!” The proprietress exited in a hurry.

‘I say, Ms. Minami, have another drink!’ Hisamitsu grabbed the jug to refill Yoko’s drink, and his eyes, which were fixed on Yoko, seemed to sharpen.

‘No, I’ve had enough to drink!’ Yoko said.

‘Young people nowadays are quite capable of drinking! At reunions, students always seem to drink loudly and loudly. Look at the young people in Tokyo’s Sko, how good they are at drinking! Hey ……’

Yoko’s hands were holding her glass of wine as the chairman of the board of trustees and the principal of her alma mater urged her to drink. In addition, this time, the teaching internship, also get the school’s care, directly responsible for her teaching internship, is the Mandarin teacher Kagawa Yosuke, and ultimately decide whether she is qualified or not or the principal, right?

Thinking about it, she had no choice but to comply despite her inner disgust.

After Hisamitsu had urged her to drink, the principal came right after him.

When drinking with her fellow students or her lover Otsu, Yoko almost always drank beer or whiskey, and it could be said that there was nothing better to drink than sake. So after a few drinks

She was feeling a little tipsy and was starting to get dizzy.

‘After you graduate next year, be sure to come to Standing Optical Gardens ah ……’

‘Well, I’ll be here then.’

‘This is one of the few education cities in the county. Hey, Mr. Principal! I’m counting on you for grading.” The chairman of the board said.

”Okay, Ms. Kagawa told me about Yoko’s grading aspect as well.” The principal said.

(Isn’t this a conspiracy to make me a teacher? In that case, there’s no point in coming to the internship, as long as you state that you want to come to Changguang.)

In fact, Yoko wanted to try herself more seriously to see if she had what it took to be a national language teacher.

Yoko was slightly pissed off. But she just wanted to get a passing grade. Therefore, no matter what comes up, she has no choice but to obey them, she said to herself.

”But, Headmaster, there’s still the matter of the school uniform?” Hisamitsu looked at Principal Ouchi while removing the top of his suit.

The smell of gunpowder radiated between the two men, and Yoko felt it clearly.

”Yeah! Actually, next year our school wants to change the style of the uniform. The boys will be fine with the original uniform, but for the girls, we want to change from gray to blue, or dark blue, with a thick line added to the collar, and the folds of the skirt made a little bigger! I would like to hear Miss Nan’s opinion.’ The principal took out a large bag from the bottom of the desk and untied the knots that tied it.

It was a gray school uniform with two green lines on the collar and a green tie.

Principal Ouchi unfolded the school uniform on his chest for Yoko to see.

This very action of the principal disgusted Yoko. She already had a terrible premonition.

‘This is the uniform of our school now, it always feels too plain & rustic – that’s what the students say’ said the principal.

‘Is it? I don’t really feel that way ……’

”Nowadays, kids regard the appearance of their school uniforms as more important than the content of their lessons ah! Almost all of the high schools in the prefecture have now changed the style and color of their fourth and fifth grade uniforms. So now our school is also looking into it.”

‘Maybe it does have that tendency, but I don’t have the feeling of looking uncomfortable.’ Yoko said.

Hisamitsu toasted, staring daggers at Yoko. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but his nose was flashing red.

”Headmaster, can you let Miss Nan put on her school uniform and show us? If the beautiful Ms. Nan fits well in our school uniform, is there no need to change the uniform in a hurry?” The headmaster said.

‘Huh, me? ……’ Yoko tensed up. A chill ran down her back, and even her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.

It was true that four years ago, Yoko had worn the uniform that Principal Ouchi was now holding in her hand, but what a time it had been!

Yoko is also not that resistant to wearing a school uniform. Yoko’s idea was that a female classmate would look more like a schoolgirl in a school uniform than in a Western-style uniform.

And the men are intentionally posturing. Their desire for her to wear a school uniform shows that they have the perverted interests of middle-aged men.

”Ms. Minami, just do as the councilor says and please try it on!” Principal Ouchi said in a commanding tone, shoving the uniform onto Yoko’s chest.

‘But I ……’

”Ms. Minami, this is for your alma mater!” Hisamitsu said and gulped down another glass of wine. Then his bloodshot eyeballs stared intently at Yoko’s body.

Yoko began to back away, always feeling humiliated that she was being asked to wear her school uniform on such occasions. She said:

‘But in a place like this ……’

”Please go to the room inside and change your clothes!” Principal Ouchi’s words sounded like they were going to pierce Yoko’s eardrums.

Yoko’s whole body was shaking, she was like a lamb captured by a hungry wolf.

(Masahiko, come and help me! I don’t know what to do now!)

Yoko called out in her mind.

(It’s unbearable to be forced to put on a school uniform and stand in front of men’s curious gazes.)

Then she felt shocked and scared.

”Come on, after one internship, Ms. Minami will be a teacher in our school, how can you not seriously think about the school uniform for our school!” Principal Ouchi shouted. He walked over to the chairman of the board of trustees and filled his empty glass with more wine.

”Heh, heh, Headmaster, you don’t have to shout so loudly! Won’t that scare Miss Nan!”

‘However, uniforms are a major issue in our school.’ The principal said.

Yoko stood up. He blossomed, his face began to cramp, and his whole body shook.

(It’s okay not to be a teacher. How nice not to come to teaching practice!)

At the moment Yoko really wanted to escape from this place, she wanted to quickly escape back to her old home.

However, her hands cupped her school uniform while her feet stepped back.

With a wink to each other, the two men pushed the partition door to the room behind Yoko open.

”I’m sorry.” As if to keep their lust from getting the better of them, Yoko slammed the partition door shut again.

Yoko twisted around to look back, and in a split second she ‘Ah?!’ gave a cry of surprise.

It turned out that the room inside, had a quilt as big as a double bed, and bedside lamps placed next to the pillows.

(Masahiko, what can I do?) Help me! I’m glad I’m not a teacher.)

Yoko shouted darkly in her chest. The nerves in her ears were focused on the side of the partition door.

”Ah, Councilor, another toast!”

Yoko could still slightly hear the principal, Ouchi.

Yoko clutched her school uniform to her chest and froze in the room within. The quilt began to purr and swirl, a haze of light swept across her heels, and her knees began to shake, shivering more than a little.

The bulkhead door pushed open and the gate stood with its back to the fluorescent lights, standing with its legs crossed in question:

‘Is the school uniform still on?’

‘Wear it now, right now!’ Yoko slammed the partition door shut again. Then extinguished the bedside lamp.

She wanted to wear her school uniform right over her original blouse. But her idea was impractical. She really regretted not wearing sweats today.

Hiding in a corner of the room, she scrunched her body into a ball and removed her blouse, pulling her school skirt over her head and down. Putting the pleated school skirt on over her own short skirt first, she put the school skirt on properly and then took her own short skirt off.

It’s so cold! It seemed like her whole body was freezing hard, and it was like she heard a prying sound, and her teeth were freezing, so she hurriedly hugged her chest.

‘What’s wrong? Have you changed?’

Yoko heard Ouchi asking.

‘Ah, well, well …… la.’ Yoko’s hand gripped the partition door, feeling her fingers numb and sore.

A bright light, shining in her eyes, she pulled at the partition door like she was going to fall, and it was easy to stand still.

‘Heh ……’ Both men exhaled a hot breath at the same time. A fresh hot air surrounded Yoko.

Yoko was too embarrassed to make a sound. She couldn’t look the man squarely in the eye, she only dared to stare blankly at the ceiling, but she couldn’t focus, she just felt a white film over her eyes.

(Being watched, I’m being watched by two men with lustful eyes!)

The eyes of the two men, staring at Yoko’s body, were like spiders spitting out silk and capturing their prey, playing with their painfully struggling and suffering captives to their heart’s content, and wrapping themselves around their captives’ flesh.

”Hey, come over here!” Principal Ouchi, who stood up, said as he grabbed Yoko’s ankle. He then put his other arm around Yoko’s shoulders as if he wanted to hug her. In a trance, Yoko took a limp step towards the front of the seat.

‘Hey, drink up ……’ Hisamitsu signaled Yoko to pick up her glass. Principal Ouchi poured the wine for her.

Like a spring-loaded doll, Yoko’s whole body shivered and staggered as she drained a glass of wine. When she poured the glass of wine down her throat, it made her retch, wanting to vomit, and she hastily opened her mouth wide to ‘heh, heh ……’ non-stop.

Hisamitsu seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, and his wrists took the opportunity to catch Yoko’s shoulders, pulling hard so that Yoko’s flesh was leaning against his own.

Let her get drunk. Get drunk and let her forget about what happened here, Hisamitsu thought and once again picked up the jug to refill Yoko’s drink.

”Ah, the school uniform suits Ms. Minami’s figure, so far the students of our school may not have worn a school uniform that seems to fit so decently.” Principal Ouchi said. The image of an educator disappeared and became a horny animal.

‘Really! As the principal said, Ms. Minami is very beautiful ……’ The councilor’s hand seemed to be parting her hair as if he was touching it from her hairline to her neck.

‘Is it enough already! Can I take off my school uniform now?” Yoko asked in a weak voice.

‘No, no. I want you to wear it for a little while longer, now that the wine is in full swing and the drinking is at its happiest.’ The principal said.

”But, I want to take off my school uniform ……” Yoko’s upper body thrust up, and Councilor Hisamitsu’s hand, stroked her back.

”In the eyes of the councilor, Ms. Minami is also a good educator, isn’t she!” Principal Ouchi said as he probed his upper body and tended to the front of the councilor. His eyes looked at Hisamitsu. The moment the two men’s eyes met, sharp sparks erupted.

‘Councilor, I’m going to hang up a phone call ……’ Ouchi stood up. Yoko also heard the principal’s strings and knew that this was a poorly written scandalous play.

(iii)

It was a plain fact that Yoko could foresee what the Chairman of the Board of Directors, Hisamitsu, was going to do next by deliberately leaving him at the restaurant with Yoko.

”Principal, don’t leave!” Yoko wanted to call out to the Headmaster, but she didn’t, her eyes showing a wet, flirtatious look.

”Looks like there’s a typhoon …… Hey, Ms. Nan!” The councilor said.

‘No, I’ve had enough to drink, and I’m ready to excuse myself ……’ Yoko said.

‘You don’t have to worry about the rain, I’ll take you home in my car!’

‘Don’t, I really drank too much!’

”Then, you drink with me, just let me drink …… ” The Councilor’s eyes sparkled as he drained his own glass, his wrist still wrapped around Yoko’s neck.

‘Please don’t!’ Yoko instinctively shook her body as she tried to escape the Councilor’s wrists, shaking her upper body.

And still gurgling and pouring wine into his mouth, Councilor Hisamitsu took advantage of the situation to pounce on Yoko’s body as he kissed his way to Yoko’s red lips, injecting the gooey stuff into Yoko’s mouth, and with their bodies wrapped tightly around each other they both collapsed on the side of the wine table.

Yoko swallowed the wine mixed with her sticky saliva, and for a moment her followers went blank, her consciousness blurring.

Her school skirt was lifted up and her plump thighs showed off her panty jacket-clad legs, glistening in the pale light of the fluorescent lamps.

”It’s good that you’re not so scared. Next year you’ll be a teacher at our school. Yes, a school with a beautiful girl as a teacher will be more famous ……’ Hisamitsu said complacently.

The councilor once again made Yoko drink mouth-to-mouth, the sticky liquid sliding down her throat and into her stomach pouch.

The inside of her stiff flesh was immediately hot with excitement. Yoko’s flesh became limp, her wrists stretched out loosely, her school uniform encased breasts, heaving together.

Hisamitsu’s hand combed through the hairs on Yoko’s forehead, the skin between the hairline inciting a man’s lust even more.

Hisamitsu’s lips kissed Yoko’s forehead and licked her forehead with the tip of his tongue.

Yoko closed her eyes and shook her head.

The councilor licked her brow and sucked on her eyelids as he licked Yoko’s eyelids open with the tip of his tongue, directly touching her eyeballs.

‘Ah, ah ……’ Yoko moaned in a thin voice, but its voice was even thinner than earlier, her retina seemed to have dissolved into the person curry-like things, feeling uncomfortable, Yoko’s upper body avoided the councilor’s tongue.

The Councilor’s tongue, then licked at her other eye, licking at the eyelid that her fingers had uncovered.

‘Don’t lick it ……’ Yoko screamed. The hot breath exhaled from the Councilor’s nostrils tickled her hair.

Nose, cheeks, ears, Yoko’s face was licked all over by the councilor’s insistence, sticky saliva running all over her face, and her slender neck felt sticky.

The councilor caressed her breasts through her school uniform, and the bouncy breasts were subjected to sometimes strong and sometimes weak pressure.

Yoko, who had been tickled by the councilor’s tongue, felt the horror of being sexually assaulted by a man at that moment, but her flesh still felt comfortable and caused a gush of pleasure.

The tips of her nipples tingled with an electric-like sensation, and sparks erupted from deep within her lower abdomen.

‘Ah …… well …… don’t do this …… la!’ Yoko screamed breathlessly. With each peck from the councilor, she bent her body and twisted a little.

She lifted her jaw and leaned back, her forehead in a faint frown, her tightly closed eyes vibrating, her half-open mouth spewing out gusts of hot air, her neck bruised and flushed.

Kiki-kiki-Yoko’s fingernails gripped the tatami mat, and the councilor’s tongue, still tenacious, attacked her.

Yoko, who was powerless to resist, got really angry at this point.

Only the sound of the rain outside resounded in her own ears, and her mind and body felt as if it had been washed away by a flood ……

Yoko’s school skirt was lifted up and her pantyhose and panties were ripped off.

The councilor bent Yoko’s plump, tightly closed thighs up and began to fool around.

The lust of this Councilor Hisamitsu, who was used to playing with women, was incited to take a full look at Yoko’s under skirt.

His lustful eyes were fixed on Yoko’s young breasts, the school folds were pulled up to her waist, and the lower half of her body became exposed.

Although Yoko resisted, the college girl began to get drunk. The psychology of being sexually violated and abused was also beginning to stir. Her immature flesh, stepping into the adult world for the first time, seemed to be hesitant.

Councilor Hisamitsu’s fat and oily face showed a horrible, treacherous smile as he looked at Yoko’s crooked, pained expression, with a lustful gleam within his eyes.

His bony, thick hands caressed Yoko’s lower abdomen.

‘Ah, ah ……’ Yoko slid her body upwards again as her words were lost in the play.

Yoko bulged out that flat lower abdomen. From any angle, it seemed as if her stomach was sticking up high.

The fragrant grass under Yoko’s hill bubbled with young spring water.

Along the intervening valleys grew an oval-shaped patch of aromatic grasses, the ends of which were tangled up with each other and with moist drops of dew.

”A young woman’s aromatic zone seems so beautiful! A body as beautiful as Ms. Yoko’s contains the essence that brings back a man’s youth.” Councilor Hisamitsu didn’t call her by her name, but called her by the beautiful name ‘Yoko’. He was confident that he could hold Yoko in the palm of his hand.

Hisamitsu ran his fingers between Yoko’s legs, while his other hand removed her school uniform and fondled her ample breasts, while the tips of his fingers played with her pink nipples.

Yoko’s body flopped and rolled together like a white larva dug out of the dirt.

‘No, too exciting, no! You have to let me calm down! I’m …… drunk, you’re getting me drunk with alcohol that doesn’t suit me ……’ Yoko shouted in a broken voice.

When Hisamitsu’s finger touched the cleft between her legs, a tingling sensation was felt between her legs, and in that instant it was like trying to deliberately lure a man’s finger, and the entrance to the garden of the arboretum immediately contracted.

Deep in the cleft of Yoko’s lower abdomen, she felt the muscles twitching and spewing something hot, clear nectar sticking to the governor’s finger and pulling out a young thread of mucus.

”Ah, uhh …… please, don’t do this …… stop!” Yoko’s words disappeared into the sound of the rain.

Hisamitsu’s fingertips parted Yoko’s canyon from side to side, unearthing the stamens deep within the flesh like peeling pods.

The nub that peeked out from the center of the ringed slit was a pale reddish hue. It shivered pitifully as if haunted by a demon.

The councilor’s fingertips stroked the protruding nub. Yoko’s flesh suddenly jumped up as if it were fitted with springs, and her breasts felt inflamed, her pink nipples standing up with stimulation.

‘The shoots are fresh. Those older women don’t react much to being touched by men. And Ms. Yoko’s whole body trembles at the slightest touch, look, here you are ……’ Hisamitsu gently flicked the bud, and Yoko’s body threw back considerably.

”Mmm…… mmm……” Yoko happened to cry like a dove chirping. From the depths of her throat, constantly exhaling hot air, nectar squeezed out from the depths of her fragrant grass and flowed down between her legs ……

Hisui lowered his face and licked the sweet spring that flowed from his slit, his fingers rubbing and stimulating the stamen.

”It’s the most beautiful savory flavor, women of these kinds of ages are the best time to eat. Older women, on the other hand, have a strong cheesy flavor,Well ……’ the councilor’s tongue, licking fiercely along the slit of the flesh, at this time, Yoko also accelerated to bend up her body.

The Councilor spread Yoko’s thighs wide apart and peeked at the fleshy petal, which was tingling slightly.

The thick tongue of the councilor, pushed into the slit and sucked and sucked, making squeaking noises.

Yoko was really worried that even her insides were being sucked out by him, she felt as if her lower abdomen was being melted and she herself felt her love juices overflowing ……

She suddenly felt like she might just die like this! It would be nice to die. Instead of being toyed with by men, she might be happy to die!

Her consciousness blurred. She felt her whole body burning, a film covering her eyes, and her body lightened as she began to soar.

Hisamitsu’s fingers dug into the sweet springs as he tickled the argyle and grazed the fleshy walls deep in the womb now.

Yoko returned from the dream world to the present straight. Now she felt she had ascended to the top of a high mountain.

In time with the movements of the man’s fingers, her breathing began to tense and her breasts felt hard.

When the stamen on the inside of her pubic bone was stroked, she immediately felt the urge to pee.

‘Ah, ah …… pee out la, let me into the restroom …… quickly! The restroom ……’ Yoko screamed, but incoherently.

Yoko’s leaned back, the back of her head was touching her ankles, her whole body was like an arch bridge, her hands were braced on the tatami mat clawing about as she balanced herself while still cooing like a pigeon ‘uh, uh ……’.

The councilor changed the motion of his fingers, as if in piston motion, his fingers moving in and out of the slit, kneading the pink flesh while the stamen lurched in and out of view.

‘Well, well, well …… ‘ Yoko was getting more and more pissed. She gritted her teeth and endured. Her thighs spasmed and stiffened like iron bars.

”Ah, the dew is overflowing ……” The councilor pressed tightly on Yoko’s pubic mound and inserted his fingers into the innermost part of her lower abdominal slit.

Hot mucus flowed out of the crack, bubbling up with an unpleasant odor that went straight to Hisamitsu’s nostrils.

Yoko’s foot lashed out and kicked the foot of the sake table, and with a light dang, the jug rolled across the table and ended up rolling down to Hisamitsu’s feet.

The room was filled with the stench of alcohol, and when the spilled wine wet the Councilor’s socks, he began to unbuckle his own belt, taking advantage of the situation to pull down his pants.

Hisamitsu struck a transgressive pose, sticking out his lower half that had accumulated fat.

The Councilor had reached the point of arousal between his legs, a dense, hard patch of pubic hair, and the horny, unwritten thing was sticking up at a right angle.

Hisamitsu tightened his grip on his unwritten object grinding against Yoko’s lower body.

Just then, the phone in the corner of the room rang, and the ringing resounded throughout the room, vibrating the stagnant, warm air.

”Bastard, the call came at this exact moment!” Councilor Hisamitsu gushed out, his fingers digging around in Yoko’s lower abdomen, so as not to let Yoko’s arousal cool down, so he still tickled Yoko’s slit fiercely before reaching down and grabbing the phone again.

Yoko could no longer hear the phone ringing, she had been taken up and down by the councilor into a world of oblivion, and she had shrunk her body into a ball of desire. She tilted her head back, huffing and puffing, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, her eyes rolling white while her pupils disappeared under her eyelids.

The call was from Principal Ouchi.

”It’s almost done! Hey, just listen to her moans of triumph, she’s quite a good woman, and with a little training, she’ll be even better!” After Hisamitsu said that, he pressed the barrel of the phone to Yoko’s mouth.

‘Ah, ah …… well–‘ Yoko shook her head. Her hair, which was permed in a wavy style, was now cloaked.

”Councilor ……” Principal Ouchi huffed backward, his mood swirling even at once as he imagined the Councilor entwined with Yoko.

‘Now it’s time to start having sex, will you listen again?’ The councilor yelled.

”Right sukeki-see you later!” Principal Ouchi said.

‘Yeah, bye!’ Hisamitsu put down the phone heavily. Then, his hand caressed Yoko’s chest.

”Hey Yoko, let’s have as much fun as we want, you don’t have to worry, it’s better if you moan loudly ……”

Hisamitsu knelt between Yoko’s legs and held up the unwritten object, folding Yoko’s flesh up and thrusting it in.

‘Ah ……’ Yoko exclaimed in a long drawn out voice, her whole body shaking with excitement as her hot blood rushed through her body for a moment.

While being deeply penetrated by the councilor, Yoko had some kind of pressing sensation and her consciousness blurred ……

Hisamitsu scrutinized the expression on Yoko’s face as his waist pushed up and down fiercely. He was already flushed with excitement, and for a moment his eyebrows danced as he kept his mouth tightly shut and held his breath.

As his unwritten thing jolted inside the woman, just for a moment, he stopped moving as well, his upper body collapsing on top of Yoko’s.

Yoko wrapped her arms tightly around the Councilor’s upper body. As her arms, which were wrapped around the man’s back, grabbed the man’s shirt, Councilor Hisamitsu, who had reached a boiling point of lust, fired inside Yoko.

(iv)

Yoko’s hand shook a little as she squeezed the chalk.

The sight of the students stabbed her back with morbidity, especially the eyes of the male students, like hungry beasts, all looking at her greedily, all wanting to lick her as if she had a bite.

She wore only a matching bra underneath her blouse, which still left a shadow over her breasts, hidden from view.

Yoko thought how nice it would be to wear another shirt underneath her blouse. She regretted it a little.

It was the fifth class, and after some torrential downpour last night, which had brought an unbelievably nice day, her lower half was as depressed as if she’d swallowed a lead weight.

In the morning she felt hot and bloated. What exactly she had said from the pulpit, even she didn’t know anymore.

Last night, she was toyed with and violated by Councilor Takeo Hisamitsu at the restaurant. By the time the principal, Kazunari Ouchi, who had deliberately avoided the table, returned to the restaurant, Yoko was still in a trance-like state.

She hurried into the adjoining room in order to escape the two men, stripped off her school uniform and replaced it with her own skirt, which was sticky with the dirt that the councilor had let out.

Yoko was wearing panties, but a lot of Hisamitsu’s ejaculate was oozing out from between her legs. As she folded a tissue and prepared to wipe her lower body, the restaurant proprietress came to call her.

The proprietress led Yoko to the shower, and the proprietress was fully aware of what had just happened. But she kept her mouth shut about it to Yoko.

Yoko thought that such a proprietress was really scary, and she said to Yoko, ‘Please go take a shower!’

Yoko had no choice but to go with her!

The study of school uniforms was really just an excuse for them to possess their flesh.

When the two men told her to wear her school uniform, the reason why she did as she was told and didn’t notice the trap set by the jackals was perhaps in Yoko’s mind that she wanted the other man to give her a little bit more marks for her internship!

Therefore, Yoko didn’t want to offend these two men, and only wanted to leave a very good impression on both men.

The result was that she had to drink sake, which she was not allowed to drink at all, and she drank too much of it.

Yoko drenched herself in a hot bath as she scrubbed the soap from her head to her feet and rubbed a towel desperately over her body, even her skin.

It took a lot of work to clean between her legs in particular, and Yoko couldn’t help but shed tears as she remembered that she had been cheated on by two men.

Yoko had also thought about whether or not to call the police, but if she went to the police, everything about herself would be shattered as well. No, first of all, her own family, even her relatives and friends would become victims, right?

Yoko slipped her fingers into her privates, grinding and rubbing as she tried to thoroughly wash away the filth that Hisamitsu had left inside her.

If she had kept her mouth shut, what was happening now might not have been such a big deal – Yoko thought suddenly. The thought made her understand the mentality of women who had been raped and ended up crying and going to sleep.

But, now my own self is beginning to think of holding back, which is such a horrible event that I have to put it out of my mind.

Yoko cried as she continued to shower.

The proprietress was a little uneasy, and after Yoko had showered for thirty or forty minutes, she probed and peeked at him.

Yoko returned to the room where she had been drinking and was once again persuaded by two people to drink.

It was just a shower, and her drunkenness sobered up quickly. After being humiliated once, Yoko’s body had, perhaps, cultivated some sort of immunity, and she wasn’t as horrified or nervous as she had been earlier.

Instead, Yoko just wanted to get a passing grade for her educational internship.

This time it was Councilor Hisamitsu’s turn to say he was going to take a shower and go out. Yoko knew that the chairman was lying. However, she couldn’t deal with what would happen after Hisamitsu left.

Yoko, drunk, was taken to the next room over, and embraced by Principal Ouchi on top of the futon.

She threw herself into the principal’s arms like a female doll, but in the end she was sobbing. The residue of her violation by the councilor still lingered, causing her to become sexually aroused once again.

As she was penetrated from behind by the principal, she made a sound similar to a wild animal grunting and shook her completely naked flesh.

After making love, she was told to accompany the two men for a drink.

Under the torrential rain, the two bestial men called a cab to take her home, and it was after eleven o’clock at night when they got there.

Yoko was angrier than ever and her tears were dry.

She couldn’t sleep even when she got under the covers, she cursed the two men. When she cursed, her nerves were aroused instead, and the sight of being sexually assaulted by the men made her blood boil and her lust stir again.

(I’ve been raped by you guys anyway, so why don’t you just cut me up into pieces? Wouldn’t it be better if you just chopped me into pieces so that I can’t even use my genitals anymore?)

Yoko unconsciously slipped her hand inside her panties to stimulate her vaginal opening.

Her anger finally exploded.

(It’s better to screw around until you can’t use it anymore! It’s not good enough to have a pleasurable reaction! It’ll bleed if I break it!)

–Yoko murmured vaguely like that while rotating her fingers at the vaginal opening and tickling the depths of the flesh in her lower abdomen.

Her masturbation finally had little to do with being raped, and she felt herself getting hot and horny.

It was almost dawn when she fell asleep, and she indulged in masturbating with her fingers until she was exhausted.

She woke up with her mother waking her up. If her mother does not wake her up, she is bound to be late for school.

Her eyes were bloodshot and her skin was rough and wrinkled and seemed to have sores. As a result, she had to put on some heavy makeup.

As she entered the school, she was mindful of the stares of the people around her, and she felt like she was drifting alone.

Councilor Hisamitsu always arrived at the school in the afternoon, and the principal, Issei Ouchi, although he usually showed up at the faculty office, today, he was hiding in the principal’s office, behind closed doors.

(I’m afraid the principal has realized the crime of insulting the education interns! That’s why he’s hiding in the principal’s office, because he’s ashamed to come to see him.)

Yoko pondered this, she herself didn’t want to see the principal’s face, it was inevitable that she would be enraged if she saw his face.

She suddenly startled and touched her breasts, which calmed the mood down.

Yoko has two classes in the morning and one in the afternoon.

This is the time assigned to her teaching practicum today.

Yoko stood and turned back to the podium as the eyes of the students turned to her in unison.

She couldn’t help but suck in a breath as she tried to clutch her chest, feeling shy and humiliated as if she were standing on the pulpit completely naked.

In the doorway at the back of the classroom, Yosuke Kagawa, Yoko’s guidance counselor, was sitting in a chair listening to the class; Mr. Kagawa was a teacher who had transferred from another school the year Yoko moved up to high school.

As a result, Yoko has also undergone his two-year program.

Mr. Kagawa sat in his chair with his legs crossed, wearing a light brown short-sleeved top. Wearing deeply nearsighted glasses, his tiny eyes behind the lenses kept staring at Yoko as she lectured.

”…… The main points I made just now are summarized as follows.” Yoko put down the chalk in her hand. Four eyes met with Ms. Kagawa. As her eyes looked down at the podium, the dismissal bell rang.

I guess the tension in the classroom was lifted, and there was a clamor that spread to the outdoors.

‘Okay, that’s all for today’s lesson!’ Yoko said.

The class president gives the command and all students stand up and bow to the teacher in unison.

Yoko stepped out into the hallway with her textbook in hand, feeling tired, as if she was carrying a heavy load on her shoulders, her whole body was heavy.

”Teacher, please teach us third graders ah!” Three students approached her and stood in front of her, blocking her way, and Yoko, who was six-foot-five, looked up at the three boys.

A man’s body odor came to his nose.

”Hey, teacher! If you can’t teach us, please eat with us!’

”Unfortunately, I’m in the class for second graders, you’re all about to go to college, I’m not qualified to teach you!”

”In that case, it’s good to chat, we want to hear about all aspects of university life!”

Three male students stood there surrounding Yoko, and each was taller than Yoko, all looking down on her.

There were female students walking by, and one of the three male students reached up and lifted the female student’s skirt.

‘Ughhh! Nasty!’

A round, childish schoolgirl’s face, short, probably a first or second year female student! She glared at the male student and ran away as if she were trotting.

‘You guys are making dirty jokes!’ Yoko said.

”Getting these girls to wow and feel happy! Would you like to try it too, teacher?’

‘Please don’t joke!’ Yoko said and passed by the male student in front of her.

‘Prude!’

‘I’ll play when I have some free time!’ Yoko felt a little horrified. But Yoko still said calmly and raised her hand to them.

Back in the staff office. Once in front of her seat, Yosuke Kagawa, who had returned to the office first, stood beside her.

”As an intern, you’re still quite impressive and powerful, aren’t you? That class of students is starting to take an interest in you today, aren’t they, both terrified and honest!” Kagawa said.

‘As soon as I mounted the podium, my heart kept divining, and to be honest, I couldn’t have been as good as what I was saying!’ Yoko said.

”No, no! Maybe it would be rude of me to say this, but, I know that the Minami-san of the high school era was more honest looking. In comparison to your student days, today you’re completely like a teacher.”

At that moment, the gym teacher, Yoshio Namekura, came in, in his tracksuit makeup, with a strange expression on his face.

‘Is something wrong!’ Kagawa asked him.

‘As usual, every student is drawing body paintings, their minds are empty and they can’t listen to anything, Ms. Nan, I’ve warned you again and again to pay attention to that class of students, these guys’ eyes light up as soon as they see a vibrant female college student ……’ Namekura walked through the two men’s beside them, full of anger, step by step, walked to his seat.

‘Between you and the student, what happened?’ Yoko asked Kagawa in a lowered voice.

”It’s often something, even though you’re always on the lookout for student behavior, in which you’ll also encounter students who resist!” As Kagawa said those words, Yoko’s mind immediately recalled the scene of the three male students who had just surrounded her in the hallway.

(v)

The sixth class has started today. Yoko doesn’t have a class. After the sixth class, she had to go to the second grade class where Yosuke Kagawa was the homeroom teacher to tutor extracurricular review.

She went to the restroom and came back, i.e., she went to the campus to check it out.

‘Ah, ah……’ Yoko yawned. She stretched her arms behind the school building and did deep breathing exercises.

It seems that there are no students on campus for gym class at this time of year. Not a single student could be seen. From the music room drifted a chorus of students singing, riding the small winds that drifted across the campus.

Next to the campus was a row of small rooms belonging to the athletic department, like a row of large houses with several doors.

Yoko stood at one end of the school next to Mizuhaku, looking with both eyes to the practice room of the badminton department when she was a student at this alma mater.

Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. She was about to walk closer to check it out when she heard a subtle noise coming from the very back of the badminton room.

Who could be in there at this time? It’s class time, there can’t be any students in there!

In the innermost part of the badminton room, a reinforced concrete partition wall was built, about five meters long.

Yoko was a little flustered, her heart beating fiercely as she held her breath to hear what was going on.

The conversation was inaudible, but someone was indeed talking inside.

This must be some uninvolved school loiterer sneaking into the badminton room!

The students’ chorus could still be heard, but Yoko’s ears had no intention of listening.

The air around the campus felt like it was frozen solid, and Yoko shivered.

She quietly poked her upper body and peeked inside the badminton room. The fleshy globes inside her bra became stiff at this point.

”Ah?!” Yoko couldn’t help but scream. She hurriedly covered her mouth with her own palm and was about to back away, but it was too late.

It turned out that there were two male students hiding inside, crouching there like they were in a squatting position to take a shit, secretly smoking. As soon as one of the students realized that it was Yoko who had come to spy, he got up like a bull reflex and jumped in front of Yoko. Grabbing her ankles, he dragged her into the badminton room.

‘What do you want? Well ……’ Yoko’s neck was wrapped around and her mouth was covered with a hand. Yoko desperately scratched the two students with her nails, twisting her body to struggle.

”You’re an intern, right …… Quiet ah!” A male student standing in front of him dropped his cigarette at his feet and stomped on it with his leather shoes.

The two male students were both around one meter eight in height. Both had taken off their school uniforms and were only wearing a shirt.

‘Don’t you nag so much!’ The student standing in front of Yoko, slipped his hands inside her blouse and grabbed her breasts. At that very moment, the male student’s gaze was filled with lust.

‘Let go …… Well ……’ Yoko’s heel twisted off one of her shoes as well and she fell to the ground.

‘Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?!!!’ Yoko’s breasts were twisted and pinched by the male student, and her upper body felt a fiery pain.

”Hey, next year, in order to make Yoko, a beautiful woman, stop yelling, make love to her right here!”

‘Wouldn’t it be wrong? Doing that kind of thing ……’

”Anyway, she touched the door herself, so I had to seal her mouth with my body. Besides, I haven’t tasted a woman’s flesh in a long time, and that little brother of mine is crying with anxiety!” The boy who was squeezing Yoko’s breasts said.

Yoko’s mouth was clamped shut, and her neck was tightly wrapped around the male student’s arm. Yoko’s eyes were glazed over, her whole body was weak, and her face, which was originally white, turned red.

The chest of Yoko’s blouse was undone and her bra was pushed up to her neck.

”Takeshi, is this really okay?” A male student named Next Year, who had his arms around Yoko’s neck, asked in a thin voice.

”Are you afraid? When it comes down to it, you’re guilty of the same thing!’ Takeshi sucked on Yoko’s breasts and ran his tongue over the nipples.

‘Aren’t those beautiful breasts? Have you had sex with a man?’ Takeshi rubbed Yoko’s other nipple fiercely. Yoko’s nipple felt a dull ache every time he scratched it violently.

”Yeah, in that case, I’ll have sex with her too!” Next year relaxed her wrist around Yoko’s neck, and Yoko’s knees suddenly buckled, at which point her other high heel came off and she fell.

‘I tried to drag her into the badminton department’s cubicle, but, the door was locked, asshole! Hey, next year, why don’t you spread out the sports mats that are open here, and let her lie down on them.’

Next year, following Takeshi’s orders, he spread out the gymnastic mats with the cotton wool exposed. The mat was still wet from last night’s rain.

‘It’s bad when your clothes get stained, so take off your clothes!’ Takeshi said.

‘Please, let go of me, if someone else sees you, your mistake will be irreparable.’ Yoko said.

”Bugger, it’s you, the teacher, who came to seduce us first, of course, we students also want women, you should know that we would be sexually distressed, right, solving sexual anxiety for us students is also a teacher’s job!”

‘Outrageous ……’ Yoko resisted.

‘You’ll be even more ashamed than we are if you yell and get caught in the act!’ Takeshi said.

Yoko was stripped naked by two male students. Perhaps it was due to the cold and cloudy weather with no sunlight, Yoko was chilled.

Yoko’s clothes were crumpled up in a ball and laid out under the wall of the badminton room.

Yoko’s shoulders were pressed down and she was lying down in a wide berth on the gymnastics mat. Her back was pressed against the gymnastics mat and her body was sinking.

A vicious chill struck her heart, and she was so frightened that she lost her color and shivered pale all over.

Takeshi tore off the zipper of his pants and grabbed out the erect rod. Although his prick was hard, his experience with women was still superficial, and he was still a milquetoast brat who couldn’t even flirt before trying to get on the horse right away.

”Next year, let me come first!” Takeshi’s eyebrows raised, his lips tightly closed, desperately enduring the urge to cum, spreading Yoko’s thighs apart, he wanted to thrust in for an immediate rush.

‘Well ……’ a sharp pain hit Yoko’s flesh. Yoko desperately pushed Takeshi’s shoulders away from her. Perhaps her vagina had worn out from an intense sexual encounter last night, Yoko was in extreme pain.

Takeshi rocked his hips. He didn’t feel anything when his rod was inserted, the same as with self-masturbation, just a linear jerking of his hips.

Next year, he also took off his pants, crossed his legs, held his erect rod, and leaned back.

‘Mmm…… mmm…… mmm…… mmm…… mmm……’ Yoko cocked her face, all she could feel was a burning heat in her lower body with no pleasure to speak of.

A woman’s flesh is meant to be quite a foreplay caress. This foreplay caressing is what causes a woman to become sexually aroused and her lower body to be lubricated.

And Takeshi’s punching motion was unchanged. When pressed against the uterus, Yoko felt only a tingling, paralyzing pain in her back.

Next year just tilted his head back and masturbated himself with his fingers holding the rod. Yoko’s eyes, blurred, saw his lower half.

‘Mmm……’ Takeshi’s upper body pressed against Yoko’s body, his hands wrapped around Yoko’s neck, and his shoulders pressed against her mouth, causing her to gasp for air.

She felt inside her lower belly, the rod swinging, sticky cum shooting through her.

”I also …… can’t!” Next year also screamed. But he still held his rod, and his semen shot out in what seemed like a parabola, right onto the back of Takeshi’s head, who was straddling Yoko at his feet, and slowly dripped down onto Takeshi’s black hair.

Takeshi got up. The spilled cum slid down Yoko’s slit, contaminating even the gymnastic mat with a sticky mess.

‘Idiot! It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, I’ll cum in a flash!” Takeshi said with bravado. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt from inside his pants, he wiped his rod.

Put your pants back on next year too. Both were still panting nervously.

”Hey, hurry up and put your clothes back on!” Takeshi placed the kneaded clothes on Yoko’s plump breasts.

Yoko got up slowly, her throat catching as she couldn’t speak.

I’m afraid that the expression on my face has changed somehow, if I don’t reapply my makeup soon, maybe the other staff and teachers at the school will think that I’m abnormal! Yoko suddenly remembered these things when Takeshi grabbed Yoko’s panties from her chest and said:

‘Your panties, we’ll keep them for you. If you want to return your panties, you have to have sex with us again. Let’s get in touch later!’

When Takeshi finished, he even held Yoko’s panties to the tip of his nose, sniffing and sniffing.

Once Takeshi and the two students from next year left, Yoko quickly put her clothes back on.

She didn’t have any panties, so she had to just put her hosiery on.

As she zipped up her short skirt, the man’s semen, which had accumulated inside her lower abdomen, flowed out in a slippery stream, onto her silk hosiery, and then down her thighs.

If you don’t go and clean your bottom soon, you might get pregnant!

A wave of terror hit her backbone.

(Ah, Masahiko, what should I do? Help me!)

Yoko called Masahiko Otsu’s name, and the figure of a man with a shrewd face came into her mind.

(vi)

Entering the school building, it was still class time and there was not a single soul in the corridors.

The bodily fluids had slipped down to the knee area. She entered the restroom, and Yoko, who stood in front of the mirror, was shivering with her whole body stuck in the air.

The woman reflected in the mirror was a female figurine that had lost its blood color and had left pulpy stuff around the corners of her mouth.

Yoko rubbed her face with both hands as she wondered at what she was doing now. Something slippery got all over her face, and a strange odor, similar to that of raw chestnuts, pierced her nostrils.

‘Ah …… help ……’ Yoko said to herself again.

Yoko thought darkly, she would go crazy if others found out, she would faint!

She stared at herself in the mirror from between the fingers of her own hands. The image in the mirror similarly covered her face with her hands and stared at herself from between her fingers.

‘Haha …… ummmm ……’ A wave of sadness came over her. She tried to put on a smile as much as she could again, she wanted to laugh from the depths of her heart. Maybe after she laughed out loud herself, she could forget all the nasty things.

The hand she’d taken from left her face, her palm sticky with slippery liquid.

The bell rang. Yoko’s whole body stiffened at once as if by reflex, so she turned off the sink’s hose.

The cacophony of voices in the hallway flowed behind her.

She washed her face and didn’t mind even washing off her makeup and getting her hair wet. The water splashed onto her coat as well.

Yoko heard footsteps, and she pushed open the door to the last toilet compartment. When she looked, she realized that it wasn’t a toilet, but a storeroom with some cleaning tools in it.

A student came into the restroom. But Yoko couldn’t hide in the restroom in time. She didn’t want to see anyone right now, so she hurried into the storeroom with the cleaning utensils and hid behind the door.

As she closed the door, a student stood in front of the door to the toilet compartment, only three compartments away from where Yoko was hiding in the storeroom, and heard a snap, the sound of closing the wooden door to the toilet compartment.

Yoko’s hands clasped to her chest as she held her breath, not daring to make a sound. One after another, female students came in. The sound of closing doors and running water mingled alternately.

The restroom immediately regained its composure again as if the tide had receded.

Yoko looked at her watch, in ten minutes she would be going to the second class of first years to start her review tutoring session. She had to put on a little makeup before then.

She rolled her skirt up to her waist and removed her pantyhose. There still seemed to be precipitating objects, nasty things, between her legs. That male student named Takeshi’s semen, most of it leaked out, I guess… Yoko couldn’t walk out of the restroom.

There was nothing to wipe with. Yoko had to rub her pantyhose into a ball and wipe her pubic mound. With great effort, she tilted her body and slipped her fingers into her slit, focusing her entire attention on her bottom.

Yoko thought it would be nice to bring a convenient basin. At the same time, she wondered if she was a little crazy for thinking about it.

‘Ah hum!’

Yoko heard whoever it was moan inside the toilet compartment, startling her so much that her heart stopped beating for a moment.

‘Ah, ah, good ah …… I’m dying …… dying ……’

The woman’s moans were coming from inside the neighboring toilet compartment. The woman didn’t realize that Yoko was hiding in the storeroom. She thought there was no one there, and she was alone in the toilet cubicle masturbating!

Yoko concentrated on listening carefully to the movement of her next-door neighbor.

‘Ah, ah, go deeper ……’

A rush of warm air flowed over her feet. Even the sound of penetration was audible.

They must be masturbating with plastic dildos. Even schoolgirls masturbate in the restroom!

Yoko seemed to feel the sound of her heart beating, and she herself was afraid of being heard by the female student next door.

At that moment, in front of Yoko’s eyes, an artificial dildo surfaced, which was bought by his lover, Masahiko Otsu, when he was drunk.

Masahiko Otsu always wanted Yoko to use a plastic dildo. When the real dildo is finished, the artificial dildo will not ejaculate. Masahiko Otsu said that he liked to see Yoko’s face full of pleasure when she masturbated with the artificial dildo, and once insisted that she use the artificial dildo.

(Ah, Masahiko-kun! I’d love to be hugged by Masahiko.)

She felt as if she hadn’t been sexually assaulted by a male student before, and was experiencing a surge of heat in her lower abdomen.

‘Ahh …… uhh …… thrust again …… thrust …… ‘ The schoolgirl was also addicted to masturbation, and it seemed that the artificial dildo accelerated its strokes.

Yoko was also erotically excited. Her pubic mound, which was wearing a panty dress, felt tingly and paralyzed.

Yoko couldn’t wait for the neighboring schoolgirl to finish up and leave. Otherwise, Yoko wouldn’t be able to make it to her tutoring session in time. Why don’t we just masturbate when we get home?

Yoko wanted to bang on the wall to warn the female student next door of her presence. Would it be appropriate to do so?

Yoko was about to get angry.

‘Ah, comfortable ah …… die ah …… well ……’ the schoolgirl’s moan came from her nostrils.

The restroom door opened again. The neighboring female student probably noticed that someone had come in. The female student also remained silent.

There was a dull thud and the masturbating schoolgirl went out. The later girl flushed and left as well.

It was then that Yoko breathed a sigh of relief. Her body had only just loosened up and she seemed to be about to plant herself in the storeroom.

Yoko left the storeroom, the bottom of her skirt in a state of total nudity, and a wave of cold air shot up from her toes to the base of her legs.

Yoko threw her pantyhose, which had been crumpled up into a ball, into the toilet tank and pulled the water to flush it away. After pulling the tank once, the pantyhose could not be flushed away, and it was only after pulling the tank a third time that the pantyhose disappeared.

Yoko stood in front of the mirror in the restroom. She saw that she was blushing a little, and that there was a faint swelling mark under her eye. But she still had to go and keep a close eye on her students to review.

She raked her hair and went out into the hallway. Students were walking down the hallway.

Yoko’s flesh was on fire with shame. She had no makeup on. Even more embarrassing was the fact that there was nothing on under the dress.

The students didn’t notice these things about Yoko.

Despite this, Yoko still felt as if she was walking naked and was very shy. Both thighs were stiff, and her kneecaps were shaking and clicking.

A few teachers were taking a break in the faculty room, and Yoko watched their eyes.

Yoko opened the cabinet placed in a corner of the faculty room and looked into the mirror on the door, hastily applying her makeup.

”Alas! Miss Nan! What happened to your pantyhose?’ Reiko Shimoshima stood behind Yoko and whispered into her ear.

‘Ah! Huh?!’ Yoko was speechless for a split second.

Yoko turned back to him, her expression raw and at a loss for words.

‘The socks are torn ……’ Yoko said.

‘Do you have replacement pantyhose?’

‘This ……’

‘It doesn’t matter, if you don’t mind my pantyhose, I have them!’

‘No, that’s too ……’

‘It doesn’t matter! Just use mine! If you don’t wear pantyhose, you’re not comfortable with the eyes of those students, are you?” Reiko Shimoshima said.

From her own drawer, Reiko Shimoshima pulled out brand new pantyhose and quietly handed them to Yoko.

The presence or absence of pantyhose was less important; more importantly, Yoko wanted a pair of panties.

‘I’m really sorry, I’ll return them to you after I buy them.’ Yoko, who received the pantyhose, went into the restroom again.

During the review class, the students’ eyes were on Yoko’s demeanor, making it impossible for Yoko to cope.

In the past, when Yoko wore her shorts to class, she was worried about the students’ line of sight, she was afraid that the line of her panties showing under her short skirt would be seen by the students. However, now that the students could not see the line of her panties, would it be easier for them to recognize that she was not wearing panties? All kinds of uneasiness hit her heart at once.

As her eyes met the student’s, she felt dizzy, as if she was going to fall on the podium, and she hastened to brace herself with her hands on the desk.

Yoko returned to the faculty office, where she had to write a report on the day’s work to give to her homeroom teacher, Yosuke Kagawa.

Since the cum had not been completely wiped away, she felt a hard sensation as her bottom was hard and there seemed to be remnants of dried paste between her legs, and a grinding sound occurred when she moved her legs.

Yoko was sure the panties wouldn’t go unreturned to her. Fear only that a student like Takeshi would still sniff her panties and masturbate?

Or he’d show it off to the other students, saying it was the panty miles worn by Yoko, the trainee teacher!

It’s really scary. As time passed, the horror of reality became more apparent, and my hand shook as I wrote the work report.

Takeshi, the student, did not take the initiative to contact her. Yoko thought it would be better to contact him herself rather than wait passively.

On the third day of her internship at the school, Yoko didn’t even know the names of the two students who had attacked her. Probably didn’t even know what grade they were in.

As for one being called Takeshi and the other Next Year, it was based on what the two students heard when they called each other.

Yoko looked through the roster of students. Checking one by one. After thirty minutes of investigation, she figured out the names of two students.

It turned out to be students from the third class of the third grade. One’s name was Takeshi Kairozawa and the other was Next Year Tanabe. Yoko quickly copied down the addresses and phone numbers of the two students.

I’m afraid these two students have already left the school! They are truant students who would never want to stay for an extracurricular sports program.

Yoko wanted to go to third grade class three to see if the two students were still inside the classroom, but again she didn’t have the courage to go there.

Yoko went back to her house to take a shower, she squatted her body down and inserted the nozzle of the nozzle tube filled with soap and water, into the opening of her vagina, injecting the soap and water directly inside her vagina.

(Bastard! I’ll get back at these boys!)

Yoko cursed angrily as she slipped her fingers deep into the flesh of her lower abdomen and kept scratching.

(vii)

As she dined with her brother, sister-in-law, and mother, the figures of Takeshi Kairozawa and Next Year Tanabe floated through her mind several times.

‘Getting used to school life a little?’ Mother asked her.

‘Well, I’m generally used to it.’ Yoko thought: I wonder how her mother would react if she told her that her daughter had been victimized by a man at school, and that she had been subjected to all these abominations that she couldn’t even imagine.

I’m afraid my mother will faint on the spot! I’m sure she’ll be furious.

Yoko glanced at her mother, shaking with annoyance.

”Once I heard that Yoko is a female college student, male students must be very interested in you!” Sister-in-law said. Her brother, on the other hand, was engrossed in watching the TV program while drinking a beer.

‘Yeah! Kind of a scary feeling!’ Yoko said.

”I was right! High school students are especially tall these days!”

‘But you can’t be a teacher if you mind that!’

”Yeah, yeah! A few days ago there were rumors of student group violence!” The brother and sister-in-law said in a perceptive manner and put down their chopsticks.

‘What is this group violence you speak of?’ Brother asked his sister-in-law as he took a sip of beer.

”I heard people at work talking about it at work today. The incident wasn’t at Toko Kouen High School, where Yoko went for her internship, but at West School, a school with only male students, I think! It was rumored that students from this school dragged two female clerks who were returning home from Toko High into the park and raped them.”

‘How many people were raped?’

”It’s said that there are five of them!”

‘Never heard of such nastiness!’

‘But what a terrible thing! When did this happen?’

‘Just about four or five days ago. But things only became public yesterday!’

‘Was it hidden until then?’

‘No! A woman who was raped committed suicide yesterday. It’s said that after being humiliated, she was so angry that she left a suicide note and jumped to her death.”

‘When you say that, I remember, there was a little news paragraph in today’s paper, I thought it was a suicide due to love!’

‘It’s horrible! It’s all about doing something disgusting!’

Yoko’s brother and sister-in-law, the two of them, you and I, seemed to be talking about something that had happened to someone else.

Yoko thought to herself: I’m in the same situation! I might as well follow the example of the woman who jumped off the building, leave a suicide note and die!

Yoko finished her meal in one gulp and went back to her room.

The six tatami-mat wide room was still furnished as it had been in Yoko’s high school days. A bed, a table, and a bookshelf. On top of the closet sat a cloth-sewn panda that Yoko had cuddled every night in high school.

Yoko picked up the cloth bear sketch and lay down on the bed.

The face of her lover, Masahiko Otsu, came to her eyes.

（Masahiko! I want to see you! Come and hold me tight!)

Yoko’s blood was hot in her chest. She wanted to make a call to Masahiko Otsu. The moment she thought of it, the face of Masahiko Otsu in her mind suddenly morphed into the face of Takeshi Kairaozawa.

No matter what, she had to find Takeshi, and that panty had to be returned by him. The thought of something soaked in her own body odor being handed over to someone else seemed to drive her crazy.

Yoko got out of bed and slammed the bear sketch doll on the table.

Brother and sister-in-law, mother and all, have gone back to their own bedrooms! There was no one in the living room.

Yoko took out the slip of paper on which she had recorded the phone number of Takeshi Kairao Sawa and began to press the number. Her fingers were hard and clumsy, and with each press, her fingers felt pain.

”Yes, it’s Hai Lao Ze’s house!” A woman’s words rang between Yoko’s ears.

‘My last name is Otsu, is Takeshi at home, please?’ Yoko suddenly gave her lover’s last name. She was afraid that if she said her last name Minami, the other person would be on tenterhooks.

”My brother isn’t home!” Apparently the one who answered the phone was Takeshi’s sister. Seems to be a middle school student as well.

‘Not at home?’

‘Yeah!’

‘Did he ever come home from school?’

‘A friend just called and he went out. Should I call my mom to come to the phone?’

‘No, forget it! I’ll contact him again.’

‘Are you a friend of my brother’s?’

‘Yeah ……’

Takeshi’s sister was afraid to tell Takeshi that ‘a girlfriend named Otsu called’. But Takeshi must have been suspicious when he thought that he didn’t have any girlfriends with the last name Otsu around. But he can’t just tell his name – Yoko thought darkly.

‘Who’s calling?’ Takeshi’s sister asked from behind, presumably Takeshi’s mother.

‘It will come back to call ……’ Takeshi’s sister replied.

Yoko immediately put down the phone. Then she tried to call Masahiko Otsu. But what would be the best thing to say when Masahiko came to answer the phone? She felt hot inside.

The phone in the opposing force rang, once, twice, three times, and someone picked up the phone.

Yoko covered the phone receiver with her hand and swept the futon of her sleeping quarters.

‘Are you Otsu?’ Yoko asked in a thin voice.

‘Yeah!’

‘Masahiko ……’

‘Are you Yoko?’

Yoko shed a tear.

‘There’s nothing wrong with you, is there?’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say once I picked up the phone.’

‘What’s wrong with you, Yoko! Your voice has changed!’

‘Well, nothing …… just wanted to call you!’

‘Do you have someone with you?’ Masahiko asked.

‘Nope! Why are you asking me this?’

‘Actually, I miss you Yoko!’

‘Miss me?’

‘Yeah! As soon as I think about it, I get the urge to hug you!’

‘That won’t work! I’m thousands of meters away from you!’ Yoko said.

‘Yoko! Well ……’

‘What’s wrong with you?’ Yoko thought that maybe Masahiko was really masturbating!

‘Well ……’

‘Hey Masahiko …… what are you doing? ……’

‘My little brother says he wants to make out with you ……’ Masahiko said.

Yoko’s mind drifted to the naked body of Masahiko Otsu. It seemed to see him lying in a large zigzag position on the bed, while the rod was firmly erect.

‘No way! You’re crazy, pervert!’ Yoko said. While her lower abdomen began to burn with desire, she felt her vaginal opening contracting in bursts. She, who had been sitting upright, stretched her thighs out askew.

‘Look …… my dick swelled up so thick!’ Masahiko said.

Yoko once again heard the sound of a klaxon tapping from the phone. She finally realized that Masahiko was tapping on the telephone’s microphone with his erect rod.

‘Masahiko! You can’t do this!’ Yoko said.

‘Yoko! You suck on it for me! I want to penetrate your lovely mouth ……’

‘Don’t be whimsical ……’ Yoko’s mouth secreted sticky saliva to the sensation of almost literally holding a rod of flesh.

I want Masahiko-kun to hug me too, she thought secretly! The two hugged and flipped over ……

‘Ah… Yoko, suck my dick ……’ Masahiko Otsu called out. Yoko’s red lips made a blowjob shape as well, opening them roundly. Her eyes were closed, and she was in a mood that seemed to really contain Masahiko’s rod. The roots of her legs were paralyzed for a moment, and the nectar oozing from her lower body left a round of stains on her panties.

‘Masahiko! I can’t help it, I want to do it too!’

‘Hmm! Yoko ……’ Masahiko Otsu called, and Yoko heard it very harshly.

Yoko quietly pressed her hand to the base of her leg. That’s when she wanted to masturbate herself.

Yoko heard the sound of a paper towel being pulled out over the phone. She took a big breath. Her t-shirt covered breasts hardened as well.

‘Finally, it’s shot!’

”I said Masahiko is nasty!”

‘Your teaching placement, how did it go?’

”All of a sudden, you men will become kooky ah! Thinking about what you just did, I have this feeling.’

”Yoko, you’re popular with the students, aren’t you?”

‘I feel very tired, I don’t want to be a teacher anymore!’

‘Did something happen?’

‘Well – not a big deal!’ Yoko thought to herself: if she frankly told everything that had happened in the past two days, just in this instant, her relationship with Masahiko Otsu would be over.

”I won’t be able to meet with you, Yoko, for another ten days! This way, my body just can’t support it!” Masahiko said.

‘You need to stop talking about those nasty things!’ Yoko said.

”I don’t even know what to do, as long as I think of you, Yoko, my little guy instantly stands up!”

‘Well..! Masahiko, if you keep talking foul language, I’m going to hang up! I’ll see you later! You should get some rest!

‘Hello! Yoko ……’ came Masahiko’s chirpy kiss goodbye from the phone, and Yoko curled her round mouth lips and chirped on the phone, sending a kiss to Masahiko.

Yoko returned to Megumi’s sleeping quarters. Her anger towards Takeshi Kairazawa and next year Tanabe has softened slightly.

Instead, the love for Masahiko Otsu gradually surged.

Yoko changed into her pajamas.

As soon as she got into bed, she had sexual urges. Masahiko Otsu missed him, and she missed Masahiko, so she masturbated herself. Yoko could fully understand such feelings in a man.

Yoko, within the covers, quietly lifted the bottom placket of her nightgown and ran her hand to her lower abdomen …….

(viii)

The incident of the Sko night clerk who was raped by a West School student, which became the topic of conversation with Yoko’s brother and sister-in-law last night, was also the topic of discussion at the morning faculty meeting at Tokkyo Park.

A list of several students to watch out for was presented to the school administration among the teachers, with Takeshi Kairaozawa and next year Tanabe among the list.

President Issei Ouchi asked all faculty members to strengthen their leadership.

Takeshi and Next Year were reportedly absent from school yesterday afternoon. The homeroom teacher contacted their families but could not find them.

Classes started, and Yoko had to take practicum classes in the morning in the second class and in the afternoon in the first class.

The panties had to be retrieved from Takeshi Kairaozawa and Next Year Tanabe, but neither had returned to school.

Yoko had to find these two students no matter what. Both were notorious students, and she couldn’t have felt more humiliated.

During her teaching practicum, Yoko Light thought about this insulting incident.

Her shoulders felt as if they were weighed down with lead, and she felt hard and tired. She noticed the lustful glances of the students, which overwhelmed her. Especially those of the male students, like the gaze of a muscle-hungry beast.

Yoko looked at the students and felt that every male student was incited to sexual arousal by her, and it seemed as if that rod was standing up.

Regardless of the situation, the morning teaching practicum was finally completed.

But then, in the afternoon’s practicum class, she got really light-headed. The moment her eyes met the eyes of the students casting their platforms at each other, she felt that they were all thinking about something unusually horrible.

It was so easy to make it to the end of class that her feet were shaking. But no matter how horrible she felt about the situation, she entered the restroom after class to see that she found her panties moistened.

She had the urge to self-masturbate, knowing full well that she wasn’t quite herself anymore, physically or mentally.

She stood with only her legs straddling the toilet, standing with her hips up, her fingers touching her clit, and from inside her slit, sticky bodily fluids oozed out, and she seemed about to moan, her lower abdomen on fire with excitement all of a sudden.

If there was a male student here right now, maybe she’d pounce on him! The thought popped into her head.

Yoko returned to the faculty room. As soon as she sat down in her own chair, it seemed that her entire body sank.

Due to physical and mental exhaustion, perhaps I had a fever, and I felt pain in my joints all over my body.

She had just ambled her face to the table when Reiko Shimoshima came to call her:

‘What’s wrong with you, are you not feeling well?’

‘A little nervous because I’m not used to it, and I seem to be tired.’

”Look at your face all red, do you have a fever!” Reiko Shimoshima touched Yoko’s forehead with her hand.

‘No matter, it’ll be fine soon!’

‘Do you have any more classes?’

”No, today’s class is already over!”

”Then, take a rest in the health room! Relax a little!”

‘Can we do that!’ Yoko asked. She really wanted to lie down too. She felt that if she dragged on like this in the faculty room, she might actually faint.

She left the faculty room and headed for the health room.

She crossed over to the female student in front of her, and a male student behind her closed in on her and bumped into her on purpose.

‘Ah, pardon me! Teacher!’

Yoko was slammed against the wall next to the classroom and stumbled for a moment.

The male student reached around Yoko’s waist and was holding on tight.

This was clearly intentional. The male student also tried to go over her sweater and fondle her breasts.

Yoko instantly felt a chill run down her backbone, and she scrambled to get into her stance.

‘It doesn’t matter!’ The male student’s hand drew away from her armpit.

Yoko knew that the male students were bumping into her on purpose for sexual harassment. She fumed and wanted to punch them, but she still pretended to be calm.

‘Yo…… yo……,’ a jeering sound erupted from behind Yoko. Yoko looked at the male students, her eyes meeting each other, and felt an intractable desire shooting out of these male students’ eyes.

Yoko took the initiative to keep her eyes on the ground floor, and the male student walked ahead of her.

”What a difficult student to deal with …… ” The physical education teacher, Yoshio Namekura, came out of the classroom, dressed in a tracksuit.

‘What’s wrong with you! You don’t look well!’ Yoshio Namekura asked.

‘Maybe a bit of a cold! I’d like to go to the health room and lie down a little.” Yoko said.

Yoshio Namekura’s muscular body stood in front of her, seemingly blocking her path.

Yoshio Namekura had a flat haircut. A brown square face, glaring down at Yoko.

‘You’re tired from your internship class! Do you have any more classes to take?’

‘All finished!’

”Then, it’s fine for you to rest in the study room then, I’ll go say hello for you!”

‘It doesn’t matter, I’ll just lie down a little.’ Yoko brushed past his lanky figure and started walking towards the health room. At that instant, a stench of sweat emanating from the man’s body pierced her nostrils.

There is no staff on duty in the health room.

The school bell began to ring. The noise on campus slowly returned to calm as if the tide was ebbing.

Yoko was sitting on her bed in the health room, and as soon as she saw that medicine cabinet, she started to get dizzy.

She felt the sky spinning, couldn’t wait for the on-call doctor to arrive, and it seemed like the ground was sinking in.

Yoko lay back on the bed as she pulled the thin covers around her feet upwards and grunted, her chest heaving together as she gasped.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt her body float lightly, falling into a bottomless abyss.

She had a dream where there were a couple of male students in her seat in the car, and she was a little hazy and fuzzy for a moment, but they gradually came towards her.

Among these male students are Takeshi Kairaoze and next year Tanabe.

Yoko walked up behind the male student and poked her head into the car, she couldn’t help but exclaim:

‘Ah, ugh!’

Yoko heard her own shriek even in her sleep. She saw that inside the car seat, lay a schoolgirl wearing only a pair of panties, the schoolgirl’s face was a bit blurry and she couldn’t recognize who it really was.

But the panties the schoolgirl was wearing were Yoko’s, and that must have been the one that was snatched by Kairaozawa.

I’m afraid it was Kairouze who made the schoolgirl strip naked before telling her to put on Yoko’s panties!

‘Give it back! That’s my panties, Yoko screamed again. The male students’ eyes shot up at Yoko in unison.

(help–)

Yoko ran away as if she had fled back to school. She ran past between the school building and the gym.

She looked back and the number of students coming after her had increased.

Yoko tripped over something at her feet and she planted herself on the spot, gasping for air for a moment.

(Must flee, quickly! If you don’t run away ……)

Yoko looked up, only to see the sea elders Takeshi Sawa and Next Year Tanabe standing in front of her, blocking her escape and grinning at her.

She was pressed against her own body by the student coming up behind her.

Yoko couldn’t move. She desperately tried to shake her body, but she was completely speechless.

The students’ hands were all over her body. She saw one student after another sticking out their flaming red tongues, lapping at the saliva that dripped from the corners of their mouths.

All the clothes she was wearing were stripped off by the student, and a wave of cold air rose from her feet.

Her panties were also removed. It was grasped in Hai Lao Ze’s hand, and he held the panties to his nose and sniffed them.

One by one, the students also stuck their heads out and rubbed their noses on their panties, inhaling and sniffing her body odor.

（Give it back to me, give it back to me – don’t be such perverts!)

Yoko screamed in fear, her body jumping, and in an instant, the male student longitudinal shadow was gone from her sight.

It was another nightmare, and she couldn’t tell you how weary she was. She had the feeling of being pressed and forced.

She felt a dull ache in her brain.

Her eyes remained tightly closed and she ran her hand over her chest.

‘Ah! Stop!’ She cried out. In that instant, she felt cold all over and began to shiver katydidly.

‘Quiet ……’ a very small sound that vibrated Yoko’s eardrums and her whole body felt like it was electrocuted.

Yoko was dumbfounded when she heard that.

(ix)

The person who told her to be quiet was none other than the physical education instructor, Yoshio Namekura. His face was crouched on Yoko’s chest, and he raised his face slightly to gaze at Yoko with squinted eyes.

Yoshio Namekura, who slipped into the health room while Yoko was asleep, seemed to be high on lust. He unzipped Yoko’s button-down woolen sweater, leaving her breasts bare, and his face holes crouched over Yoko’s breasts.

”Teacher, please don’t screw me ……..” As Yoko was able to judge the gym teacher’s intentions, she gradually returned to her normal sanity and finally spoke out.

But she couldn’t shout, if she did, someone would surely come into the health center. If she was really seen, everything would be over. A woman’s instinct made Yoko raise her head again.

‘It’s better if you don’t yell!’ Namekura was still pecking her nipples.

‘Well ……..’ Yoko’s protruding pearl-like pink nipples, for a moment as if electrocuted, had been sucked hard by the man, I think, and were very sensitive.

Yoko lifted her chest, and for a moment, she was shocked as if she had been pushed down into an abyss of horror.

(Panties – Panties are off?!)

Yoko finally realized that her dream of being attacked by Takeshi Kairazawa and next year Tanabe had something to do with being stripped of her underwear by Yoshio Nakura.

”Are you sensitive even when you’re asleep? College girls these days are really sensitive! Completely like a forty year old woman, her lower body is moistening.” Nakura’s hand touched Yoko’s pubic mound. As his fingers dug into the flesh and kept scratching, the muscles of Yoko’s inner thighs twitched with much shivering.

Namekura rolled her skirt up to her waist, her lower half exposed.

Yoko’s snow-white skin was brilliantly illuminated by the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window.

Nakura stood in front of the bed, laying his face at the base of Yoko’s legs and gently pushing Yoko’s underwear up Yoko’s upper body.

Yoko pulled up her underwear and covered her face.

‘Don’t do this ……..’ Yoko was so screwed up that her voice was slurred.

Namekura stuck his tongue out and licked up her fangs.

”It seems that you’re not mature enough yet! However, judging from this color, you’ve already screwed a man. ……..’

Nakura first put the magnifying glass against Yoko’s pubic mound, then slowly lifted the lens to get a closer look.

Sixth period had only started about fifteen bells ago, not enough time to fully toy with Yoko, but enough time to have fun with her.

The staff of the health office went to the hospital the following year because they had to visit students who were admitted to the hospital.

Yoko, however, was completely unaware of this situation. So when Namekura learned that Yoko was going to the health room to lie down for a while, he got a great opportunity.

‘Well …….. Don’t do that ……..’ Yoko desperately shook her lower abdomen when she realized that her opponent was using a magnifying glass to peek at her lower body.

The bed made a creaking, metallic, dull sound that shook the warm room air.

Namekura used his thumb and forefinger to uncover the flesh slit, and from the magnifying glass, he saw a rounded gorge slit like a persimmon kernel.

The chasm is surrounded by curly aronia, and from the chasm gushes a sticky liquid.

The blood-filled, light-red grain of flesh poked its head out of the slit, and Namekura stimulated its tip a few times with his finger.

‘Mmmmmm ……..’ Yoko moaned as she covered her face with her underwear. Her whole body tensed and her lower abdomen twitched.

Nakura peeps into the most shameful parts of a woman, and uncovers them, and then peeks through a magnifying glass when all the inner workings are revealed.

Yoko felt unusually horrible. But with her flesh being so manipulated by the man, she gradually became aroused as well.

Namekura stimulated her clitoris, licking the nectar that flowed from the woman’s body, a paste so thick that it could be pulled into a silk thread ……..

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Yoko heard the dull clank of metal on metal from the bed.

‘You’ve got too much dew, it’s better to suck it up!’ Nakura brought a small pair of medical tongs and held a sterilized cotton ball, rubbing it towards Yoko’s pussy. All those sticky body fluids were sucked into the cotton ball.

Yoko’s face-covered underwear was wet from her own constant hot exhalations.

The skimming tampon made her feel as horrible as the first time she had her period, when she had entered the school health room in fear, blushing with shame and asking the health practitioner for physiological supplies. She feels exactly the same way now as she did when she first stuffed her lower body with tampons.

Yoko suddenly remembered the day she had her first menstrual period. It was the fall of her junior year of elementary school, and she had learned about menstruation, and there were always a few friends around her who had their first period.

When she entered the restroom and saw her panties stained with red spots, she was reminded that she was a grown woman.

Instead of being happy about this, I feel sad and fearful.

The health care teacher used to tell me that if I was not prepared, I should go to the health care center. However, when I was in a real emergency, my legs trembled with anxiety.

At that time, she did not dare to look at the face of the health care teacher. When she lowered her head and was perceived by the teacher, she immediately handed over the physiological products to her.

When she returned home, she told her mother. At dinner that night, Yoko’s bowl was filled with red rice, and her parents were exceptionally happy that Yoko had become an adult. Her brother, on the other hand, almost didn’t quite understand.

The sensation of Nakura now stuffing skimmed cotton into her lower body was similar to the sensation of using her own physiological products at that time.

”Ah ……..” Yoko moaned with her mouth half-open, and since she was covering her face with her underwear, the hot and sweaty air she exhaled made her face sticky.

Namekura also wiped the oily sweat from his face. A violent teacher saw the fearful expressions of his students, and the hot blood in himself that added abuse to others began to stir.

Now he faced Yoko’s flesh, igniting the flames of his own evil desire, reveling in the excitement of playing with a woman.

It was a teacher of sorts. He looked at his watch a few times and realized it was time for class to end.

With a small medical clamp, he held the female’s bud, and Yoko’s lower abdomen stood up high.

‘Lovely little bean. It looks beautiful now, but gradually, after screwing with a man, this bud will fatten up and turn into a black bean, and these flesh-like petals, sucked on by a man, will become as thick as a tongue!’

After Nakura ran her tongue over it, she stuck the small pliers into the vaginal opening, holding the skimmed cotton and slowly pulling it out.

The skimmed cotton is so wet and slippery due to the internal body fluids absorbed from the woman that if squeezed, it can squeeze out nectar.

Namekura looked at his watch again. He frowned with a strange expression, and the thing inside his sweatpants had long since hardened.

”I’ve let me play with your front slit this time. In comparison, it’s still more like a virgin to be penetrated from behind!” Spittle flew from Nakura’s mouth. He picked up Yoko and made her crouch on the bed.

Namekura once again picked up a new skimmer pad with the pliers, this time stained with antiseptic solution.

Yoko’s ass was shaped like half a volleyball. Namekura rubbed the sterilized vegetable water up and down her anal area.

‘Well ……..’ Yoko still covered her face with her underwear and moaned in pain. Probably the antiseptic solution had seeped into the anus, and Oroboros felt pain.

Yoko was shaking, she had heard about anal sex, but she had never thought about actually having anal sex with a man.

A wave of fear hit her. But then she wanted to experience a taste of it for the first time, anticipation mingling with unease.

Namekura gets on the bed and then presses down on Yoko’s buttocks, kind of like a rape.

‘Oh ……..’ While being penetrated by Namekura, Yoko screamed out in pain as foamy saliva flowed out of her mouth.

For a moment, she seemed to suddenly lose consciousness, and the bell for the end of class brought her to her senses.

Namekura had left her, and she hastily reached for her lower half, even as her panties were removed.

Is this a nightmare? Everything that happened before was a nightmare!

By evening, the bleeding from Yoko’s anus, which had been sodomized by her gym teacher, Yoshio Nakura, had stopped, but continued to ache.

(x)

After Yoko was attacked, she lost sight of Yoshio Namekura, and I’m afraid she’ll never see him again!

Yoko finished writing her report on the day’s work and gave it to her homeroom teacher, Yosuke Kagawa.

Yoko was ready to go home. She left the faculty room, and as the students’ extracurricular time was almost over, five students, dressed in judo costumes, slowly approached her.

Yoko felt the students pressing against her. Giant bodies covered in the stench of men’s bodies closed in on her.

Yoko reflexively made way to the side, waiting sideways for them to walk past her.

”Teacher, are you going on a date after school?” The shortest of the five students asked her jokingly, but he was also five-foot-seven, but compared to the other four boys, he always felt a bit more naïve.

‘Huh? You asked me?’ Yoko said.

Five male students stood in front of Yoko, surrounding her.

”Yes! It’s too early for an internship student to go home!’ Another student interjected.

Yoko felt terrorized by the intimidation. She was worried that these few students, would make mischievous attempts on her.

(If one gets involved with this group, one will be beyond redemption. It’s better to run away quickly.)

‘I don’t have a date!’ Yoko said with solid composure. However, she had realized that she was pale and her whole body was shaking a little.

”Then go have some fun with us! Hee! Hee …….. With five people as opponents, the teacher might get played to death ah!”

The few studies seem childish, but act quite nasty and reveal their true nature.

‘Don’t joke ……..’ Yoko squeezed out of the five men’s heavy circle and trotted as if towards the elevator door.

He reached the door of the principal’s office. As soon as the door opened, a woman who looked like a mother accompanied a female student out of the principal’s office. Both of them were pale, the motherly-looking woman was wearing a kimono, and the schoolgirl shrank and bowed her head at the sight of Yoko.

Following was the principal walking out. Yoko stopped to come and nodded slightly with the principal.

”Then, farewell, please take care of the principal!” The female in kimono nodded deeply to the principal. The female student also hid behind her mother and bent over to the principal.

‘I know! Don’t worry! The most important thing is to recover quickly!” The principal said.

The principal watched mother and daughter out into the hallway, and Yoko watched them go.

‘Mr. Nan …….. Come here for a moment!’ Principal Ouchi said as he turned back and waved to Yoko. He had still called Yoko ‘Ms. Minami’ the day before the big day, probably because of a one-time male/female relationship, but now he referred to her as a teacher.

Yoko followed Ouchi into the principal’s office.

This is a four-square room six or seven meters wide, with a desk and a sofa for receiving guests, etc. Near the wall there is a bookcase with glass doors, inside of which there is a flowerpot for a leafy tree.

Athletics students are lined up for a run as the sun sets over the campus.

‘Have a seat ……..’ Yoko was urged by the principal to sit on the edge of the couch. She tugged at the skirt flap of her short dress and placed both hands on her rounded knees, fearing that the principal would see her under skirt. At that instant, she felt a dull ache in her ass-crack.

”How’s the situation? Seems to be getting used to it a little!’ Principal Ouchi sat down on the sofa combing across from her and pulled a cigarette from his suit pocket, spiking it on his mouth. Eyes rolled upwards, staring at Yoko as the golden lighter lit and puffed out a mouthful of smoke.

”Thanks to the principal’s care!” Yoko said:

”I asked Mr. Kagawa and he said you have the qualities to be a teacher!”

‘Is it true?’

”In my opinion, I’m in agreement with Kagawa-sensei!”

At that moment, the phone rang. Ouchi said sorry to Yoko and got up and walked to the front of the desk.

Yoko looked at Ouchi’s back, her mind skimming over the light of the day before the big day ……..

In that one room of the restaurant, he had played himself into a state of disarray. Being held from behind by him, in that moment, beyond Yoko’s imagination, she was made to gasp like a wild animal with lust.

”Heh, sir, there’s another student to please you …….. I’m so sorry to have to ask you to call!” The principal said on the phone.

Yoko was concentrating on listening, but her eyes were scanning the scene around her.

‘Yeah! Her mother said she would call your clinic tomorrow …….. Doctor ……..’ Principal Ouchi seemed to have noticed that Yoko was listening to him. He held the phone and looked back at Yoko, who, seeing Principal Ouchi’s sharp gaze, hurriedly lowered her head and shifted her own eyes to the small table in front of her.

The principal’s call was for help from the clinic. Yoko recalled the pale face of the schoolgirl just now ……..

Pregnant? That schoolgirl was really pregnant? Yoko was shocked.

Was it her own nervousness? No, she couldn’t think of any other explanation than pregnancy.

‘Nowadays, students will gently agree …….. It’s so bad that we don’t have time …….. Despite all the problems, it’s not a big deal these days ……..’ The principal is still on the phone.

A student who agrees easily? When Yoko thought about it, she associated it with the whole pregnancy thing, so she surmised that the person on the phone with the principal was a doctor, and it had to be an obstetrician/gynecologist.

(Diagnose it again and plan to abort it if it’s confirmed that it’s really pregnant, right?!)

Yoko gasped in agony, and her hands, which were overlapped on her knees, became stiff. The joints creaked with pain.

”Then, I’ll see you the day after tomorrow ……..” Ouchi put down the phone. The cigarette in his hand also rubbed out within the ashtray on his desk. His eyes swept upwards and he let out a big breath with a huff.

”Headmaster, if there’s nothing else, I should go ……..” Yoko said as she sat down.

‘Ah, you’ll sit a little longer before you leave!’ The principal said.

‘But ……..’

Ouchi came around behind Yoko and reached out to squeeze the shoulder of Yoko, who was needing to get up and leave.

(The principal still wants to do that nasty thing and escape no matter what.)

At the thought, she blurted out a question to the principal:

”What did you say was wrong with that student just now?”

‘Ah, did that again.’

Principal Ouchi’s hands went down to caress Yoko’s breasts from the top of her lapel sweater. Yoko grabbed Ouchi’s ankle and tried to push him away. In that instant, Ouchi kissed her neck again and ran his tongue up to the hairline of her neck.

”You have to keep it a secret when you hear it! This is a very undignified thing that happened in your alma mater. That female student is also your junior!’

The principal rubbed Yoko’s breasts, causing her whole body to tense up.

”Headmaster, please stop, don’t do this!” Yoko shook her upper body, her waist slipping from combing to the floor.

‘Won’t fuck your pregnancy ……..’ The principal’s hands stopped moving, but still gripped her breasts and sucked on her ears, spit running from the hairline of her neck down to the base of her neck, making the whole neck sticky.

”Is the one who had sex with the female student a student of this school?”

‘She’s been with so many men, I can’t even tell who’s in charge.’

The principal’s hand was easily pushed away, and Yoko immediately got up and off the couch.

Yoko stood in front of the window and looked at the campus. In addition to the male students, there were female students running in a group, and judging by their clothes, they were probably students from the school’s tennis department.

‘You said she had several men?’ Yoko asked.

‘Not only was she screwing students from our school, but it seems that she was also screwing men from SCOTUS on multiple occasions. She herself couldn’t say exactly who handled it, and it was said that sometimes she wore contraceptives and sometimes it was oral sex ……..’

‘Headmaster you’re like that ……..’ As she was about to turn around and notice the principal’s actions, his hands had reached under her armpits and hugged her tightly from behind.

‘Please, don’t do this, let go of me ……..’ Yoko said. The window was half-open and the glass window was translucent. It was possible to see the two of them in the principal’s room from the campus.

Yoko moved her body towards the wall while the principal unbuttoned her chest.

If Yoko shouted out loud, someone would surely run in, and with that thought in mind, Yoko didn’t dare to make a sound.

”Hey, Mr. Minami …….. You can teach your students the methods that won’t get you pregnant, right?” Yoko was pressed against the wall, and Ouchi’s warm breath blew into Yoko’s ears. Yoko’s breasts were fiercely rubbed by Ouchi, and she stopped her body as if by reflex.

”Ah, ah ……..” Yoko exhaled a hot snort, her nipples felt like they were electrocuted, and the muscles inside her lower abdomen, began to contract and twitch in bursts.

‘Headmaster, let go of me …….. Don’t!’ Yoko whispered. Her forehead suddenly hit the wall and she couldn’t help but see gold stars in front of her eyes.

Ouchi’s lower abdomen was pressed against her body, her skirt caught, and the man’s thing brushed against her plump ass. Yoko pushed herself up to escape, but the wall blocked the way. Ouchi’s entire body weight was on top of her, giving her a crushing feeling.

Ouchi’s hand slipped inside her sweater, and the buttons came off, hitting the wall with a bauda before rolling to the feet of the two men and disappearing behind them.

‘Elastic breasts! Although I can’t reach out and touch a student, there’s no problem touching Ms. Minami, right? You’re already an adult woman!” Ouchi’s hand lifted the chest of her blouse and caressed her breasts from above the bra, the rich elasticity conducted to his fingertips, inciting the man’s lust. The rod of flesh swelled and erected amidst the pants.

Mr. Ouchi is a 50-year-old father of a 23-year-old daughter and a 20-year-old son. His daughter graduated from a university in Osaka and works at a trading company, while his son is attending university in Tokyo.

Ouchi fondled Yoko’s breasts while sticking out his tongue and licking her neck that was glistening with white colorful light. It didn’t feel rough at all, this was a woman’s real skin.

Ouchi suddenly felt as if he was violating his own daughter. Adultery by a close relative was unethical and bestial. But he was already high on lust and blood. He had stepped into a situation where he couldn’t help but violate a woman, and in this moment his blood was so high that he forgot who he was.

Yoko’s breasts were transfigured by the stroking, and the tingling pleasure of her nipples rubbing against her bra was like an electric shock.

‘Ah, ah …….. Mmm!’ Yoko’s moan came from her nostrils. The breathing was also rapid.

Her knees buckled and her whole body was powerless, her whole body laying on Ouchi’s wrists.

Yoko turned her body toward Ouchi. Her body slowly descended, sitting down with both arms outstretched and her back against the wall.

Yoko took off her high heels and rolled up her short skirt. Two plump thighs were displayed in front of Ouchi’s eyes.

Yoko gasped as hard as she could. The breasts that were open on her chest, exposed from within the skin-colored bra, jiggled as her chest rose and fell.

‘Oi! In order not to get pregnant, it’s best to have oral sex! That schoolgirl wouldn’t have suffered like that if she had only sucked a man’s dick, right? ……..” Ouchi stood holding Yoko’s legs and pulled down the zipper of her pants.

(No! Can’t do that! Help! Somebody help me!)

Yoko tried to scream, but couldn’t make a sound.

Yoko shook her head, her dry hair rustling as it brushed against the wall and tangled at the ends. The frayed hairs floated across her chest and landed on top of her dress.

Ouchi pulled the rod out of his pants, the dark purple rod had the slippery state of a sea cucumber.

Yoko’s eyes were closed while her face was twisted to the side, Ouchi’s hands covering both of her cheeks as her head hit the wall with a dull ache.

‘Hey! Try it on! Use your cute lips and suck on them any way you like!” Ouchi suddenly said very gently. Then in order to push his semi engorged rod towards Yoko’s mouth, he pushed out his lower abdomen.

A stench pierced his nose, mixed with the smell of urine, and despite having his eyes closed, it still made Yoko dizzy.

The slippery rod pressed against her lips, and the sensation of warm flesh contact spread around the corners of her mouth.

A cacophony of noise rang through the campus, and Ouchi scanned the clock hanging on the wall.

Extracurricular time was almost over, and as soon as class ended, students would flock to the hallways, and Ouchi was getting anxious.

‘Hurry up and contain it!’ Ouchi pulled over Yoko’s face.

Yoko closed her own lips as Ouchi grazed his rod against Yoko’s nostrils.

‘Ah …….. Principal …….. Mmm!’ The moment Yoko’s mouth opened slightly, Ouchi’s dick was inserted between Yoko’s lips.

‘Hurry up and suck!’ Ouchi tickled Yoko’s hair. The hair that cascaded to the front covered Yoko’s pink face.

Yoko reached down to the base of Ouchi’s leg and began to grip the thrusting, slippery rod.

Ouchi’s hips jerked back and forth as his rod began to pump in and out of Yoko’s mouth.

Yoko’s jaw felt heavy and uncomfortable. Her mouth secreted sticky saliva, her throat was stuffed, and her consciousness was blurred from feeling suffocated.

‘Lick it with your tongue again ……..’ Ouchi shouted. He looked down at Yoko while brushing back her hair that was spread out in front of her.

Ouchi has reached a state of mastery by playing with the woman he used to teach and who is now a trainee teacher. He had lost the rationality of an educator and had become an animal revealing his true nature.

The school’s radio bell rang. Physical education teacher Yoshio Namekura’s shouting and yelling resonated throughout the campus.

”Extracurricular activity time is over, students hurry up and get ready to go home!”

The shouts of the gym teacher reverberated like noise in the small principal’s room.

Yoko gripped Ouchi’s fiercely swollen rod, feeling the pulsing beat in her palm that she couldn’t seem to grasp with either hand.

Yoko licked the red and reddish hemispherical glans. Ouchi looked down at Yoko’s movements with a satisfied smile out of the corner of his eye.

Yoko had also had experience with oral sex. At this point she welled up with a trance-like feeling of containing her lover Masahiko Otsu’s rod. As long as he didn’t ejaculate, she always sucked on that dick for her lover.

If this was Masahiko-kun’s rod, she would do her best to suck this straight cock for him.

Yoko tenaciously licked the tip of Ouchi’s dick, and the rod held in her jade hand became very hard.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor. There were no windows on the side of the principal’s room that leaned into the corridor, so someone passing through the corridor outside the principal’s room would not be able to get a glimpse of what was going on inside the principal’s room.

The footsteps of students running through the hallways were very loud.

‘Hey, take it in again!’ Ouchi grabbed Yoko’s hair, and Yoko’s face tilted upward, her lipstick-faded lips once again pressed against the fiercely swollen rod.

Students were not allowed to enter the principal’s office, but it was unknown whether any faculty members would enter. As a result, Principal Ouchi was also deeply disturbed.

‘Well …….. Heh …….. Heh ……..’

The ping-pong ball-sized glans plunged into Yoko’s mouth, pressing against her tongue and gagging her throat. Yoko turned her head, but behind her was the wall. Her head bumped painfully against the wall and buzzed between her brain.

Ouchi’s loins were doing intense pistoning motions, at which point Yoko was choking on the heck out of it, heh, heh.

She began to vomit, sticky saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, pulling a thread of saliva across her chin.

‘Ah, insert some more! Stick it in some more ……..’

Yoko was tempted to just die, she felt breathless and fuzzy.

Yoko finally lay down. She felt light all over and her eyes went blank.

A strong shock came at her, and she was strongly tempted to vomit, her upper body shivering fiercely, the pulpy liquid in her mouth spreading all the way to the bed of her teeth area, slowly sliding down her throat.

One shot, two shots …….. Ouchi fired intermittently into her mouth. A strange odor rushed into her nostrils.

”That female student’s pregnancy, keep it a secret from the other teachers ah! I’ll give you the highest internship grade as compensation, and I’ll explain to the homeroom teacher, Ms. Kagawa ……..’

When Yoko heard this from the principal, her throat gurgled as she swallowed Ouchi’s ejaculated bodily fluids.

(xi)

Yoko had also contacted Takeshi Ebisawa last night, but he still couldn’t be found.

Yoko was enraged, and she had thought about telling Takeshi’s mother frankly about having her panties taken away.

‘Sexually assaulted by your asshole son, now I’m going to go to the police and tell them everything.’

How would Takeshi’s mother react if the police were called?

Or she will say ‘Please hold off on calling the police, and in any case discuss a solution after meeting with you. Please, it’s my fault as a mother that the child violated you, the responsibility lies with me. He has a future ahead of him and you yourself are meant to be a teacher. Hurting a child’s future is always a bad thing, right-”

When Yoko went to bed, she couldn’t sleep, her ears ringing with these visions.

Or so Takeshi’s mother would say:

‘Yeah! Please go to the police! The cost of this is that you yourself have no future. The woman herself will suffer more than the man! And my boy will surely defend himself by saying that it was the nasty trainee schoolteacher who seduced him and took him by force to the back of the gymnasium, where you yourself yelled that you wanted him to cuddle up to you, and thus my son got aroused. As for the underwear, if he says you threw them away and you say he took them by force, it’s hard to tell the difference between what’s true and what’s not. Do you have any proof? Show it! You can go to the police station, lift up your skirt and say, “Hey, look, I’m naked!” Would you be so stupid? –‘

Yoko clenched her fists and gritted her understanding teeth at the thought.

I’m afraid that if I tell Takeshi’s mother the truth, I’ll end up like this. If that was the case, as his mother had said, his own future would be over!

One must never talk about this incident to the principal of Ouchi, an old slut who had already toyed with himself twice.

In that case, could she go to the Board of Education to complain about her lack of knowledge? But she did not have the courage to do so.

Yoko took her anger out on the principal. Then she blamed the gym teacher.

On her second day as an education intern, she is sexually assaulted by the chairman of the board of trustees and the principal, and on her third day, she is abused by delinquent students Takeshi Umazawa and Next Year Tanabe.

And on the fourth day, hours after being sodomized by the gym teacher, it was again played with by the principal.

She began to curse the man. She pulled the covers over her head and slipped her hand between her legs as she cursed the man loudly.

Had she not been a woman herself, she would not have suffered this humiliation.

She finally relented as well. By this time, the nectar that had seeped into her panties was hot and wet again.

She thought of her lover, Masahiko Otsu. She had an urge to let her lover cuddle her, that was burning from the fire caused by her own masturbation.

She removed her panties and her fingers caressed her slit fiercely. She bent over, hiding under the covers, calling out Masahiko Otsu’s name several times.

It was almost dawn when she fell asleep. She couldn’t remember when she fell asleep; she fell asleep in a blur, midway through her self-masturbation.

She was woken up by her mother to get up, her mother saw that it was time to go to school and Yoko hadn’t come out of her sleeping room yet, she was worried that she had missed her class time, so she probed to see that Yoko was still sleeping.

Today, Yoko had two classes in the morning and two in the afternoon, making a total of four practicum classes.

Yoko’s outfit today was a short top with wide pants. She was trying to escape the gaze of the school’s male staff and students. Therefore, she didn’t let anyone see her skin, and at the very least, she was trying to hide the curvaceous beauty of a woman.

But when she arrived at school, she realized that the wide pants irritated the male students instead. As she entered the campus, the students’ eyes were focused on her lower half.

When she had left her handbag in the faculty room, she stood by the closet and looked in the mirror.

It emphasizes the curves above your hips more than wearing a skirt, and if you tilt your upper body a little, the line of your panties emerges.

She looked at her front, from her lower abdomen to the base of her legs, right at the pubic area where the folds appeared. And it seemed to form a groove in the private part.

The staff’s eyes were also watching her. Especially Yoshio Nakura was paying more attention to her. Although he was silent, he was casting lecherous and dirty glances at Yoko.

During morning assembly and class time, Yoko found the students’ eyes on her, overwhelming her.

Especially when one has to write on the blackboard, the panty lines are bound to come to the surface. As a result, she hardly ever writes on the blackboard and relies on her mouth alone to deliver her lectures.

The more she paid attention to her students’ stares, the more nervous she became.

(Maybe the student wasn’t paying that much attention to herself.) She was determined to dispel any concerns.

At the end of the lecture, she felt heat in her lower abdomen. When she felt the eyes of the male students on her lower body, she reflexively became wet in her lower body as well.

After class, she went into the restroom to see that she was oozing several times more love juice than usual.

She thought about using menstrual products or toilet paper to pad her private parts, but she was worried that doing so would make her bottom stick out even more.

When it was lunchtime, she didn’t want to eat in the school cafeteria. She went to the kiosk, bought bread, sat down in her own seat in the faculty room and nibbled on it.

Perhaps they had all gone to the cafeteria or to their classes to eat, and there were only five or six teachers in the faculty room.

The sliding door in and out of the faculty room was pushed open and a male student entered the room, he was Tanabe next year.

Yoko was taken aback. Her eyes focused on the male student for a moment.

There were no other teachers around Yoko, and Tanabe next year came all the way to where Yoko was sitting, stood beside her, and handed over a folded piece of paper.

‘What is it?’ Yoko asked.

‘Take a look for yourself, I’m sorry!’

Yoko took the paper as if by reflex. Next year, Tanabe was probably afraid of the stares of the other teachers, and after he handed the paper to Yoko, he left the seminar room as if he were running.

Luckily, no teachers paid attention to Tanabe coming in next year. Maybe it was just a disreputable student coming in as a trainee teacher, so no one took it to heart.

The piece of paper was torn from the notebook. Even though Yoko knew there was no one around her, her eyes scanned the area.

The hand squeezing the piece of paper was shaking slightly, and Yoko felt her heart beating so fiercely that she felt breathless.

Words written in black ballpoint pen and curved around jumped into her eyes.

‘To Mr. Nan.

I’m sorry about the other day. Borrowed something from you and would like to return it to you tonight. Please wait behind the gym at 8:00 p.m. and don’t mention it to anyone. If you do, you won’t get it back. Let’s play together!

After reading it, please tear and discard this letter, and Tanabe will confirm whether it is torn or not.”

The letter was unsigned, but it must have been written by Takeshi Kairao Sawa.

Yoko was going to shred the letter herself while Tanabe watched her do it. Yoko scanned the area once more.

The top half of the sliding door to the faculty room is made of transparent glass, behind which you can see the shadow of Tanabe’s face next year.

Tanabe kept his eyes on Yoko through the glass next year, meeting Yoko on all fours. Yoko waved the paper in front of her chest intentionally for him to see.

Anger surged through Yoko’s mind. Not being able to tell anyone about being robbed of her panties really pissed her off.

Tanabe is still watching her next year, and will never leave until he sees her shred the paper. Yoko walked toward the door of the faculty room to show him, and tore the paper, two, four, eight, then sixteen pieces, then folded it in half and tore it in two.

Tanabe disappeared through the door next year, but Yoko was still tearing at the letter. Her hands were shaking with anger and she was saying ‘Bastard, bastard!’ She tore the letter to pieces.

Yoko lied to her mother and left the house saying she was going to meet a friend from her shōnaka days.

It takes her twenty to twenty-five minutes to ride a bicycle from her home to the middle of her internship site, the Sogo Roundup.

It was slightly warm in early summer, and just as it was getting dark, Yoko rode her brother’s and sister-in-law’s bicycle as she sped toward the school.

A small river ran through the center of the market. She followed the stream past the public house that had left her with horrible, abominable memories. On the second night of her internship, in the innermost room of the public house, she was toyed with and violated by the chairman of the board of trustees and the principal of the school.

She stopped her bike and looked up at the second-floor window of the restaurant, where a customer seemed to be going in, and from which a faint light shot out, and the faint sound of a three-stringed zither could be heard.

Maybe tonight, too, the chairman of the board of trustees and the principal were having fun upstairs with the entertainers! She had this hunch.

Three people who looked like company employees passed by beside her.

The sound of the creek running, she could hear it clearly, and there were mothers with their toddlers coming here to bathe in the summer.

(Don’t go to school-) she thought.

(It’s better if you don’t even become a teacher! I’d rather be an employee of a company and become Masahiko Otsu’s wife in two or three years.)

His parents had a brother and sister-in-law to take care of the household, and his mother had someone to take care of her, so he had no problem leaving the town. As the second son, Masahiko Otsu did not have to return to his parents.

She wants to start a family with just the couple and have two lovely children, a boy and a girl, small family or not, it will be a family full of happiness.

Yoko listened to the sound of the creek’s flowing water, and this thought welled up in her mind. The water of the creek shone with street lamps and lights coming from various houses.

Yoko once again mounted the bicycle. For some reason, she felt the bike’s pedals were heavy, and she seemed to have a premonition that something terrible was waiting for her as a chill struck her back.

At last we came to the school gates. The iron lattice gate was closed. On the opposite side of the iron gate was the campus, and in front of it stood the huge black shadow of the school building. Next to the school building was a large miscellaneous yard, which was the school’s gymnasium. Standing in front of the school, you could see its roof.

Fourteen or five meters from the school gate there is a small gate. Surrounding the school playing field is a concrete footpath and extending to the small gate.

Yoko parked her bike next to the small gate and took a deep breath.

T-shirt with a thin woolen sweater, jeans with sneakers outfit, Yoko, who entered through the small door, walked slowly towards the dark part of the school building. The gym was located behind the school. She walked through a passageway in the center of the school that looked like it had been blown clean by the wind, and once she came to the very back of the campus, she stood.

The moment her eyes scanned the gym, she felt an unusual amount of horror.

(Go home, go home, before you run into anyone!)

（What are you talking about? I came here to get my underwear back.)

It seemed as if there was another Yoko in his chest speaking to himself.

Yoko felt her limbs stiffen and her hands shake with nervousness.

He scanned his surroundings, the thick silhouette of the gym emerging from the deep blue darkness.

She pricked up her ears to listen to the silence that seemed to have frozen around her, and the clamor of the day seemed to have never existed.

(They haven’t come yet, have they?)

Yoko stood, without making a sound, at the entrance to the gym. The sliding door to the gym was locked by the janitor, and the inside of the glass window was pitch black.

The place designated for the appointment by Takeshi Ebisawa was just behind the gymnasium where Yoko was standing. Yoko then walked along the wall toward the back.

At the back of the gymnasium, there is a foundation that is fifteen or six meters wide. At the far end of the foundation is a shed that houses the sports equipment used on campus.

When Yoko was a second year student at this school, she had seen a pair of third year boys and girls hiding out cuddling and kissing and making out.

Later on, word spread around the school about the pair of co-eds, but it wasn’t Yoko who ratted them out. There were other people who witnessed the pair of co-eds entwined together at the time.

It got to the point where the schoolgirl took a couple of days off from school for it. At that time, it was widely rumored that the girl was pregnant and had a home abortion.

What became of the pair of male and female students was completely unknown to Yoko.

Yoko turned the corner, and when she passed the wall, she stopped.

She saw a small fire appear all at once in front of the shadow of the hut that housed the miscellaneous items in front of her. The firelight kept moving upward.

It was the light of a smoking fire. Probably the smoker also saw Yoko’s shadow, and the firelight gradually approached Yoko’s side.

”Ah?!” Yoko couldn’t help but shriek. In the darkness, she was scared until she had spasms and cramps, and her whole body was cold.

(xii)

There weren’t two black shadows, like as many as four? Five? Not only Takeshi Kaiserawa and next year Tanabe, but also other partners.

The flames of the cigarette drifted to her feet, and he greeted Yoko in a thin voice, the dark figure already closing in on her. By the sound of his voice, he learned that it was not Takeshi Kairouzawa.

‘Who are you guys?!’

Yoko screamed in anger. She wanted to run away quickly, but she was so scared that her feet were weak and she had to bluff extremely hard.

There were four black shadows. Standing around Yoko, she got a good look at them: standing on either side of her were Takeshi Hai Laozawa and Next Year Tanabe.

”Hai Lao Ze, it’s you?!” Yoko faced one side of Hai Lao Ze, and the four eyes met in the darkness, rubbing out sparks.

I thought you weren’t coming! You kept your appointment, thank you!’ Tanabe’s hands caressed Yoko’s jeans-covered ass.

‘Don’t touch! Stop!’ Yoko turned violently and slapped Tanabe’s cheek, slapping her own palm so hard it was numb and painful.

‘You little woman!’ Tanabe grabbed Yoko’s front.

‘Oi! Tanabe, let go! You can’t hurt the teacher! Show some respect for your teacher! The man who was initially standing in front of Yoko said. Tanabe let go and went to stroke his cheek where he had just been slapped.

”Hai Lao Ze, give it back to me! You said you’d give me back my underwear, that’s why I came!’

”I’ll definitely pay you back if you have a good time with us tonight.”

‘What do these people do?’

‘We’re here to help!’

‘Help?’

‘They’re my brothers!’ Tanabe said, ‘And they’re all graduates of this school ……..’ Elder Hazel added, placing a hand on Yoko’s shoulder.

Yoko grabbed his hand and pulled away.

”Ms. Nan, are you a fourth year university student now? When you were a third year student at this school, my brothers were second years at this school, they know you very well!” Hai Lao Ze shook his body and once again slapped his hand on Yang Dai’s shoulder.

”Yeah! The two of us have been watching you, the senior class sister, for the past two years, and would love to say hello to you, but you’re a good student, and you pretend to be serious, and you look down on us ……..” One of the brothers said.

”Yeah, yeah, I’m an honest student too, and Yamazaki is an honest student too!” The other man said jokingly.

(Yamazaki? There’s a man named Yamazaki in the lower class?)

Yoko instantly and desperately tried to recall, but she still couldn’t remember.

”Hey, don’t say any more unnecessary words, hurry up and tell Mr. Minami to go into the gym!” Yamazaki urged.

A man pushed Yoko on her back while Elder Sawa and Tanabe grabbed her arms.

‘Let go, let go of me …….. Well ……..’ The man behind her hugged her and covered her mouth.

Yoko’s body felt like it was floating in the air as she was picked up by the combined efforts of four men.

The side door to the gym wasn’t locked, so I’m afraid the gang had plotted to open it a long time ago.

Yoko’s body was lowered onto the gymnastic mat. She screamed as she watched one of the male dark figures all stand around her with their thighs crossed:

‘Let me go! Help ……..’ Yoko was about to get up when she was pressed down onto the gymnastics mat again. Her hands and ankles were tied from behind, and all of a sudden she was put on her back.

”Hey, these are your panties, we sniffed the body odor on the panties and have done masturbation several times, now we give them back to you!”

Elder Haze grabbed Yoko’s jaw and made her open her mouth wide, shoving the panties into her mouth.

Yoko’s consciousness was beginning to blur, she hadn’t thought that the bottoms that had been on her body a few days ago would now be in her mouth.

‘Well, cough! Cough ……..’ She was trying to scream while the panties filled a mouth. She tried to push the panties out with her tongue, but her lips were taped shut again.

‘Hey, Tanabe, shine your flashlight!’ Yamazaki said. Tanabe took out a small flashlight and shone it on Yoko’s face.

A pale face that had lost its blood color. Yoko’s eyes widened as she tried to fight off the approaching wheel of light, I think.

‘How to play ah, big brother, play like before?’ Hai Lao Ze asked distractedly. He held Yoko’s chin and kept her tilted upwards.

”No, she became a college student and seems to have honed her sexual skills over time. At that time, she was still small and her hair wasn’t this long. It seems a bit annoying to let her strip properly and get fucked by you two first, but it can’t be helped!”

‘Ready? Yamazaki!’ The man still called out the famous word.

‘Nasty! Didn’t I tell you to cut the crap?” Yamazaki said.

‘Heh, sorry! Sorry! At the end of the day, I wanted to hug her and wash her properly with this foot wash basin!” The other man held the lightweight footwash basin above Yoko, swinging it around.

After the bindings on Yoko’s wrists were untied for a time, her entire body was stripped naked. Then, once again, her hands were tied behind her back.

Perhaps it was the humidity, but the gymnastic mat clung to Yoko’s skin.

Yoko scrunched her naked body into a ball and bent her knees, her whole body stiffening and feeling pain in her joints.

‘The lighting’s okay, the faces can be seen perfectly well, so stand back a little and take cover!’ Yamazaki roared.

The remaining three men then went seven or eight meters away, sat on top of the jump box and started smoking.

Although it was in a dark gymnasium, the second floor lights could still shine into the gymnasium, and once the eyes got used to being down in the dark, they could see what seemed like silhouettes.

‘Heh, heh …….. Well!’

(Help! Masahiko-kun, help!)

Yoko screamed inwardly. If she struggled to move, the thin rope tightened around her wrists, hurting from them to her shoulders.

Yamazaki brushed the hair from Yoko’s forehead back toward her head, then kissed her lips, kissed her forehead, kissed her with a chirping sound.

‘Hee hee! You know what? I’ve heard that women with double eyelids have eyes that can’t withstand stimulation the most, and tearful eyes are especially sensitive!” Yamazaki’s fingers stroked Yoko’s tightly closed eyelids.

Yoko shook her face feeling uncomfortable.

‘Open your eyes. Now, now you’re comfortable!’ Yamazaki pinched Yoko’s nose and she couldn’t wiggle, she felt breathless, gasping for air as her chest heaved and her legs stretched out against the gym mat.

‘Yeah, don’t move! You do realize that the eyes are the most sensitive, right?’ When Yoko’s face stopped swinging, Yamazaki’s finger tips uncovered her eyelids. When Yoko tried to close her eyes, he used both hands to forcefully uncover her eyelids.

Yamazaki’s face was close to Yoko’s eyes, his wet tongue licking her eyeballs.

Yoko only felt heat in the corners of her eyes, not pleasure. It only felt a paralysis.

Yamazaki kissed her eyeballs and took the opportunity to suck hard. Yoko was so sucked that tears came out of her eyes and she cried in a thin voice like a mosquito.

(Will the eyeballs be sucked out?)

Yoko was deeply disturbed. Sticky saliva poured into her eyes, then out down her eyeballs, moistening even her ear holes.

‘Now I’m going to lick the other eye …….. Your brain is hot and huffing now!’

The other eye was forcibly uncovered as well. The tip of Yamazaki’s tongue licked her eyeball in order to mess with it, and her pupil was blinded by the paste, making her unable to see anything.

Yamazaki licked insistently, his eyes so gooey they looked like they were going to dissolve.

With her eyes as the center, it seemed like a swirling stream of heat was spreading, and Yoko felt a little more comfortable instead as her consciousness blurred.

Yamazaki didn’t touch her body, just kept trying to keep licking her eyes.

Yoko felt her body lighten up. It was like going up into space on a cloud, making her drowsy.

‘Let me take one last slow lick!’ Yoko heard Yamazaki speak in a trance.

The terror of being violated caused Yoko’s entire body to stiffen. When this terror reached its limit, there was a poof of fright, as if a tightly bouncing silk thread had pulled off.

The saliva that had been applied into the eye dried up immediately, and the eye section tightened up for a moment, as if it were painful as a pinprick.

‘You’re a little chicken-breasted, but it’s just so much more flexible, mmmm, mmmm! I can’t stand it!’ Yamazaki pressed his face against Yoko’s breasts, licked them with his tongue and then pecked her nipples.

‘Well ……..’ At the center of the nipple, like an electric shock, the hemispherical breast hardened and tensed, its surface engorged with blood.

On the other hand, he also took the nipple between his fingers and rubbed it hard.

Yoko tried desperately to focus her attention elsewhere, but the more she tried to distract herself, the more her nerves focused on Yamazaki’s tongue and fingers instead.

(No, you can’t have pleasure! You can’t have pleasure from this kind of man! I’m being violated by human nature!)

It seemed that the reaction of the flesh had nothing to do with Yoko’s will; still, her whole body twitched and reacted with arousal.

Yamazaki’s face was pressed against the tips of Yoko’s breasts while his fingers tweaked her bottom.

‘Hey, let’s borrow the flashlight!’ Yamazaki called out.

Tanaka next year immediately came over with a flashlight. After he shines the light on Yoko’s face, he hands the torch to Yamazaki.

‘A woman with thick pubic hair is said to have deep feelings, good, good!’

Tanabe stood along and peeked at Yoko’s pussy.

‘Not only is it affectionate, but it’s also colorful ah! It’s good that the pubic hair grows like this! In this way, even the slit is visible!”

‘Is it? This woman’s pubic hair is growing along her slit as if it’s oval in shape ……..’

”When you spread it like this, it looks a lot like a cracked sea urchin, doesn’t it!” Yamazaki spread Yoko’s thighs apart hard, and the pink flesh was revealed.

Yoko immediately clenched her thighs while Tanabe pressed down on her knees, she could no longer move.

‘This soft piece of flesh, if it’s a light tea color, that’s very much like a sea urchin!’ Tanabe inserted his finger into the flesh.

‘…….. Mmm……..’ Yoko’s body threw back and the muscles from her lower body to the base of her thighs contracted. From the inside of the flesh slit, sticky nectar oozed out.

”Big brother, this woman, she wants to do that! She wants to be a teacher. It’s ridiculous.’

‘Can’t you even touch it?’

‘Nasty …….. Go away!’

Tanabe had to back off.

Yamazaki pressed his face to Yoko’s lower abdomen, his tongue slowly licking its way to the slit, licking for all that oozing nectar, and sucking with a squeak.

His fingers crept into the slit as he rubbed the swollen, pink flesh, pressing against the depths of her lower abdominal slit, all the while pressing forcefully on the area that hid the woman’s young buds.

Yoko’s flesh jumped up with a jolt. With a fierce movement of her fingers, Yoko’s body slid up on the gymnastic mat.

An unpleasant odor of men’s bodies rose up at this point.

The men who were sitting on the jumping box got excited when they saw the shadows of Yoko and Yamazaki, and each of them stood up with their legs crossed. Then, without making a sound, they slowly walked over to Yoko’s side.

The stadium was filled with tension. The air stopped flowing and froze.

Push and push and push! Waves of wet, slippery sounds rang out. Although they were normally inaudible sounds, it was just that the museum had returned to silence, and those sounds sounded unusually loud.

”Mmm, mmm, mmm ……..” Yoko’s moan from her nostrils sounded like a scream from the ground of pain.

While Yamazaki pumped his finger back and forth across his slit, his other hand unbuckled his own pants and pulled them down.

The black rod of flesh stood up at an obtuse angle, and Yamazaki held it to himself as he began to jerk and masturbate.

The remaining two men stood behind Yamazaki, watching Yoko with bated breath. Yamazaki didn’t say anything else.

Yoko’s legs were spread from side to side, at which point she bent her knees.

The huge figure pressed down on Yoko’s body, braced his hands on Yoko’s shoulders, and all of a sudden pushed up his lower abdomen.

The erect rod plunged into Yoko’s lower body, splashing lust and moistening the argyle.

Yoko’s naked body was leaning back, her heels close to the back of her head. Viscera seemed to be pressed out, and pain, as if her arms were about to be twisted off, assaulted her shoulders.

‘Well …….. Quite tight …….. What a beauty …….. The little guy was immediately sucked in ……..’

Tanabe picked up the flashlight that had fallen to the floor and shone it on Yoko’s face. The muscles in her face spasmed, rolling her eyes and furrowing her brow. Her half-open mouth revealed a row of white teeth protruding slightly forward, and a hot breath exhaled from her mouth.

The column of light from the flashlight shone on Yoko’s body again, shining through Yamazaki’s flanks, and even the two men’s joined bits.

The other three men eyed Yoko’s bottom like they were squatting to pee, and all three had erections between their legs.

Yamazaki jerked his hips back and forth violently, he was so animalistic that he couldn’t even think about talking.

When Yoko bent her knees and swung her legs into a yamagata shape, Yamazaki ejaculated dirty fluid inside her ……..

Yoko’s whole body was as heavy as if she had swallowed a lead weight. Although her wrists were loosened, she could no longer feel them, they were flaccid and weak.

”Hey, Hai Lao Ze! Tanabe! Help this woman stand up! Use the scrubber to wash her lower body!” Yamazaki snapped.

Yoko’s upper body was lifted up. Was it Ebisawa or Tanabe who was holding her from behind? Yoko herself didn’t know.

Whoever he was, Yoko just wanted to lay down and sleep now.

‘Hey! Stand still! Have you been crippled by Big Brother?” It seemed to be Hai Lao Ze’s voice. She opened her eyes but seemed to have lost her vision. Her whole body was powerless, like a corpse that hadn’t broken yet.

She felt her cheeks swell, and the moment she shook her head violently, it was as if her whole body cramped with fear. But immediately her whole body went slack again.

She was held by the man and had her thighs spread apart. The man filled a foreign iron bucket with water, placed it between Yoko’s legs, and then filled the washer with this water and swung it into her vagina from below.

The portable vaginal cleanser, which reminded Yoko of a giant enema, had a nozzle part made of plastic and a water reservoir part made of rubber.

Once the rubber bag is squeezed, several small nipples on the nozzle spurt out water to rinse the semen out of the vagina.

Yoko felt her hot lower abdomen go cold, as if her body had suddenly sunk into water.

”This dirty liquid is so thick! It’s making my hands so sticky and slippery.’

Along with the water, Yamazaki ejected a dirty liquid that made the washer wet and slippery. It flowed down the man’s hand and into the yokozuna.

Yoko’s lower abdomen was penetrated by the scrubber, and when the cold water shot out, she looked like she was about to fall over.

It took dozens of rinses before the flow stopped being sticky.

Yoko was once again lowered to the gymnastics mat, but she hadn’t recovered her chi yet.

Her breasts were groped and her nipples were sucked. Then there was the cold pubic mound being licked, but it was different from when she was being played with by Yamazaki, which was only for a short time.

A man immediately lunged between her legs, and Yoko felt a slight burning heat in her lower body. But the man gave a ‘hmmm’ and was done with it in a very disheartening way.

Yoko drifted off to sleep, but only for a few brief minutes.

”Hey! Try to help her up ah!’ It was Hai Lao Ze’s voice.

Yoko’s hand moved a bit. It seemed to be gradually regaining its vigor.

She was pushed by her shoulders and her upper body was helped up. She had a blurry view of the lower half of the man in front of her.

The light from the flashlight that shone on her face shone directly into her eyes. In that instant, Yoko jumped in fright, and at the same time, she was peeled off the tape that had been placed over her mouth.

Yoko put on a t-shirt with shorts, she was in a daze and groggy as she put her clothes back on.

The bottom, made sticky by saliva, pulled out of her mouth and she vomited momentarily, her stomach juices overflowing into her mouth as she let out an ‘ah’ and spit them out at the same time.

Her t-shirt was also spit wet and her breasts bulged.

A sour odor stung his nose.

‘Give me back my clothes! Hai Lao Ze!’ Yoko shouted. Yoko’s screams buzzed and echoed in the confined gymnasium.

Tanabe wrapped his arms around her from behind and strangled her neck.

”I’ll kill you if you don’t keep quiet!” The sound of a short sword rang out from the gloom where Yamazaki was.

‘I can’t go home in this makeup …….. Ah!’ Yoko said.

‘Isn’t this appropriate and pretty? Ms. Minami!’ Hai Lao Ze’s hand went inside her shorts and caressed her lower abdomen.

‘Hai Lao Ze, I won’t sue you, stop it!’ Yoko was so nervous that she couldn’t breathe, and her heels were still blank.

”Then, I’ll give you back your clothes if you do the exercise to show me!”

‘Want me to do sports?’ Yoko asked in surprise.

Tanabe’s hold on her loosened. Yoko breathed raggedly, her breasts, slimy with stomach juices, heaving together.

Yamazaki and the other man stepped back at this point, standing back with their thighs crossed and smoking.

‘Just think back to your high school days at your alma mater, doing spins and box jumps on the gymnastics mats for us!’ Tanabe said.

”In the past, I couldn’t do my sports ah! Hey, let me go home!’ Yoko’s thighs felt cold and clammy as she remembered being stared at by several men, each with a lustful gaze that stung her legs.

‘Can you do gymnastics, I haven’t even seen it. Or, if you don’t do gymnastics, make love to me!’ From the top of Yoko’s shorts, Hai Lao Ze stroked her lower body, the tips of his fingers pressing against her center. At that moment, the inside of the shorts was hot, and semen leaked from deep inside the slit.

‘Let go! Don’t touch …….. La!’ Yoko was trying to back away, but Tanabe was standing behind her, and the moment her hips touched between Tanabe’s legs, something slippery leaked out of her lower body again.

The flashlight shone on Yoko’s face, her heel just hazy.

Yoko felt that if she didn’t wash her bottom soon, the consequences would be dire; just now, Yamazaki had ejaculated something that was rinsed, and there was a scrubber available then.

If I were to have sex with a man again now …….. Yamazaki can’t borrow that washing machine, if he is willing to borrow it for a little while, he can just like just now, after finishing, straddle on the foreign iron bucket, can rinse the semen clean. However, Yamazaki’s slippery bodily fluids were mixed in that metal bucket.

‘Hey, if I do it, really give me back my panties!’ Yoko asked.

”We’ve made a deal, there’s nothing more to say, and you mustn’t tell anyone about tonight!”

‘I see!’ Yoko said.

Tanabe’s hand around Yoko’s neck left as well.

Yoko brushed her disheveled hair behind her head.

Yamazaki, with another man, is lighting a second cigarette.

Yoko had to listen to them. She stood at one end of the gymnastic mat and took a deep breath.

Then she scrunched up and started somersaulting before changing direction and tumbling back down. Sticky liquid clung to a large area of her buttocks as they pressed against the gymnastics mat.

She somersaulted two or three times in a row, made another turn, and tumbled back to her original position. Following Yoko’s constant tumbling position, the flashlight’s aura moved along with it.

Her lower abdomen was coated with the paste and a hot stench hit her nose, making her want to vomit again.

When she got up, her chest heaved together and gasped. Her throat was dry and bitter, and she strained to breathe, breathing as hard as she could, huffing and puffing like a leaky ball.

‘Next is the jump box, come over here!’ Elder Haze yelled. Tanabe stepped forward and dragged Yoko by the wrist.

‘No problem jumping a four-story box! Hee hee ……..’

‘I can’t jump that high!’ Yoko said.

Standing on one side of the jump box are Yamazaki and another man. On the other side of the box stood Kairozawa and Tanabe. The four men stood with their thighs apart and looked at Yoko.

‘Women love box jumping! Especially when they fail to jump, it seems like their lower body will squeak, so they ride on the jumping box, slowly grinding their hips, and purposely climb to the front to fall down …….. ” Hai Lao Ze’s strange argument caused to the other three men to giggle and let out dirty laughter.

When Ms. Nan was a student, she was very happy when it came to box jumping! On purpose, she touched the sensitive part of the box on the corner of the box, and then “ah”, it was comfortable, but then she kept screaming, “It hurts! Ouch!” Even tears are coming out! Tanabe also immediately interjected nastily.

Yoko’s whole body shivered in fear at the sight of the jumping boxes stacked high. Anger and trepidation came together. The shorts that had absorbed the man’s dirty fluids clung to her pubic area.

Yoko took a few steps back and prepared to jump. As soon as the halo of the flashlight hit her face, she cocked her face, the corners of her eyes dangling upward as she squinted at the jump box in front of her.

As it turned out, Yoko didn’t jump over it. As several men had said, she rode on the jump box and then tried to slowly slide off. The bodily fluids that flowed from her lower body ran all over the roots of her thighs.

‘No way, still can’t jump over it ……..’ Yoko tried to get off the side of the crate while Tanabe pushed on her waist to stop her from coming down and whispered to her:

‘You grind your bottom and slowly go out the front!’

Yoko’s waist floated in the air, her legs swaying and moving her upper body.

Her lower abdomen didn’t feel hard anymore, and she didn’t mind when the hard fabric of her shorts rubbed against her muscles between her buttocks and groin.

‘Jump again ……..’

Yoko complied and jumped again, still riding the jump box with a pang.

Yoko repeatedly jumped many times, all riding on the jump box and grazing between her legs. There was no pleasure, but the roots of her legs were numb and hot again.

Sliding down and jumping back up again, a jump to ride the crate again, again grinding and moving his body between his legs.

‘Just jump here, that’s enough! No need to jump any further! Hai Lao Ze, let’s go!’

Yamazaki nodded to the other man and left the gym.

”Hey, as promised beforehand, I’m giving them back to you now!” Hai Lao Ze threw the jeans at Yoko.

But Yoko was still trotting, running toward the jump box ……..

(xiii)

The sixth day of the educational internship falls on a Saturday.

The entire school is on campus for a morning assembly. The sky was clear blue without a single cloud.

At the podium of the morning meeting stands Yoshio Nakura, the physical education teacher. On either side of the podium, staff members stand in a horizontal line.

‘Prepare for gymnastics!’

At a command from Yoshio Namekura, the students immediately spread out across the board. Yoko jogged over to the second grade class and stood in front of Yosuke Kagawa’s class.

Radio gymnastics began and the campus was filled with vigor.

But Yoko’s eyes were bloodshot and her mood was somber; she was depressed and melancholy. She was absent-minded, hesitant, and uncertain. Her body movements were also a step slower than those of the student, the teacher.

The expression on her face also lacked life. She was pale, with dark halos under her eyes and bad make-up.

It was after eleven o’clock last night when she returned home in her stride after being toyed with by Repentant Old Zephyr and his cohort of brothers.

Her mother chased after her and asked her what she had been doing. She then told her mother:

”It’s been a long time since I gathered with my friends and went to drink some wine. As a result, it’s very uncomfortable, but it doesn’t matter, you go to sleep first.”

Yoko said and ran into the bathroom.

She drenched her body from head to toe with scalding hot water and scrubbed her body so desperately with a washcloth that she seemed to even rub her skin.

She shed tears of remorse. Why did she have to suffer such humiliation …… had not offended anyone so far, and had not done anything to offend anyone in her memory ……

Is it because she is a woman, a young intern, that she is a plaything for the faculty, staff, and male students?

She had been chirping and muttering to herself in the bathroom, causing her mother to become uneasy and probe into the bathroom.

‘Didn’t I tell you: it doesn’t matter? It’s just that I’m tired from my teaching internship and I’m having a hard time. I’ll be fine if I rest early–”

Yoko yelled and shooed her mother away.

She inserted the nozzle of the bath towel soap solution container into her ravished bottom, filling it directly with soapy water, and reaching in with her fingers to tickle and clean it.

She went back to her sleeping quarters, leaving only a jacket and a pair of jeans. Everything else that had been worn on her body was cut up with scissors.

The bra, T-shirt, two pairs of panties, and a pair of sweatpants were cut off. Her fingers were marked by the use of the scissors: bloodshot and with a tiny scar. Halfway through, she also switched to using a razor to cut her underwear.

She slept through the night. When her mother called her for breakfast, she had absolutely no appetite.

With her brother and sister-in-law and her mother at home, Yoko left the house as if she wanted to run away from them.

On her way to school, she discarded the disgusting scrap of cloth that she had spent the night cutting up. She put it in a bag and dropped it off at a garbage collection point far from her home.

The radio gymnastics were done. The students are once again gathered in front of the podium for the morning assembly.

Yuzo Sugiyama, the head instructor, stood at the podium. He was forty-seven years old, a small man, a little shorter than Yoko Ring. Perhaps because of his age, he was moderately bald.

He began to lecture, ‘What I’m going to talk about is that someone snuck into the gym last night! Someone stole the key from the duty room and snuck into the gym to smoke. If a fire breaks out, the consequences will be very serious. I know in my heart who has entered the gymnasium among those standing here, I’m just not in a position to name them right now. After the dismissal, the keys to the locks are to be given to me, or to the principal’s office. I don’t want to make it public, and I intend to forgive you this time! I just want to be able to return the key without worrying about it!

Yoko’s legs began to shake. The figures of the students shook in front of her eyes and she felt the sky spinning.

”Have you not recovered since the day before yesterday? Still tired?” Reiko Shimoshima, the English teacher standing beside Yoko, asked as she attached her mouth to her ear.

Reiko Shimoshima had just gotten married, perhaps having been hugged by her husband last night, and in contrast to Yoko, was the picture of a glowing expression.

‘Yeah, looks like a bit of a cold.’ Yoko replied.

”You’ll be fine if you go and rest!”

”Can’t take a break ah! Good thing today, I only have one class, so it’s slightly easier!”

‘Yeah? You’ve got one more week of internship, right?’ Reiko said.

That’s when the Dean of Instruction stepped down from the podium.

The students ran into their classrooms and the staff returned to their respective faculty rooms.

Yoko came to her sitting position, her whole body tired. She was finally quite drowsy, and she leaned over to stifle a yawn.

Yoko’s lesson was the second one, and before that, she had to prepare for it, so she flipped through her textbook.

Sitting in the seat next to her is the homeroom teacher, Yosuke Kagawa. He was going to supervise the students’ self-study class because the third grade Mandarin teacher had taken a leave of absence to rest.

That’s when Reiko Shimoshima came to sit in Kagawa’s seat. She also happened to not have any classes in the first period.

”The head instructor mentioned it just now, I think! He said: a student entered the gym last night.” Reiko Natashima said.

‘ah ……’

Yoko’s eyes left the textbook, trying desperately to hide her panicked expression, and while calming herself, she slowly raised her face.

‘It’s like someone saw it with their own eyes.’ Reiko said.

‘Ah, someone saw?!’

(Been seen? You mean I was seen at the gym getting me to do that bizarre and weird stance?!!!)

From Reiko Shimoshima’s mouth, from the tone of Reiko’s voice, Yoko had this illusion:

（”Ms. Nan, what you did last night at the gym was seen.)

‘Who saw it?’ Yoko asked.

‘It’s a matter of fact! Looks like the janitor on duty, Mr. Watanabe, saw it!

‘Duty? Janitor?!’

Yoko realized that her face was starting to cramp, but Yoko couldn’t ignore Reiko’s words.

Reiko Shimoshima pressed her upper body close to Yoko.

‘Yeah! The duty officer is living in the school ah! He had dinner and went out to sell a pack of cigarettes. At that moment, he saw a bicycle parked in front of the school and said that a woman had entered the school through the small iron gate!”

‘What about the one that went into the school?’ Yoko wanted to probe for the truth. Last night she had been so focused on meeting Takeshi Kairaozawa and next year Tanabe that she hadn’t noticed if she had crossed paths with the duty officer at the school entrance ……

‘Is that woman into the school then do not know. When the duty officer came back from buying cigarettes, he saw a woman’s bicycle next to the small door, so he felt suspicious ah ……’

‘Then, that woman might ……’

‘Know where the keys are kept. Only the school staff knows that!’ Reiko said.

‘Yeah! It’s also the first time I’ve heard the Dean of Faculty say that the Duty Officer has a lockpick.’ Yoko said.

‘Right! So, I wonder if students are messing around in the gym, male and female students messing around ……’

‘Is it really that kind of thing?’ Yoko asked, pretending to be calm.

What Reiko Shimoshima had said didn’t point out any specific person who had been in the gym with whom, and Yoko felt up and down her chest with a little relief.

‘And how did the duty officer find out about the missing lock key?’ Yoko asked.

Yoko thought that if the watchman had been paying attention, she might have been able to escape the humiliation of last night.

‘The watchman said that the keys were strung in bunches and he hadn’t realized that the gym key was the only one missing. It wasn’t until this morning when he went around the school and opened the doors to the classrooms that he realized he’d lost the key to the gym!” Reiko said.

‘Yeah! Is it true that no one has come out and admitted to stealing the key?’ Yoko asked.

”Recently, there have been a lot of scandals at school, it’s really troublesome!” Reiko replied.

When Yoko was a high school student here, there was no teacher, Reiko Shimoshima. Reiko was transferred to another school the year after Yoko graduated.

Yoko pondered alone, I’m afraid that Elder Sawa and Tanabe won’t voluntarily admit it next year. It might be all right if they kept silent themselves.

She wanted to go back to the gym later to see what was going on.

”Ms. Minami, it’s good for you to be careful too!” Reiko said.

‘What do you mean by that?’ Yoko asked.

”I see that those male students are looking at you in an unusual way. When I first came to this school, they looked at me like that too, and it made my heart tremble.”

Yoko then thought to herself: perhaps Reiko Shimoshima had suffered that humiliating experience just like herself?

Yoko wanted to open her mouth and ask her, but it was inconvenient to ask someone about such a scandalous matter.

”Yeah, there are also a few students who are showing dirty looks ah! However, I’m an intern, so it seems that they won’t just be infatuated with an intern.”

”But you still play attention!”

”Yeah, thanks for taking care of me!”

After Yoko gave Reiko a gentle nod of thanks, Reiko Shimoshima returned to her seat.

The true nature of Elder Sawa and Tanabe was known to Yoko. But she was not so sure about the other two of the four last night, and only knew that one of the men was her junior, named Yamazaki.

Yoko got up and went to the bookcase, which contained the student rosters from six or seven years ago. The student roster from six or seven years ago seemed to be kept in a different place.

Yoko started by looking through her student roster from when she was in the third grade at school. She was looking for the name in the second grade student roster section.

On a quick look through, she realized that there were five students with the name Yamazaki. One of them must be the Yamazaki who was involved in the sexual assault last night. However, since there was no photo attached to the roster, she couldn’t recognize which Yamazaki it was.

Acting in the shadows again last night, she couldn’t see the face of the man who claimed to be called Yamazaki very clearly, and her mind’s remorse was left with nothing more than a few faint, fuzzy images.

Yoko put the student roster back in its place and walked out of the faculty room and into the washroom.

The mirror reflected the expression on Yoko’s face, slowly coming back to life.

She made her way to the elevator, and all of a sudden, she had the urge to peek into the gym to see what was going on.

Yoko’s legs were shaking. She stepped out of the elevator just in time to run into the Head of Instruction, Yuuzo Sugiyama.

‘Do you have anything to attend to?’ Yuuzo Sugiyama asked.

‘No, I heard that some students got into the gym last night and I wanted to check it out.’ Yoko said.

‘But this is a group of students who can’t be dealt with, who do all those nasty things on the gym mats.’

‘Is it true?’ Yoko asked.

‘Really! It looks like there are still stains on the gymnastic mats! There’s also a washbasin and a foreign iron bucket left behind!” Yuzo Sugiyama leaned in close to Yoko and lowered his voice to whisper in her ear.

After Yoko was raped by Kairozawa’s gang, she was preoccupied with getting home quickly. And it happened in a dark environment, so there was absolutely no image of a washbasin and an iron bucket in her mind.

The instructor’s words left Yoko speechless.

Seeing Yoko scowling, Sugiyama mistook her shyness and snapped her shoulder:

‘It’s a scandalous matter that tarnishes the school’s reputation, and I’m going to instruct you again to keep it a secret!’

With that, Sugiyama entered the school building.

Yoko could no longer go to the gym to watch. She looked at Sugiyama’s back while returning to the faculty room.

As it was a Saturday, the lessons were brought to a close in the morning. A very small number of students were left to participate in interest groups at the school in the afternoon, and the majority of the students went home.

The school’s staff also went off to attend to their own personal matters and have long since left the school.

The faculty room was one floor up and someone was heard playing the piano in the music room. Despite the soundproofing, the piano could still be heard, and it appeared that the windows of the music room were open.

The sound of the foreign piano made Yoko’s heart swell, and she felt that the sound of the piano was washing away her sorrowful heart.

Yoko ascended to the second floor as soon as she stepped out of the faculty room. There was no one at all in the corridor. Only the sound of the piano was drifting.

Yoko stood in the doorway of the music room. She peeked through the glass door into the music room and saw a woman in a light red sweater facing the piano, which turned out to be the music teacher, Makiko Izumi, playing the piano there.

Wanting to enter the music room and slowly listen to her play the piano, Yoko quietly reached out and pulled the door open. Izumi Makiko realized that someone had come in, I think, and the sound of the piano immediately aborted.

Makiko Izumi turned her head. She had short hair, full of youthfulness. A smile appeared on her white, round face, and although she was already the mother of two sons, she seemed to Yoko to be only twenty-one or twenty-two years old, just like herself.

‘I’m sorry to bother you!’ Yoko opened the door, hurriedly apologized, and closed the sliding door again.

”Aiya! It doesn’t matter, come on in!’

‘Well, I’m sorry about that!’ Yoko walked over to Makiko Izumi.

‘Are you slightly used to it?’ Makiko Izumi asked.

Like Reiko Shimoshima, Makiko Izumi joined this school after Yoko graduated. She resigned from her teaching position because she got married and had a child. She returned to the school when she no longer needed to take care of her two children.

‘Thanks to your care …… But, teacher, you play the piano so well!’ Yoko said.

‘As a music teacher, if you can’t play at all ……’

‘Won’t you play it again?’

‘No, I’m afraid of being laughed at by you! Instead of listening to me play the piano, why don’t I let you listen to a record, okay? It’s said to be a record, but in fact, it’s only a cassette now.”

‘Can I hear it?’ Yoko asked.

”It’s not a problem! It’s time to take it easy on a Saturday afternoon. When I’m with my students, I don’t even have time to rest! So I’ll just spend an hour playing the piano and listening to music alone to take a break.”

Makiko Izumi closed the window facing the campus. That way, the sound wouldn’t drift outside.

”Come sit right in the center, you can hear it best here ah!” Izumi Makiko said and stood in front of the bookshelf next to the piano. The bookshelf had audio equipment on it, playing a variety of cassettes.

‘Is it good to listen to Beethoven’s fate?’ Makiko Izumi asked.

‘Ah, it’s great!’ Yoko had heard Beethoven’s symphony in her high school days. It could be said that this was a rare and good opportunity.

The tape was played and Makiko Izumi went to her seat by the window. After a few moments of silence, the music rang in her ears.

Yoko closed her eyes. She remembered the events of last night, but in her chest she felt the dirt washed away.

A loudspeaker was installed on the front wall near the ceiling. Pop tunes drifted out from both sides, immersing Yoko in sweet euphoria.

The sliding door in the back pushed open. Kanji Watanabe, the janitor, walked in. Makiko Izumi scrambled up and turned down the volume of what was playing.

‘Ms. Izumi Makoto, someone’s on the phone for you!’ Watanabe, the janitor, said.

”Ah, I’m sorry, continue listening to the music here by yourself!” Izumi Makiko said to Yoko, then followed Watanabe Kanji and left the music room.

Yoko turned up the volume and enjoyed Beethoven’s symphony again, not even noticing that Makiko Izumi had returned to the music room.

Makiko Izumi tapped her on the shoulder. Yoko turned around and immediately stood up.

”I happen to have something to do, so if you’re done listening, turn off the stereo and lock the door. Here’s the key to the room, and once the door is locked, hand it back to the janitor!”

Makiko Izumi placed the lockpick on the table, the hangtag of the lockpick had the words ‘Music Room’ written on it.

Yoko also wondered if she should leave the music room with Makiko Izumi, but she wanted to listen to music again.

‘I know. Let me listen a little longer!” Yoko said loudly, and Makiko Izumi went out.

Yoko took her time enjoying the music alone, closing her eyes once more as she soaked in the beautiful symphony.

A musical intoxication enveloped Yoko’s entire body. Thinking about last night was like a nightmare. She had drifted off to sleep.

‘Ah, what a relaxed mood-‘ she muttered to herself.

The afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window also comforted her. Yoko’s body and mind felt warm.

Suddenly, something touched Yoko’s shoulder and quickly stroked down her dress and down both of her arms ……

Yoko was startled. The intoxication of the music was driven away for a moment.

(xiv)

”Ah, the head teacher!”

Yoko stood up as if on reflex as a man stood in front of her.

She went to the front of the sound equipment and turned off the switch. The head teacher, Sugiyama, also approached her immediately and said, ‘Ah, it’s okay if the stereo isn’t turned off!’

Sugiyama reached under Yoko’s duress and turned the stereo’s button on again, then turned the volume down slightly.

‘I heard Mr. Nan is here for miles ……’

‘What do you want from me?’ Yoko asked.

‘No, nothing in particular.’ Sugiyama replied.

When the two men faced each other, it was Yoko’s figure that appeared taller. Sugiyama’s bald head shone in front of Yoko.

‘Hey, let’s listen to music together and talk on one side!’ Sugiyama said as his arm wrapped around Yoko’s back.

‘Okay, but ……’ Yoko tried to escape, but she couldn’t move her body. When she met Sugiyama’s four eyes, she hastily twisted her face to the other side.

From the window of the music room, she could see the campus, but there were no more students doing extracurricular activities. Yoko felt as if she and the head teacher, Sugiyama, were the only ones left in the school.

Sugiyama’s hands, which were wrapped around her back, slowly began to move as if in a flirtatious manner, gradually stroking downward to the field’s waist.

‘Director ……’

‘What’s wrong with you, you have such a fearful expression on your face ……’ Sugiyama pulled her to himself and hugged her tightly.

‘Please answer …… promise me. Mmm……’ Sugiyama’s entire body was pressed against hers. Yoko’s back was pressed against the corner of the piano.

The two lips kissed together, and Sugiyama roughly slipped his tongue into Yoko’s mouth, and sticky saliva injected itself into her mouth.

‘Well ……’ the back of Yoko’s head touched the piano with a ‘grunt’ and her body bent into a bow.

‘Director …… please stop it ……’ Yoko said.

Sugiyama’s hands went inside Yoko’s dress and Yoko’s breasts were grabbed by him. Yoko shook her body and felt a tingling in her breasts.

‘Mr. Minami, be gentle ……’ Sugiyama yelled. His hand that had grabbed the breast was lowered and then reached through the foot of the dress’s skirt.

”Please …… let go of me ……” A chill ran down Yoko’s back, and her frightened, blossoming flesh, shivered unceasingly.

This was a soundproofed music room, so no matter how loud Yoko shouted, she couldn’t be heard outside. As long as no one peeked in through the window of the corridor, there was no way to know what was going on inside.

‘The other night, I see child!’ Sugiyama said.

‘Huh?!’

Sugiyama’s hand ran down Yoko’s thigh. She felt a tingling in the area touched by her fingertips.

‘On Tuesday night, I saw Mr. Nan come out of the restaurant, in the pouring rain, and take a cab home, I think!’

‘Huh, huh? ……’

Sugiyama was talking about the night Yoko was toyed with by the councilor and the principal.

”That restaurant is the one that the councilor frequents, weren’t you with it?” Sugiyama’s hand touched Yoko’s lower abdomen, feeling between her legs through her pantyhose and bottoms.

‘Who do you think I’m with?’ Yoko asked.

The symphony was entering its third movement. However, Yoko couldn’t hear it in her ears, her whole nerves were focused between the legs that Sugiyama’s hand was touching.

”You’re with the chairman of the board of trustees and the principal ah! The two of them always like to mess around together ……’

Yoko thought to herself that it was a good thing that she didn’t follow the councilor out of the restaurant, and as she left, the two men remained in the restaurant and continued to drink.

‘You’re looking at the wrong person! At that time, I was meeting up with my friends, and when I was going home so as not to get caught in the rain, the restaurant people were kind enough to call a taxi for me!” Yoko said.

‘Is it true?’ Sugiyama asked rhetorically.

‘It’s true, please stop being paranoid!’ Yoko snapped and punched Sugiyama on the shoulder. Suddenly receiving a punch from a woman, Sugiyama’s legs wobbled, so he took two or three steps backward, hitting the corner of the table and collapsing to the floor as if he was about to sit down.

Yoko’s whole body shivered more as she was glared at by Sugiyama, and she fell to her knees in a panic.

Yoko was about to help him up when Sugiyama held her instead and pushed her to the ground.

Sugiyama pressed down on Yoko and made her crouch on the floor, ripping off the zipper of her dress.

Sugiyama didn’t want to violate Yoko in any way, he merely wanted to hug the beautiful young intern, he just wanted to touch her a little and flirt with her, but he was met with Yoko’s resistance and ended up with both of them in a heap.

Sugiyama slid Yoko’s dress off along her shoulders and pulled her wrists out, peeking at her bra-covered breasts.

The two men fell to the floor between the table and the table, and even if they looked in from the corridor, they couldn’t see what they were doing, as both of their bodies were blocked by the table.

Sugiyama’s reached under the hand her skirt and removed Yoko’s pantyhose and bottoms.

‘Stop! Please stop ……’ Yoko screamed. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as her heels hit the concrete floor, the nerves in her bones paralyzing as if they were in excruciating pain.

Sugiyama took off his coat while looking down at Yoko who was shivering all over.

Yoko’s dress was rolled up to her waist in a band. She held her breasts tightly from the top of her bra, her legs and feet sticking out crookedly.

”It’s better if you don’t get scared like that! I’m going to give you the highest grade for your teaching internship, and I’ll instruct Mr. Kagawa.”

Sugiyama was actually of the same caliber as the chairman of the board of trustees and the principal.

‘I don’t want those scores! Please don’t tickle me!’ Yoko said in a mosquito-like voice. Her voice was muffled by the music and Sugiyama didn’t hear it. His lust was incited. For a moment, his face turned red.

Sugiyama pivoted Yoko’s arms around her chest so that she was in a mokuji position. Wearing only his shirt, Sugiyama slipped his hands into Yoko’s bra and fondled her breasts.

Sugiyama hugged Yoko from the side, kissing her while admiring and playing with the elasticity of her breasts.

The sticky saliva flowed insistently into Yoko’s mouth, causing her to be unable to even cry or catch her breath. All that could be heard was a gurgle in her throat, swallowing the saliva.

‘It’s really been a long time since I’ve touched such young, smooth skin!’

Sugiyama stuck out his tongue in a deadpan manner and licked Yoko’s ears, neck, and shoulders, pulling off her bra on one side.

Not caring about the cold feeling of the mixed dirt floor, Yoko lay down in a big zigzag, huffing and puffing.

Yoko was once again caught by the pervert, and she couldn’t escape. She was in tears, and she had no intention of resisting.

‘How bouncy, even my fingers are bouncing!’ Sugiyama scratched and rubbed those snow-white breasts, and crouched his face down to squeak and suck on Yoko’s nipples.

The nipples that were originally hidden inside the breasts protruded out, and when Sugiyama’s hands grabbed them and his thick tongue licked them, the intestines produced a strong reaction all over her body, and she couldn’t help but twitch.

Yoko’s upper body felt itchy and numb. She shrunk into a ball, as if tiny sparks were emanating from her body, and her body gradually heated up.

Sugiyama lay prone between the faceplate’s legs, an oval shaped field of fragrant grass whose centerpiece had a path leading to a deep valley inside the woman.

The tips of Sugiyama’s fingers flicked open the canyon, and the soft pink flesh was revealed, still pulling out a hair-sticky and transparent filament.

‘What a lovely fruit this one is! If you suck it with your mouth, it will turn purple and swell up like a pimple!’

Sugiyama licked Yoko’s pussy core, licking it repeatedly from bottom to top. The sphincter of her pussy also contracted repeatedly. At that moment, glistening sticky nectar gushed out from Yoko’s slit.

‘Ah, ah ……’ Yoko gasped hotly, her stretched wrists becoming stiff, her nails clawing at the floor with a dull sound.

Not once did she stop gasping. It seemed to match the movements of Sugiyama’s tongue, with intermittent gasps of ha-ha-ha-ha.

Every time Sugiyama’s fingertips penetrated her vaginal opening, Yoko’s body slid up like a snow-white soil worm. Her hair, which had lost its oily shine, was messed up to the point where it was draped over the floor.

Sugiyama got up. A terrible smile was on his reddish face. As soon as he got up, he opened the door of the cabinet with a glass window set in the wall behind him.

Inside the cabinet were several musical instruments. Sugiyama quickly retrieved a violin bow from it, and then mysteriously pulled out a small microphone.

Yoko lifted her upper body as she felt heavy. As she covered her thighs with the foot of her skirt, Sugiyama returned to her and knelt in front of her.

‘Please stop messing around!’ Yoko yelled again when she saw Sugiyama’s hand holding the violin’s bow as well as the microphone.

(xv)

What Sugiyama was up to now was completely beyond Yoko’s grasp. But she had already imagined that it must be something terrible. Her whole body trembled with fear, her arms clutched her breasts, and her eyes stared at Sugiyama.

‘Hee, hee, hee …… Women, too, are musical instruments, and men are the players. Now, I can immediately play the beautiful tone ah!’ Sugiyama’s wrists twisted Yoko’s shoulders, and she was still lying down. The wrists covering her breasts were pulled apart and pressed against the sides of her cojones.

Yoko closed both her eyes and felt a chill run down her back.

The teaching practicum is now exactly into its sixth day. During this period, she has been toyed with and bullied by men for days on end. She has come across brutes in the guise of teachers and jackals in the guise of students. It is said that they are as bad as they can be, as depraved as they can be.

Yoko now became that no matter what happened, she was no longer afraid. She had the courage to face everything.

The symphony finished playing and Yoko’s mind became subdued and calm.

Sugiyama stuck out his tongue and licked the bowstring of the violin, making it wet and slippery. He glanced at Yoko, who was panting in a thin voice, and quietly touched the bowstring to Yoko’s neck, the bowstring slowly pressed down towards her neck,, and, Yoko lifted her chin and threw her upper body backwards

‘Well ……’

Yoko sucked in a backwards breath. It was as if her neck had been cut by a sharp blade. The area touched by the bowstring was on fire and ruffled all of a sudden.

It seemed as if dozens of long, slender insects, invisible to the naked eye, had formed a bundle and were crawling about her neck, and she felt a little horribly

”Hey, look, it’ll soon have a great tone!”

Sugiyama moved the bowstring of the violin slowly from Yoko’s neck toward her shoulders and collarbone area. Yoko’s body began to twitch and bounce, her back slapping the ground.

Yoko’s breasts were also being grabbed and the bowstring was still being pulled on her nipples. For a moment, Yoko was so stimulated that she seemed to lose consciousness.

She felt strange tickling and tingling and began to panic. It was like the flesh was being cut bit by bit, and the feeling inside was indescribable.

Yoko secretly screamed, “Don’t torture me half-dead like this, if you want my body, I’ll give it to you! Can you finish it quickly?

‘Ah……………………’

Yoko’s face turned red. She closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, gritted her teeth, and frothy saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Sugiyama lifted Yoko’s thighs and folded her body in half. Yoko’s lower abdomen was on her back, and her lower body was oozing sticky lewdness.

Sugiyama put the bowstring between Yoko’s legs again and pulled it around between her legs. Yoko’s lower body suddenly ejaculated gravy.

(Maybe that’s how you’ll die!) Yoko thought secretly.

Sugiyama’s move was beyond the norm. Using the bowstring of a violin to toy with a woman’s flesh was a first for him as well. He had only heard people say before that when a woman was toyed with with a brush, the woman would show a half-crazed mental state.

However, he had never thought about this kind of play. It was only when he saw the cabinet with the musical instruments that he associated the shape of the violin with the flesh of a woman and inadvertently took out a bow.

Yoko’s lower limbs danced in the air, the bowstring of her violin pulled between her legs

‘Ah …… uh …… ah, ah ……’ Yoko moaned, resounding throughout the music room.

Sugiyama took the bowstring and pulled it from the spiky clitoris, to the argyle slit, from the daisy-like anus of the buttocks, to the tail keel. The bowstring was pulled slowly over these areas.

The room was filled with the sweet and sour scent of a woman’s body. This body odor was all of a sudden strong and reminiscent of the aroma of cheese

‘Coo coo coo, coo coo coo …… ‘ Yoko’s moan turned into the chirping of a dove. She was already unconscious. The intense reaction of the flesh seemed to squeeze out all the air that had built up inside.

The bowstring was pulled back and forth dozens of times, and a lot of nectar gushed out of Yoko’s vaginal opening.

Yoko seemed to be crying, her words were not coming out. The expression on her face was no longer spasmodic, and she just stared blankly at the ceiling.

Sugiyama lowered Yoko’s legs at this point, and she lay all loose, her breasts heaving together, her mouth panting with ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

At that moment, a female student passed by in the hallway. Sugiyama hurriedly crouched over Yoko. The female student glanced at the movement in the music room, but didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, so she walked straight past.

Sugiyama’s excited libido was suddenly weakened due to the schoolgirls passing by on the walker. The meat stick inside his pants lost its hardness rapidly.

(This really scared me! If this keeps up, my blood pressure might rise, like I’m going to die.)

Sugiyama thought so and so. He slowly stroked his gut’s breasts as they moved and bounced, and his nipples pushed up.

Yoko’s flesh spasmed slightly as Sugiyama sucked on her breasts again with her mouth.

Sugiyama’s hand touched the microphone that had fallen to the floor, and just for a moment, another spark erupted in Sugiyama’s mind

‘Let you listen to the sounds that come from within you! Maybe you haven’t heard it yourself for miles! When a man tickles your lower body, he can hear it very clearly. But a woman can’t hear it because she seems to be asleep! It’s a gurgling sound.”

Sugiyama said as he unhooked the microphone cord. He got up and plugged one end into the stereo audio equipment.

As soon as the microphone was plugged in, a ‘dang’ sounded in the room, shaking even the air in the room.

Sugiyama removed the dress that was wrapped around Yoko’s waist, and Yoko’s body was naked, her entire body was naked

‘Ah, ah ……’ Gut moaned in a thin voice. This moaning sound was amplified through the microphone and resounded throughout the music room

‘Is it good? It’s so clear to hear!’ Sugiyama’s own words were amplified and poured down from the ceiling skin.

Sugiyama’s bony, rough hands touched Yoko’s pubic mound. He looked at the mesmerized expression on Yoko’s face while a horrible smile appeared out of the corner of his eye.

He gently tapped Yoko’s pubic bone, and a giggling sound was broadcast from the speaker. A giggling sound was broadcast from the speaker. After two or three taps, he lifted the microphone’s wire and hoisted it down to Yoko’s pubic mound.

Yoko felt a numbness in her pubic mound. Although it didn’t hurt, it was as if the roots of her thighs were being electrified by static electricity.

The microphone grazed Yoko’s pubic mound and turned like a circle on her argyle. Presumably the microphone snapped against the pubic hair and made a pattering sound.

The head of the microphone is slightly smaller than a ping pong ball, and there are countless tiny holes in the head for radio.

Sugiyama uncovered Kashiko’s slit, and the already engorged and already protruding clitoris was rubbed by the microphone to the

”Mmm, mmm ……” Yoko looked extremely sensitive, her body seemed to be stimulated by an awl, and her arms and legs were bouncing with much shivering and shaking.

Sugiyama inserted his fingers into the opening of his vagina and rubbed the fat, soft pubic flesh, making honey splatters and squeaking noises

”Ah, ah …… well ……” As soon as the inner side of her pubic bone was rubbed, Yōko felt the urge to urinate. And Sugiyama’s fingers were still stubbornly tickling the G-spot of Yangzi’s lower body.

Yoko’s wailing and the sound of her lower body being rubbed together reverberated out of the microphone

‘Ah, pee…… about to pee, uh………’ Yoko bumped her back against the floor several times

‘Want to pee?’

”Pee out …… Well!” Yoko felt a pain in her lower abdomen and peed out little by little, even the area between her legs was wet!

‘It’s good to pee out! It’s better if you pee as much as you can.’ Sugiyama had never had such an experience before, and had never met a woman who would urinate during sex. He had never met a woman who would pee during sex. Although he had met women who screamed that they had to pee, he had never met a woman who would actually pee in front of a man.

Sugiyama thought to himself: maybe Yoko was feeling too stimulated! He pressed the microphone against the opening of Yoko’s vagina, and slowly and forcefully inserted it inside the vagina. He pressed the microphone against the opening of Yoko’s vagina, and slowly and forcefully inserted it inside the vagina. The sound was amplified several times, as if it were coming out of water!

‘Microphone inserted into the slit la ……’ Sugiyama was flushed, wiping the oily sweat from his face, and his breathing was strained. It was like he was lusting after a crying and screaming lamb, and for a moment he forgot about it!

‘Ah …… well ……’ Yoko’s body leaned back. At that instant, she felt something being shoved into her slimy lower body, and heard a dull thud as the microphone’s head was fully inserted into Yoko’s lower abdomen!

‘It’s in la ……’ Sugiyama seemed to be about to cum as he pulled his erect rod out of his pants and masturbated himself.

Inserting a microphone into a woman was also his first attempt. Sugiyama was completely absorbed in his perverted fun.

Sugiyama was on top of Yoko, their heads were on opposite sides, and they were caressing each other in a 69 position with the man on top and the woman on bottom

‘You’re holding my yah……’ Sugiyama rocked his hips, urging Yoko on. The reddish-black rod, already oozing with bodily fluids, was overflowing with dew drops from its urethral opening

‘You hurry up ……’ Sugiyama lowered his waist and Yoko opened her mouth wide, taking the huge rod in her mouth

”Ah…” Yoko vomited. She rolled up her eyes and leaned her upper body back, so to speak, doing her best.

Sugiyama balanced himself with one hand while holding the microphone with the other and rotating it back and forth. He tried to pull it out, but it was sucked in by the vaginal opening, I think, and surprisingly, he couldn’t pull it out.

Yoko’s hand went between Sugiyama’s legs, roughly tickling the man’s thing.

The two had no feelings to speak of, and the pleasure had passed. Yoko was just instinctively trying to escape from the pain.

Sugiyama let go of his hand from the microphone and let Yoko’s soft thighs clamp the microphone down on their own. She landed on her hands, tilted her upper body up, and then barked a down stop like an animal with pointed jaws, uh, uh ………….

The meat exploded in Yoko’s mouth. Sugiyama felt sparks fly between his legs and his eyes went blank. The gooey bodily fluids that came out ran down the corners of Yoko’s mouth and onto the floor.

Yoko kept coughing and the sticky semen slipped down her throat. Yoko then looked dazed and confused, her body laying in a wide berth, just desperately gasping for air.

Sugiyama got up, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his drooping rod. His libido was satisfied and a sense of horror struck him again. He felt he had to get Yoko back to her normal state quickly

‘Ah, ah ……’ Yoko moaned again with slurred words. The microphone grated against the sphincter of her lower body, and she didn’t know whether it was pleasure or pain as a wave of muscle paralysis spread from her thighs to her calves.

With a pang, accompanied by the sound of air compressing, the microphone was finally pulled out of the lower body. At that very instant, a cheesy odor pierced the nostrils of both men

”You should quickly put your clothes back on! The internship grade will give you a passing grade according to the previous agreement!”

Sugiyama smacked Yoko’s cheek again, wrapped his wrist around her neck, and tucked the sundress around her breast area once he had lifted her upper body.

Yoko slowly and methodically put on her bra and slipped back into her bottoms. Her legs were shaking and she braced her hands on the table as she slipped back into her dress.

Yoko felt her mouth go dry. Unable to speak, she sat down in a chair and rested her face on her wrists for a while.

She didn’t sleep at all last night. Coupled with the fact that her flesh had been played with indiscriminately by Sugiyama, she didn’t know whether to be annoyed or remorseful now.

After Sugiyama had put the violin’s bow and levitation gram back in place, he opened the window slightly.

Yoko was attacked by the Sandman right where she was, and all of a sudden she was pulled into a world of slumber.

After four o’clock in the afternoon, the janitor, Watanabe Kanji, who came to inspect the music room, tapped Yoko and told her to get up.

‘What’s wrong with you? You came to the music room to listen to music for a long time, I was relieved, and when I looked, you were asleep. You don’t look too good!’ The janitor, Watanabe Kanji, said.

Yoko seemed to have slept for about an hour. She’s regained her energy a little.

”I feel happy when I listen to music, it seems that I’m tired of listening to it. It doesn’t matter, there’s nothing wrong!’ Yoko just wanted to escape quickly, and she ran out of the music room in front of Watanabe Kanji.

(xvi)

From Saturday night to Monday morning, Yoko slept except for meal times.

On Monday’s Yoko has two practicum classes in the morning and one in the afternoon.

Yoko was writing her daily work report when the janitor, Watanabe Kanji, came to call her:

”Teacher Nan, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

‘What is it?’ Yoko followed him out of the faculty room.

Watanabe is sixty-eight years old. He was also a company employee, but after he retired, he changed jobs several times before coming to work as a janitor six months ago and living at the school. His wife died five years ago and he lives alone. He has two daughters, but each is married.

‘There are so many things I want to ask you ……’ Watanabe wore a rumpled shirt and a pair of gray pants rolled up. He rubbed his face with his hands

‘What is it?’ Yoko asked.

Meeting two or three schoolgirls in uniform, they said ‘goodbye’ to Yoko and the janitor!

‘You guys go straight home ……’ Watanabe said jokingly to the schoolgirls.

Yoko also said goodbye to the back of the schoolgirl.

‘What is it you want to ask me about?’ Yoko asked

”Ughhh! Things are a bit complicated, later on, would you come to my duty room for a moment?’

‘To your duty room? What’s the matter?’

‘The details will be …… more detailed when the time comes, please don’t tell the other teachers about it! If other teachers find out that you met me, it might have an impact on your career as a teacher! Whether or not you can become a teacher depends on what you decide after talking to me.” Watanabe lowered his voice and said to Yoko

‘Come around seven o’clock, I’ll prepare dinner if you say yes!’ Watanabe added

”No, there’s no need to prepare dinner! Since it’s something important that I can’t talk about right now, and it’s related to my career as a teacher …… then I’ll come to your place!”

Watanabe slowly stared at Yoko from head to toe as she said this

”Then, I’ll be waiting for you ah ……” Watanabe nodded once and walked over in front of Yoko.

Yoko returned to the faculty.

”It’s been a week since the teaching internship! Ms. Minami, you’ve gotten a lot of teaching tips, haven’t you?” Yosuke Kagawa, who was in charge of instructing Yoko, asked her.

”Ah, thanks! All thanks to the teachers for teaching me!”

‘The words there are not to be taken seriously! Ms. Nan has the quality of a teacher, that’s how I see it! Excuse me, do you have a reservation tonight?”

‘The scheduled thing?’

”It’s nothing, I think Mr. Nan did me a good favor, so I want to treat you to a meal. Because of our low salary, we can’t entertain you very well ……”

‘Yeah? But, I’ve got something going on tonight.’ Yoko said.

You can’t talk about your date with the janitor, Watanabe. Yoko won’t talk about it.

‘Who are you having an appointment with?’

‘Ah, going to meet a friend from middle school ……’

‘Is it going to take a long time?’ Kagawa asked doggedly. The pair of fine eyes behind the glasses sparkled

‘Then I will wait for you until nine o’clock. Anyway, when I get home, my wife and children are not at home.’

‘Where did your wife and child go?’

‘Went back to her mother’s house. A relative was in hospital and she went to visit …… I’ll be here waiting for you. Very close to the restaurant, within walking distance. I’ll be waiting for you all the way under the restaurant sign.’ Kagawa handed Yoko a slip of paper with a simple map, the name of the restaurant, and a phone number.

Yoko also gave Kagawa a report of the day’s work.

She had to leave school considering she said she had gone to see a friend from her middle school days.

Yoko greeted Kagawa and started getting ready to go home.

While walking to the entrance of the school, Yoko bumps into the chairman of the board, Takeo Hisamitsu.

”The school’s evaluation of you is very good ah! On the last day of your internship, let’s go to that public house again and formally negotiate about becoming a teacher at our school!” The chairman of the board whispered to her as if he were whispering in her ear, and suddenly touched Yoko’s lower abdomen that was covered by her short skirt.

Yoko quickened her pace away from Takeo Hisamitsu. The sight of his face was also annoying. She wanted to spit on him. Since she had been toyed with by Hisamitsu and Headmaster Ouchi, she felt that everything in the school was out of whack.

She went first to the library down the street to kill time.

What exactly did Watanabe, the janitor, have to say? Yoko was uneasy. Whether she was reading a novel or flipping through a magazine in the library, she was distracted.

By seven o’clock, Yoko returned to the school once again, by which time the gates were closed. The dark shadow of the school building emerged in the blue night.

Yoko entered the campus through the small gate, and the janitor’s duty room was on the right side of the school building. There was a corridor connecting it to the janitor’s duty room, and the duty room was in another building straight ahead. When Yoko was in high school at this school, it was also the janitor’s night duty room.

She knocked on the sliding door of the duty room, her heart beating so hard she felt a chill down her back.

Watanabe seemed to be waiting for her, as soon as she opened the door. He seemed to have been drinking, his face was red and he exhaled a stench of alcohol.

As soon as you enter, there’s the kitchen, and at the far end there’s a room six tatami meters wide. Only a closet and a TV set were placed

‘Ah, here it is ……’ Watanabe’s hand wrapped around Yoko’s back as she stood on the ash floor. She really didn’t want to go into Watanabe’s room if possible. The closed room stank of cigarettes and alcohol.

Yoko sat in the doorway of her room. On the simple table, there was cheap whiskey, and inside the ashtray, smoked cigarettes were piled up.

Watanabe mixed the drink with water, stirred it with wooden chopsticks, and served it to Yoko.

Yoko asked Watanabe as she took the glass with both hands:

‘I have something to do, I have to go home at once, what is it you have to say to me?’

”Ah, why don’t you drink a little bit of wine first, and then eat some sushi!”

‘No, there’s no need to eat, it’s better to just say what you have to say ……’ Yoko took a sip of the wine and slid it down her throat, her stomach aching like it was on fire

‘Don’t show such a terrible face on your face ah! Don’t be embroidered ah! Actually, it’s the recent theft of the gymnasium’s keys, I think you should have heard about it. I saw it with my own eyes!’

”Huh? Mr. Watanabe? You–”

Yoko thought to herself: seen by you! You mean, you saw me when I was sexually assaulted?

‘It wasn’t the scene I saw. It’s seeing a woman on a bicycle ……’ Watanabe bent over to Yoko, his bloodshot eyes looking up at her while sipping his drink as if tasting it

‘The woman you met is ……’

‘The bike had a name like Nan written on it, but I didn’t pay special attention to it at the time. I don’t remember the owner’s address either, but I just remember that her surname is Nan. Therefore, I think the one who became the object of lust for that group of bad students might …… be Ms. Nan?”

‘You’ve got it wrong. It’s not me! There are many people with the surname Nan.’

Yoko had borrowed her brother and sister-in-law’s bicycle that night. The bike had her name and address written on it. Watanabe saw it.

”It’s good that you don’t get angry, I’m just worried for your teacher Nan. Alright, alright, let’s drink the wine then!”

Watanabe raised his glass and clinked it with Yoko’s, who drank it down like a beer.

(Maybe Watanabe saw everything? He saw Ebisawa and Tanabe, and he saw Yamazaki with another man? He even saw the whole scandal at the gym from the beginning to the end?)

Yoko’s whole body shivered at the thought. Her body stiffened, and she was scared out of her wits

”It’s good that it really wasn’t you! I guess if you had been humiliated in the gym, then I would have gone to teach those guys a lesson!’ Watanabe said, pouring more wine into Yoko’s glass, which Yoko took from Watanabe and drank half of it.

‘Mr. Watanabe, when you say “those guys”, do you know who entered the gym?’ Yoko asked.

Watanabe’s eyes sparkled now. Yoko hurriedly looked down at the ground. She thought: Watanabe knows! He must have seen her being raped!

”Aiya, if it’s you, I just want to ask! Hey, come closer to my side, please talk slowly!’ Watanabe ran his hand across Yoko’s tunic, caressing her back.

‘No, I’m going to get ready to say goodbye!’

Yoko shook her body, and that’s when the whiskey spilled, spilling the liquor onto Yoko’s rounded knees under her short skirt.

Yoko set her glass down beside her and pulled a handkerchief from inside her handbag, wiping her calves.

Watanabe, who saw these actions of Yoko, suddenly turned into a horny wolf. He hugged Yoko tightly and pressed himself against her body, laying his face on her neck

”Hey, by tomorrow, the Head Teacher will go to investigate the female student surnamed Nan, and according to the Head Teacher’s Residence, the truth will soon be revealed. However, Mr. Nan will also be implicated. I haven’t said anything to anyone right now, I think it’s better not to expand the situation!”

Yoko was pinned down and Watanabe undid her tunic and took off her bra

‘Mr. Watanabe, let go, please!’ Yoko closed her eyes and whispered. She couldn’t help but have this premonition: is she going to be defiled by him again la!

However, he had become a hunted lamb and could not escape no matter what.

Yoko stopped resisting, she felt her mind heating up and began to weep. Inside a small room, the slightly warm and frozen air vibrated

‘Ah, ah …… uh, uh ……’ Yoko moaned in a slurred voice.

The fully nude woman causes Watanabe to step out of the norm and immerse himself in a world of carnal desires.

Beside Yoko, Watanabe, his lower half stripped naked and his upper body wearing only a shirt, sat cross-legged and kept drinking cheap whiskey. The rod between his legs stood up, radiating a slippery and terrifying shine

‘As I predicted, these are the times when sexually frigid women are on the rise.’ Watanabe said with what seemed like satisfaction. He pulled two fingers from Yoko’s lower abdomen, licked the woman’s nectar from his fingertips, and moaned another mouthful of whiskey. He tilted his upper body and leaked the whiskey dripping into Yoko’s half-open mouth

‘Well, well …… ‘ Yoko’s mouth felt a burning pain and shook her head reflexively. The sticky whiskey mixed with saliva made Yoko’s face hole wet and slippery.

Watanabe’s heart Sin hadn’t been this excited and impulsive in a long time. After the loss of his wife, he had been to four or five pornographic bathhouses, and those in the bathhouses were women who specialized in prostitution and could never satisfy a man’s sense of conquest.

He licked Yoko’s skin. The essence released from the woman’s body satisfied him fully by licking it, and Yoko’s lower abdomen grew aroused.

At that moment, Watanabe removed a rectangular box from a drawer in his closet. Licking his thick lips, he lifted the lid of the box and removed a blackened object from it.

It was a rod-shaped vibrator that his wife had used during her lifetime. It was a giant artificial penis made of synthetic resin, and the glans portion had eyes, a nose and a mouth reminiscent of a human face.

The shorter end, made in the shape of a mouse with its tongue out, is used to caress the clitoris.

This sex toy also has a rat carved into its belly, which is purely adult playbehind.

A cord is pulled from the handle part, and three dry batteries are placed inside the power pack.

”This thing can also be played with a little bit ah ……” Watanabe giggled out. His rod twitched and bounced, as if it was hot and fully aroused!

”Hey, I’m going to insert this into your lower body, if I don’t make it wet and slippery, my lower body will be scratched!”

Watanabe pushed his artificial cock against the side of Yoko’s mouth.

Yoko opened her mouth wide and something black was inserted into her mouth

‘You have to lick it!’ Watanabe carefully pressed Yoko’s bobbing head, and Yoko chirped and sucked.

It was as if she was performing oral sex for a man. The horrible feeling she had when she was sexually assaulted by a man, from the first day of her teaching internship, humiliations that an ordinary woman would never have experienced in her life, Yoko had experienced all of them. As a result, her body’s functions had become abnormal. And normal and abnormal were just separated by a layer of paper.

Yoko’s tongue swirled unconsciously, her lips sucking tightly on the artificial penis, licking the glans area, making chirping noises and sucking fiercely

‘Hey, enough sucking already ……’ Watanabe pulled the vibrating dildo from Yoko’s mouth.

Yoko leaned back on her upper body and let out a ‘ah, ah ……’ moan.

When the switch is pressed, it spins as if drawing a circle and looks a bit like a snake’s head again.

A vibrating sound also rang inside Yoko’s ears. At that instant, as if by reflex, she jerked and spasmed naked, and a lot of nectar flowed out between her legs.

(Ah, come on, stick it in! If you’re going to abuse me, do it thoroughly!)

The pleasure of being abused moved peachy. Yoko became a lamb captured by a hungry wolf. Flesh was torn and devoured, but instead there was an intricate pleasure without realizing it.

Watanabe’s hand traced its way to Yoko’s lower abdomen, his fingers uncovering the crevice and pressing the tip of the artificial dildo against that center part of her.

For a moment love juices splashed, the sphincter of the vagina shivered and shivered more, squeezing out the gravy, and the vibrator plunged into the

‘Ahh …… uhh …… thrust again …… uhh …… ‘ For the first time, Yoko voiced her carnal needs herself. Her body was bent greatly into an arch, her nails scratching at the tatami mat.

The artificial rod inserted into the lower abdomen went all the way down into the flesh tart, pressing against the deepest part of the vagina.

The mouse’s tongue also vibrated slightly, caressing the pointed clit

‘What do you think? This is a nice toy, isn’t it?’

Watanabe suddenly remembered his late wife. As soon as he played with this vibrator, his wife would act crazy, burrowing under the covers, weeping and excited

‘You again …… uh-ah ……’, Yoko protruded her chin and drooled. Shaking her breasts, she desperately gasped for rent air as if she was running at full speed.

Watanabe grabbed Yoko’s breasts as the vibrator kept pumping. When he thrust hard inside, he could feel the shock to his muscles.

Watanabe’s expression spasmed, the ends of his eyes dangled upward, and those eyes staring at Yoko sparkled.

The vibrator was pulled out in Yoko’s lower body, and her legs were spread apart as Watanabe knelt between her legs and pushed his erect rod against Yoko’s lower body

‘Well ……’ Yoko’s lower body had a pressing sensation, a hot rubbing sensation. At the same time, her consciousness blurred. Her lower limbs hooked around old Watanabe’s bony, bulging waist with old man sex

‘Ah, ah …… uh ……’ Yoko moaned intermittently in time with Watanabe’s movements.

Watanabe’s shirt was soaked with dirty sweat and clung to his back. The rod shot out hot cum.

Watanabe stopped his thrusts, and Yoko stopped moaning.

‘You’ve left me with great memories, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time… but, this week, your teaching internship ends… sorry ……’ Watanabe wiped between his legs with a tissue and put his pants back on. Now it was time to start cleaning Yoko’s lower half.

Yoko was in a trance and allowed Watanabe’s hand to rub around her lower body. Finally done, Yoko suddenly remembered that she had to hurry to get to where Kagawa was waiting for her

‘Wiping with a paper towel isn’t good enough for miles, the pubic hairs are hard ……’ Watanabe jumped onto the cinderblock floor and poured hot water from the water heater, into the washbasin, and soaked the towel.

That’s when Watanabe saw the whisker shaver he uses every morning.

He immediately had a horrible sinister smile on his face. She turned around to see Yoko lying in a big zigzag position, her breasts heaving together, and he picked up the whisker shaver and the face soap.

When he returned to the room, he knelt beside Yoko, who was slightly more conscious. She raised her eyes to see Watanabe and hurriedly covered her chest with one hand as if she was about to stand up

”To keep it as a souvenir of this night, let me shave your pubic hair! Lie down and don’t move! Watanabe pushed Yoko down and asked her to lie down again, applying face soap to the center of Yoko’s sex organ and her lower abdomen.

‘You stop! Stop it ……’

Yoko knew Watanabe was going to shave her pubic hair. Yoko’s mind immediately conjured up memories of toddlers’ undersides protruding like pastries that she had seen as a child.

She pushed Watanabe’s hand away from her and finally sat up. At that moment, Watanabe yelled out!

”Mr. Nan, don’t you want to be a teacher anymore?”

Yoko couldn’t move as if she was tightly bound. Her whole body was as stiff and shivering as if it were frozen

‘Sha-la, sha-la-‘ Yoko heard a dull thud from the skin of her lower body

‘Ah…’ Finally, Watanabe was forced to shave her pubic hair. She felt the cold air pushing through her entire body. However, immediately afterward, it felt like the shaved area was on fire.

Watanabe shaved along the outside of Yoko’s lower body toward her slit, shaving with a rustle.

‘The oval shaped pubic hair around your lower body is considered most precious!’ Watanabe muttered to himself, shaving off his pubic hair.

‘Ah, ah ……’ Yoko acted nervous. Moaning with a moment of emotion

”It doesn’t matter, does it! Want to rest somewhere?’ Yoko’s feet were shaking as she left. She felt exhausted after being threatened by the janitor as a result of her being raped and having even her pubic hair shaved off.

Yoko left the janitor’s duty room like a sleepwalker, hobbling over to the fast food restaurant where Kagawa was waiting for her.

(xvii)

It was the street located in the center of the town. She was bumped on the shoulder by the drunken clerk, and Kagawa held her body, the sensation of soft skin conducted to Kagawa’s palms, and the man’s lust incited.

Even though he was a teacher, he was a man himself. Yoko’s flesh could not be compared to that of his own wife who had gained weight in middle age, and it was necessary to possess Yoko’s flesh decisively. When Yoko arrived at the school as a trainee student, he saw the opportunity.

Kagawa thought to himself: he was her direct tutor. It could be emphasized that the work relationship was just a shallow drink, and no one would think much of it, and if the school authorities did find out about it, they could get away with all the suspicions by pushing the story that they were conducting a teaching coaching session.

The question was whether Yoko would come to the appointment or not. When Yoko finally arrives, Kagayama realizes that she seems to have already consumed a small amount of alcohol and is not wary of him. When Kagawa urges her to drink, she gurgles and keeps toasting with Kagawa.

Kagawa chatted and laughed with Yoko while touching her body as if nothing had happened, satisfying his own desires first.

‘Well ……’ Yoko choked on her drink. She pushed Kagawa’s hand away and ran to the courtyard walkway to vomit out the contents of her stomach, and she puked up all the whiskey like she was squatting down to take a shit.

Kagawa reached out and stroked her back as she felt the sky spinning in front of her eyes, as if she were about to fall into the yard. To wherever, anyway, she was eager to lay down quickly and rest for a while

‘Heh …… heh ……’ She kept vomiting, just throwing up gooey liquidy stuff

”You can’t hold out after all, you’d better go and take a rest!”

Kagawa’s hand went under her cojones and took the opportunity to hug Yoko, the tips of his fingers touching her breasts, and he smiled all over Yoko when he saw that she didn’t mind.

Yoko stood up and reached out to brace herself against the wall, trying to adjust her breathing.

At that moment, Kagawa’s mind, the signboard of ‘Love Hotel’ encrusted with neon lights appeared.

Walking out from the back of this courtyard, there is a human street This street high-rise building, there is the opening of the ‘love hotel’, in the past whenever he was drunk to go home, always want to go in to have fun.

The opportunity has finally come to have a sexual partner, and, as this sexual partner is in need of care, she can take advantage of the opportunity to satisfy her own sexual desires.

Kagawa hugged Yoko tightly and left the courtyard, ignoring whether anyone was paying attention to him or not, he entered the front door of the ‘Hotel of Love’ with his arm around Yoko.

A woman of about fifty years of age, dressed in kimono, showed them into a room. Upon entering, there was a parlor on the right hand side, an eight-tatami-meter wide Japanese-style room with futon bedding for two people, and a bathroom and dressing room side by side on the left hand side of the entrance.

When the clerk who had led them to their room left, Kagawa immediately hugged Yoko and kissed her, touching her breasts from above.

‘Let go! Don’t do that!’ Yoko instinctively resisted. In short, she just wanted to lie down and rest now. However, this was the ‘Hotel of Love’. Kagawa must force her into submission.

”Please let me go take a shower first!” Yoko shook herself fiercely as she ran into the bathroom as soon as she pushed away Kagawa’s arm around her shoulders.

She undressed as fast as she could, and the mirror in the dressing room reflected Yoko’s face: bloodless and very pale.

Between this week, Yoko was physically and mentally exhausted, thin as a demon ah! Yoko sighed secretly in the bathroom.

The next door to the locker room was the restroom, and that’s when she began to remember that she had been shaved of her pubic hair.

Yoko heard the door open and Kagawa burst into the restroom.

Yoko bent her upper body and fugly looked at her lower abdomen. The part that had shame hair was as white as if it was transparent. The white part, along the slit, was in the shape of an oval.

Yoko began to shower with hot water. Perhaps the drunkenness had spread to all parts of her body, and the headache eased a little. However, the area where the pubic hair had been shaved, perhaps due to a skin allergy, instead felt a tingling pain, and became red and burning hot again.

Yoko heard someone knocking on the bathroom door, and a completely naked Kagawa actually peeked his upper body into the bathroom. He was also wearing a pair of glasses. The glass mirror was immediately covered with a layer of white moisture

‘No! You may not come in!’ Yoko shouted.

Still, Kagawa barged into the bathroom, his entire body a brownish complexion, covered in accumulated obese fat. The thing between his legs was exposed in the thick pubic hair, hanging downward. Because it was not yet erect, the foreskin was all wrinkled horizontally, and it looked like a giant earthworm to Yoko’s eyes.

Kagawa hugged Yoko from behind. He pushed aside Yoko’s arms that were hugging her chest and reached out to touch her breasts, causing her to push up her waist

‘Ah …… Kagawa-sensei ah!’ Yoko moaned sweetly as she felt something smooth sliding against her buttocks and she pushed up her upper body.

Her mouth was half open as she let the shower pour hot water over her body

‘You only have one week left of your internship. And actually only five days from tomorrow. Let’s get intimate!’

Kagawa brushed Yoko’s hair from the bottom up, his mouth on her thin ear, chirping with the hot water spraying down as Kagawa sucked.

Kagawa rubbed Yoko’s breasts, admiring their elasticity. Pink nipples showed through her fingers, and Yoko’s breathing tensed as her nipples were gently pulled.

Kagawa’s hand touched Yoko’s stomach again. It quickly slid its hand to the pubic mound. The palm of his hand pressed against the pubic mound, as if searching for something, and slowly stroked the

‘Mr. Nan …… you ……’

‘Ughhh! Don’t you touch ……’ Yoko crouched down. She once again clutched her breasts and knees, blinking and glaring at Kagawa

”Mr. Nan …… you?!”

‘You go out …… please hurry up and get out ……’

Kagawa put his hand on Yoko’s shoulder. Yoko pushed his hand away. At that moment, the back of her hand inadvertently touched Kagawa’s erection at a right angle.

‘Mr. Nan …… you ……’

Kagawa’s hand once again rested on Yoko’s shoulder. Pulling her hard, Yoko seemed to fall as if she was about to fall, and collapsed onto the floor padded with bath towels behind her, the back of her head touching the ground as well.

Kagawa’s hands pressed tightly against Yoko’s abdomen, staring at her hairless pubic mound

”Ugh, Ms. Nan, you don’t have pubic hair? ……’

‘No! No ah ……’

‘Very sexy! Even the slit can be seen directly ……’

Kagawa put his face close to Yoko’s hairless area and licked at the pubic mound

‘Did you shave yourself!’

The clit was also exposed, and Kagawa asked as he went for it with the tip of his tongue while glaring at Yoko with slanted eyes.

Yoko was tempted to tell Kagawa: it was shaved after being raped by Watanabe, the janitor

‘Ah …………’

Yoko replied with sighs and moans instead. Even if her lower body was slightly stimulated, she was so excited that her pink slit, dripped with sticky nectar.

Kagawa uncovered Yoko’s vaginal opening and used his tongue and fingers to caress her lower body.

Yoko burrowed upward like a soil worm, the top of her head bumping against the tub.

Kagawa chooses Yoko’s upper body and presses her against the edge of the bathtub. Raping her behind her back in a standing position, Yoko braced her arms against the tub and lay on her hips.

Kagawa’s hands ended on Yoko’s slender waist, and after a few pumps, the rod spasmed violently, and the dirty liquid shot out in a gurgling gurgle

”There’s also something like this for miles! I’ll use it too!’

After Kagawa and Yoko had finished their good deed, they grabbed an object that someone had thrown over the side of the bathtub.

Yoko was bent at the knees, her upper body crouched over the edge of the tub, still gasping for air from the aftermath of her intercourse.

What Kagawa grabbed in his hand was an enema, an empty one. A total of four were thrown down next to the bathtub, and he picked them up one by one.

Only the last one picked up was unused. Kagawa thought, “Maybe it’s something used by a guest who stayed there before! If it were a hotel, the room would be cleaned up as soon as the guests left. However, in this kind of ‘love hotel’, there might not even be anyone to inspect the bathroom, perhaps because these enemas were thrown in a corner of the bathroom, and could not be found with just a cursory glance.

And in fact, even Yoko herself entered the bathroom to take a shower and didn’t notice any of this.

Kagawa first saw them when he thrust into Yoko’s ass and ejaculated inside her

‘Some of the residents are really nasty! Four enemas, three used up ……’

Kagawa caressed Yoko’s leathery buttocks. Fingers were running down the groin

”Ah, ah …… Well!”

Yoko shifted her hips, her breasts pressing against the edge of the tub, her nipples standing out even more

”There’s only one, I don’t know if it’s effective or not, but it seems to have been left behind on purpose, so I might as well use it!”

Kagawa was starting to get hot as he played with this kind of thing for the first time. But he himself had just finished cumming, and it was up to Yoko to react if it was fun or not.

Kagawa’s thick arm was wrapped around Yoko’s waist, and she was still panting with a huff and a puff; what Kagawa intended to do after that, she had no idea.

‘Pink daisy petals! No, it’s the stamen! Maybe it’ll hurt a little!’ Kagawa pressed her face against Yoko’s buttocks and dripped sticky saliva onto the forward chrysanthemum-shaped anus.

Yoko rocked her hips slightly, and Kagawa’s saliva flowed down to her perineum and inside her vagina.

Kagawa bit the lid off the enema with his mouth and spit it out behind him with a poof, holding the enema up in front of his face.

Yoko probably realized Kagawa’s intention, she shrunk her waist. Kagawa hurriedly held Yoko’s hips, and pushed the front of the enema, against the center of the chrysalis, and plunged it in at once.

‘Umm, stop …… don’t …… uh-‘ Yoko shook her waist by her own will, already knowing that that her anus was being penetrated by Kagawa with a foreign object.

(Do you still want anal sex?)

Some days ago, while lying in the school’s health room, she was assaulted by her gym teacher, Yoshio Nakura, and experienced anal sex for the first time. She remembered the extreme pain she felt at the time

‘Don’t do this ……’

Yoko shook her waist, but Kagawa’s wrists held her abdomen firmly.

Yoko saw an empty enema. In a split second, liquid was injected into the intestines

‘Don’t do that kind of thing …… don’t be kooky ……’

Yoko had finally gotten an enema. If she didn’t go to the restroom soon to clean up, she would be in a terrible mess.

She heard a plop, and as soon as the enema was withdrawn, the inter-anal area contracted

”Ha, ha, one minute, two minutes! Don’t you move!” Kagawa’s face was full of oil and a terrifying smile threw the enema to the floor and pushed the glasses that had slipped off the bridge of his nose upwards

‘Restroom! Let me go to the restroom!’

Yoko shook her naked body and crashed against the side of the tub as Kagawa reached out and wrapped her arms around Yoko’s hips.

Yoko didn’t eat lunch. After breakfast, she hadn’t eaten anything decent. At the janitor Watanabe’s, she only drank cheap, watered-down whiskey. And then Kagawa took her to a fast-food restaurant-style wine bar, where she also just ate some small dishes and watered-down liquor. And all of those things were spit out as soon as they left the store.

Yoko’s abdomen gurgled, a sound from her internal organs, and she defecated all at once

‘Hurry! Please, help!’

Yoko’s attention was focused on the anus. The anus felt an extreme pain

”Just bear with me for a little while longer! If you can hold back as long as you can, you’ll feel better later.” Kagawa patted and stoked Yoko’s tense buttocks.

Yoko couldn’t move. If she moved, it was as if her anus was going to split open and her insides would be pushed out of her body.

‘Ah, ah ……’ Yoko yelled from inside the bathroom, and Kagawa immediately got up, the rod between her legs already restored to its sexuality with a raging erection.

Red-faced and scandalized, Yoko ambled her face to the side of the tub and squatted down to hold back the pain of defecation.

Kagawa began to get scared, thinking if he had driven Yoko mad due to his over-the-top behavior.

Kagawa’s whole body shivered, but the unwritten thing became more and more erect, and even the root of his testicles felt pain. He didn’t have time to pay attention to this, and quickly took a few steps back, hitting the handle of the gate at the waist.

‘Heh! Heh …… Oh!’ Yoko spit the yellow stomach liquid inside the bathtub now. Then she turned around violently and lowered her waist like a squatting washi potty.

Yoko thought to herself, “You want to see a woman’s shy posture so badly, so I’ll let you see it! You’ve had your fill of it!

She wanted to curse at Kagawa, who was frowning sadly and looking down at her, but she didn’t.

The sound of something soft hitting the ground was heard, and something oozed out from between Yoko’s legs, dripping all over the floor. Yoko showed her ghostly face and stared blankly at Kagawa, she really did have a bowel movement

”Teacher Nan, I’m so sorry!”

Kagawa bathed Yoko, who was sitting in the dirt and in a trance, and helped her rinse her body.

The dirt washed away from the drain, but in Kagawa’s eyes, a deep and unforgettable impression was left of Yoko’s out-of-whack gesture.

Kagawa picked up Yoko and made her bend her knees, picking her up tightly and forcing her out of the bathroom and onto the bed.

Yoko must be brought to her senses. Kagawa grabbed her breasts and shook them, also directing his hand into her slit to tickle it.

It was completely tantamount to bullying. However, Yoko was also getting a little angry.

Kagawa was like a hungry wolf that had lost its rationality and had gotten giddy over the prey it had caught.

Kagawa himself went mental. When he felt Yoko’s whole body start to heat up, he pressed Yoko tightly and pressed on top of her

‘I’ll get off here!’ Yoko got out of the cab. After Kagawa paid the fare, he followed Yoko.

Yoko entered the school through the small gate. Ahead loomed the dark shadow of the school building

‘What’s your business back at school?’ Kagawa asked, grabbing Yoko’s shoulder.

Yoko pushed Kagawa’s hand away and ran across the campus toward the school building.

But the school building’s elevator was closed. Yoko turned to the fire-walking staircase, made thumping footsteps, and sprinted upstairs

‘Teacher Nan! What’s wrong with you?’ Kagawa followed her upstairs.

Yoko went up to the fourth floor and out onto the roof.

In front of her was the vast blue night sky. The faint sound of a car exhausting its fumes could be heard.

”Teacher Nan! What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you going home?’

Kagawa asked as he once again wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Yoko slowly turned around and glared angrily at Kagawa.

Yoko’s eyes, radiating red light in the darkness

‘It’s better if everything in such a school is finished! It’s better if all the teachers and students die!” Yoko finished her sentence with a frightening smile on her face, and then stumbled towards the reinforced concrete wall on the roof ……

‘Minami-sensei ……’ Kagawa sensed that Yoko was acting abnormally, so he immediately ran closer to Yoko. The two tangled and twisted, colliding against the fence.

Watanabe Kanji, the janitor who was patrolling the campus, was at that moment recalling Yoko’s pubic hairless pubic mound.

As he seemed to hear someone yelling over the roof, he couldn’t help but look upward: what caught his eye were two figures writhing together ……