Chapter 287: Husband, Wife and Demons
A pitch-black room.
In the center of the room, which is covered in a thick, black darkness, there is a huge red bed, and a vague light shines down on it like a spotlight. The red bed emerges from the darkness as if it were set on a stage. It is a scene that she has seen many times before, and she could say that she is already used to seeing it.
(Eh, Eeeh…!)
She was supposed to have gone to bed with her beloved husband in their own bed, having had enough happiness and a little fatigue. And yet, when she came to, Kumiko was in this strange place. A strange space that felt too real to be a dream. She was standing in the corner of the room, looking at the bed in the center.
“Again…again, here…”
As soon as she said this, her eyes focused on something moving on the bed, and gradually she could see more and more of it, as if it were being zoomed in on. It was writhing black flesh and white flesh. A large black beast was standing on the bed, and three white pieces of flesh were entwined around its body. The light cast subtle shadows as the white flesh moved like waves.
“We’ve finally met…. Let me serve you well today…”
“It’s so…so strong…it’s amazing…”
“Aah…Sensei…is this place comfortable?”
The three white things are young women with skin as smooth as silk, and they caress the naked man like white snakes, rubbing their whole bodies against him. Six white hands crawl all over the man’s tanned skin, increasing his pleasure, and there, with bright red lips and three long red tongues, they crawl all over the man’s body like slugs, with plenty of saliva on them. It promises the ultimate pleasure that she can tell just by looking at it. However, the man is looking straight at her with a composed expression on his face while being caressed all over by the three beautiful women.
(No way…ah, that’s Ms. Kono and Ms. Taniguchi…. And Ms. Shimomura too…)
When her eyes focused, Kumiko could clearly see the faces of the women entwined together, and she realized that they were the female teachers who had just been transferred to the girls’ high school where she was working today. The three beautiful teachers, who were all equally beautiful, were showing the faces of females who were full of the joy of serving a strong male, and they were licking his muscular body with long, red tongues without getting tired.
“Aaa…it’s wonderful…so rough…”
“It’s so thick…aah, I can’t get my fingers around it…. Nooo…”
“I’ve always wanted it…. I’ve always wanted this…”
The three beautiful teachers each lick the man’s body with their long, red tongues, and reach out to entwine their slender, white fingers around the huge jet-black pole. Each of them moves their fingers to check the hardness and thickness again and again, as if they are trying not to let go of the thing that has taught them the true joy of flesh. The look on their faces as they let out hot sighs are incredibly sexy, and they writhe their pure white naked bodies in an obscene way, wanting to have intense sex with their whole bodies.
(This…this can’t be…aaaaaa…)
Kumiko feels a strong sense of déjà vu and feel dizzy. Then, a scene flashes back to my mind.
It was the same thing she saw in that hotel that day. It was a small business hotel in a provincial city. In a room filled with the pungent scent of female pheromones so thick they seemed to be materializing, several beautiful women were swarming around a single man and repeating their lascivious services in the same way as now. She was surprised at first to see a harem play with one man and multiple women, but that was the only time. She was drawn into the bed as if she were caught up in something, and before she knew it she had joined the harem and was serving the man with the women, losing herself.
“Aaa…aaa…aaaaa…”
Kumiko remembers everything, and her whole body shakes in response. The brown flesh occasionally peeks out from between the writhing white flesh. It rises vertically from between the legs, reaching to the navel like the same spear from that day, and emitting a black aura as if seeking its prey. She knows. That thing is a weapon that kills women. It’s the tail of a demon that strikes a woman’s vital point, giving her tremendous pleasure, melting her body and mind into a gooey mess, and then devouring her flesh.
“Noo! … Aaah…no, nooo…”
And she remembered again that, even though she was married, she had accepted that deadly weapon deep into her womb and gone mad for two whole days. Kumiko also licked and sucked him with more enthusiasm than she had ever shown to her husband, begged him to insert himself in a way that she had never shown to her husband, moaned and writhed in a high voice that her husband had never heard, and begged him to ejaculate inside her over and over again using obscene words that her husband could never have known.
(Aaa…no…no, no…. That…I can’t do that…I cant go back…)
The word pleasure is too weak to describe it. It was a shock, an explosion, a dissolution, a transformation that tore the body and mind apart. She ignored her training and spent all her time in the man’s room, indulging in that violent pleasure until morning for two nights in a row, and without thinking about the consequences, she let the white mucus bathe her womb again and again. The pleasure of being rubbed all over inside. The pleasure of being rubbed in the deepest part of the depths. The pleasure of being filled with a throbbing sensation. All of these things were taught to her by the man in front of her that day. An intense craving that is on a different level to the word lust is still welling up from deep within her body.
Since then, Kumiko has had sex with her husband many times, but of course she can’t get that kind of pleasure, and her selfish body, which has once experienced the ultimate pleasure, won’t be satisfied. In order to quench that thirst, she has not once or twice comforted herself with her fingers next to her sleeping husband, while feeling full of guilt. And at such times, what always came to mind was the black, strong, and erect male organ that was glistening and swaying in front of her.
“Come here”
The low voice slips into the gaps in her heart and adds fuel to the embers that have been lit deep within her body. Her body responds shamelessly. The realization of this fact makes her despair and fear, and her vision darkens.
“Noo…not good! Don’t call me! Leave me alone!!!”
However, her words of refusal are powerless, and an invisible black thread-like thing clings to her body and is entangled by the man. Her mind is rejecting it, but her legs move forward on their own, and she approaches the red bed step by step. In the darkness, red eyes are staring at her like that.
Even after returning from training, she still sees him at school, and he has threatened to tell her husband, and has taken her to the dimly lit science preparation room several times, but she has continued to desperately reject him out of guilt towards her husband and fear that he will change her. She almost lost her reason when she was kissed passionately and her most sensitive parts were caressed skillfully, but somehow she has managed to hold back until now. However, that bulwark called reason is now flickering in the wind.
“Huhu…Sensei. What are you hesitating about? After all, this is just a dream, right…?”
The beautiful woman who had been licking the man’s chest looks up and tells her so with a characteristic, sugary, anime voice and a smile. On the night of the training, the cute female teacher who had become a man’s toy, devouring pleasure with her bottom lined up with his, She dyes her face, which usually still has an innocent look, with lust, and as she licks her lips with her red tongue, she weaves words of temptation that corrupt married women.
“You don’t have to hold back, because you’re in a dream…Sensei…. Everyone has desires they can’t tell anyone about in their hearts, so there’s no one to complain to if you release them even when you’re dreaming…”
The fallen angel sings a seductively tempting song in a high voice. No, that’s the voice of her own heart.
(A dream…this isn’t reality…)
“Besides, your husband sent me lots of emails, trying to seduce me, didn’t he? I showed them to you, too, didn’t I? He was also secretly dating Ms. Yoshikawa, and I wonder what would have happened if I had said yes…. Huhuhu…. I don’t think you need to worry about your unfaithful husband, do you?”
The little devil smiles seductively and even offers an excuse, violently shaking the heart of the faithful wife.
(Th, That’s right…. That person…that person too…. But…but…)
Even so, she shakes her head and tries to maintain her sanity, but her reason gradually becomes numb and she becomes dazed. Her eyes gradually become hazy, narrowing her field of vision and making it impossible to look away from a certain part. The real male organ is of a different order of magnitude to the one her husband had accepted into her womb a few hours ago. A black, curved weapon that kills women.
(This is…a dream…a dream…. I’m having a bad dream…)
The black flesh sways enticingly. The fire of the remaining rationality flickers as if in sync with that movement, and it seems like it will go out at any moment in the black desire. The only thing occupying the head of the once-chaste married female teacher now is the scorching pleasure she experienced during the three days of training.
(Oh, that…. That was amazing…. It was so amazing…)
When she came to, she was on the bed with a man and kneeling at his feet. The black pillar of flesh in front of her. She felt a sense of divinity and swallowed her saliva.
(It’s a dream…. If it’s a dream…)
“Spread your legs”
“…Aaa…aaaa…”
Even though she’s rejecting it in her head, Kumiko can’t stop her trembling legs from gradually spreading apart. As a result, the married woman’s hidden lewd flower gradually opens its mouth wider and wider, dripping with saliva. She is burning with desire for a reproductive organ that is in a different league from her husband’s. When she stares at that part with red eyes, it seems as if something hot like magma starts to overflow from the depths of her body. The man smiles and slowly covers her up like a black shadow.
(Dream…this is a dream…so…aaaaa…)
Kumiko no longer knows who she was saying those words to. Between her open white legs, obscene pink flesh edged with black bush, overflowing with clear mucus, is now waiting with its mouth wide open for a male penis that is far more robust than her husband’s. The mucous membrane that sucked the devil’s sperm so many times that day wriggles as if it has a will of its own, and it is buzzing as it tries to engulf the real male organ, which is an organ of supreme pleasure.
“Hiiii! Aaaaa!”
The tip of the huge cobra is pressed against the hollow, and the mature body is about to lose its mind. After all, she has been holding back for a long time. The sheer strength of her husband’s cock is enough to make her whole body go goose-bumpy. As she is stared at with red eyes, she can’t stop her body from giving in and wanting it. The massive cock of her husband’s friend forces its way into her married woman’s fleshly door, and she can’t help but feel a sense of expansion that is incomparable to her husband’s. The back of her head feels like it’s burning.
(Ah…my dear…forgive me…)
“Ohooooooooo!!! Hiiiiiguguuuuuaaaaaaaaa!!!”
The married teacher closed her eyes for a moment as if to ask for forgiveness, and then welcomed the man who was not her beloved husband with a cry of joy.
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It was the end of the year, and the hotel in the city center, where it was lightly raining, was crowded with people. The sushi restaurant they had booked for the weekend was full, with a group of two young people with brown hair, a group of three people who looked like office workers, and a group entertaining foreign guests. While they were squeezed in between them, he asked the beautiful woman sitting next to him.
“So, Yoshikawa-sensei, what would you like to drink?”
The men sitting around them have been looking at them furtively since they arrived. He was a little proud of himself for being able to handle the situation, but he was also embarrassed that he was blushing a little even though he hadn’t had any alcohol.
“Well…I think I’ll have a beer to start with”
Her colleague, an English teacher, responded with a sultry smile. As he looked at her beauty, which would captivate any man, he struggled to suppress the urge to stare.
It’s a seductively curvy figure that seems to exert a powerful magnetic force on healthy men. After all, the tight-fitting knit sweater clinging to her slender body not only doesn’t hide the meat thrust forward like a fiend, but flaunts it for all to see. The bulge of her perfectly spindle-shaped breasts juts out slightly upwards without sagging at all, and the bust top line is incredibly high in comparison to their overwhelming size.
The line that continues from there to the waist forms a sharp curve, leading to an impossibly thin waist. The gap between the huge breasts and the slender body is incredible. Furthermore, although you can’t see it from the counter, the shape of the hips, wrapped in a black laser skirt, is also perfect, and the curves that kill men continue from the long legs that extend gracefully to the ankles, which are so thin that they make you sigh. The men who have been casting heated glances at this beautiful woman with her bewitching looks, outstanding beauty and perfect figure would never have guessed that she is not a TV personality or model, but a high school teacher.
“But is it okay for you to be eating dinner with me here? Isn’t your wife at home, making dinner and waiting for you? It’s Friday after all…”
As she sips her sake and savors the exquisite sushi, Junko Yoshikawa smiles mischievously at her colleague, Ryohei Anzai, an English teacher. Her brown hair, which is shoulder-length, waves in the wind, casting a little shadow over her beautiful white face, which only makes her more beautiful. Any man would fall under her spell in an instant if she invited him to dinner like this.
“Ah, it’s okay. My wife’s away in Kansai for a gymnastics training camp, so she won’t be home for the next three days”
He is taken aback by the sudden mention of his wife, and smiles awkwardly as he pours more chilled sake into his empty glass. The smile of his wife, who had looked a little sad as she said goodbye to him at the door in the morning, flashes through his mind, but he forces it away.
“Ah, I see…”
“…Th, That’s right. Our rhythmic gymnastics club has been getting really strong recently, hasn’t it? Apparently, one of the second-year students came 8th in the individual competition at the summer Inter-Highs. And now, it seems that they’re going to hold a training camp with a strong school from the Kansai area to strengthen the team as a whole”
“Ah, Rio Hasegawa…. She’s really grown a lot over the past year…”
Recalling Rio’s pretty face and slender figure, who became the ace of the gymnastics club despite only being a second-year, Junko smiled, turning up the corners of her mouth. She knew that half-Japanese beauty very well. She knows everything about her, from head to toe. She knows the pressure points, the tightness and intricacies of her narrow, tight honey hole, and even the cute voice and expression she makes when her devilish penis invades her.
“So, Misaki-sensei…was it? It seems that she’s going to be doing a three-day training camp with a strong team from Kansai, where her friend teaches, starting today. Misaki-sensei was also a candidate for the All-Japan team, and if it wasn’t for her injury, she might have been able to go to the Olympics, right?”
(That injury has completely healed thanks to someone’s injections, though)
Junko nodded, smiling to herself. Yuka Misaki, who had the demon seed repeatedly implanted in her womb, had her knee, which she had damaged during her active career, completely healed. However, she had already become completely absorbed in other things and had lost interest in representing Japan. She thinks she could return to active duty now if she wanted to, but there’s no point in doing so if she doesn’t want to return. Or rather, she doesn’t want to leave the pleasure she receives from the demon.
(It’s not surprising that she’s too busy to do that sort of thing now that she’s become an Olympic candidate…but…huhu)
The beautiful coach who betrayed her long-term boyfriend and chose the pleasures of the demon beast. Junko knows this because they’ve done harem play together many times, but Yuka is a super carnivorous sex-crazed athlete. When she pulls her rigid cock into her tight, constricting hole, she always shakes her hips so persistently that those around her are dumbfounded. Gymnasts with their strong bodies and flexible bodies are the ultimate treat for demons.
“But still…your wife must be very busy. She’s become an advisor to a powerful club so soon after being transferred. Well, there’s a coach and other advisors, so I think she’ll be fine just by being there”
“Eh!? Isn’t our guy the only advisor to the Rhythmic Gymnastics Club?”
“That’s right. I think that club…the vice-principal is also supposed to be an advisor”
“The vice-principal…isn’t it Mr. Midou, not Mr. Yamagen?!”
“That’s right. At our school, each club is assigned a supervisor for each subject, so I think it was originally Mr. Midou, the science teacher, who was in charge, and your wife just took over from him. But I think Mr. Midou is still in charge. I sometimes see him in the gym too”
“Eh? …Is, Is that so?”
Junko’s words take Ryohei by surprise.
“S, So, is the vice-principal going to be at the training camp this time too…?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. But I think he’ll be there. He’s quite enthusiastic about supporting club activities, despite appearances. The students adore the vice-principal too”
Junko giggles. After tasting the sweet flavor of the thick sea urchin roe, she licks her red tongue over her full lips, looking alluring. The foreigner next to her stares at her with hot eyes, but Ryohei has completely lost the time to worry about such things.
(Wait a minute, wait a minute! I didn’t hear anything about staying overnight at a training camp with the vice-principal! Could it be…even if it’s not, isn’t it still a problem?)
Kumiko didn’t say anything about it when she left this morning. Was she simply forgetting to tell him, or did his wife also not know that the vice-principal was going to be there…? Ryohei felt like a dark curtain had been lowered in front of his eyes, and from then on he couldn’t taste anything in the sushi.