Chapter 288: Hallucinations
After leaving the sushi restaurant, they moved on to a bar lounge on the top floor of a very upmarket hotel. Normally, he would be excited about what might happen next, as it’s a weekend when his wife is away and he’s alone with a beautiful woman, but the story Ryohei heard earlier keeps nagging at the back of his mind, and his normally buoyant mood is starting to sink, and he feels a burning restlessness in his heart. When he moved to a new location, he tried calling his wife, Kumiko, behind Junko’s back, but the phone just kept ringing.
“Is there something you’re worried about?”
Junko suddenly asked, holding a Bloody Mary in her hand.
“Eh? N, No…I’m not worried about anything…”
At this moment, Ryohei’s mind was filled with the shocking scene he had seen in the dimly lit AV room about a month ago. A man who had taken his colleague, a beautiful math teacher, into an empty classroom during class and was standing her up and raping her from behind. He continued to mercilessly torment the cool beauty with her outstanding figure, and after making her go crazy for a while, he made her suck on his long, curved penis. And when he saw the expression on the face of the math teacher, who was licking her with a dazed look on her face, he felt a shock as if he had been hit in the head, and at the same time he felt the difference in their status as men. He had thought that treating a beautiful woman like that, using her as a tool for pleasure and dominating her absolutely, could only happen in manga or novels. But now he was seeing it happen in real life, and the flames of envy and jealousy spread again deep inside him. And the vice-principal is at the same hotel as his wife, at the training camp.
“Uhuhu…shall I guess? You’re worried about your wife being with the vice-principal, aren’t you?”
“N, No, not at all…”
“You are worried, aren’t you? Your wife has a good figure and is very beautiful. Right now, she and the vice-principal might be drinking some sake together, aren’t they?”
“Eh!? Ah, no…that’s…”
He is taken aback by the directness of the question. And from the expression on Junko’s face, which seems to be looking into his own, it is clear that she is amused. As her beautiful face comes close to his, he can feel the thick pheromones that confuse men drifting over him, and he feels his heart racing with both the anxiety in his heart and the allure of her beauty.
“Huhuhu…I’m just joking…. I don’t think the vice-principal would go for a married woman who is also a teacher at his own school…I think”
“E, Eeeh?”
Just like how Kansai people add 「I don’t know」 to the end of their sentences, there is no way he can feel reassured when he hears 「I think」 at the end. No, it just makes him feel even more uneasy.
“Besides, you’re still newly married, and I’m sure you satisfy your wife every night, right? Then you’ll be fine, won’t you?”
The female teacher smiles. But of course Junko knows that Kumiko Anzai is not sexually satisfied, and that she has a great deal of desire in her mature body. That night at the training session, when her true nature was exposed, she straddled him and writhed in ecstasy until morning, leaving the other female teachers dumbfounded. And that a female held by a real male can no longer be satisfied by an imitation. The strength of that desire and craving. Because she herself was corrupted in that way.
“Ha, Hahaha. Well, something like that…”
On the other hand, Ryohei can’t say with confidence that he is satisfying his wife, Kumiko, either. Until a short while ago, he would have answered with a confident yes. But now, a slight sense of unease is swirling around in his heart. Is he really satisfying his wife enough? How good is his sex? How does it compare to that vice-principal? The words that carry these feelings of unease come out of his mouth.
“I trust my wife…. But, but, at that time…when I saw that Mr. Saegusa being like that with the vice-principal…”
The scene still comes back to him vividly. The vice-principal was treating the beautiful math teacher from the same school like she was his own property. And while being raped from behind, the normally cool female teacher would writhe with a bestial voice, and in a short space of time, her whole body would shake and stiffen as she was overcome by waves of ecstasy again and again. After that, her colleague would clean up by sucking the vice-principal’s huge penis with glazed eyes. Her face was completely submissive to the strong male. He had never seen that expression on Kumiko´s own face, nor had any of the women he had been with.
And what had Junko said that day?
“Yoshikawa-sensei…. You called Saegusa-sensei the vice-principal’s 『Sex Slave』 or 『Meat Slave』, didn’t you?”
“Ah…that’s right…. Well, it’s true…”
As usual, Junko says outrageous things without batting an eyelid, but because of that, her words have a certain truth to them. Even if Ryohei saw it with his own eyes and confirmed it, he still wouldn’t believe it, but it’s true that the cool, beautiful teacher was reduced to a sex slave and did as she was told. At that time, she was exactly like the pleasure slave that appears in erotic manga and pornographic novels, doing anything at the command of a man.
“And they say the vice-principal is a 『Womanizer』…. That he has a lot of casual sex partners”
He’s worried about people overhearing their stimulating conversation in such an open place. But he still can’t help but want to hear more. Ryohei asks, suppressing his inner impatience as he does so, knowing that this will only serve to increase his own anxiety.
“That’s right…. The vice-principal is apparently a womanizer with a huge penis and incredible stamina, and he has a lot of girlfriends here and there. Apparently dozens of them”
“Dozens of them! …S, So many!”
“That’s right. It seems that all the women are completely captivated by the vice-principal…. Apparently, they fall for him at first sight. Anyway, he’s got a huge penis, and the sex is amazing…. Apparently, the women he fucks fall for him at first sight, huhuhu…. I heard that even Mr. Saegusa got hooked after just one time”
Junko leaned her red lips close to his ear, perhaps because she couldn’t speak loudly. Her sweet breath tickled my earhole, and the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with her body odor drifted over him. When a beautiful woman as seductive as her whispers to him, his body heats up, apart from any anxiety he might have.
“Aah…. If it really is that good, I think I’ll ask the vice-principal to be my partner too”
The moment Ryohei heard this, he blew out the gin and tonic he was drinking.
“Are you serious!?”
“Because I haven’t had a boyfriend for a long time, and I haven’t done it with anyone at all recently, so I’ve been feeling horny for a while…. Besides, don’t you find sex that drives women crazy interesting…?”
Junko speaks about such a delicate topic with a red tongue licking her lips. Her eyes, which are decorated with much thicker eye shadow than when she was at school, are wet with lust, as if they have been poured with oil. Ryohei can see her tongue wriggling as if it is seeking something inside the gap between her lightly parted red lips. She has a spectacular sex appeal that sends a chill down his spine.
“You know…I’ve been with all sorts of people. When I studied abroad, I had experiences with all kinds of people, including white people, black people, Arabs, Indians, and Chinese people…”
He’s surprised by the suddenness of the story, which Junko whispers in a husky voice as she takes another sip of her Bloody Mary. However, the beautiful English teacher continues her story, paying no attention to Ryohei’s inner surprise.
“So…you know how they say that the size of a man’s thing is important, right?”
“Eh!”
“Men do care about it, but it’s true that the size of a man’s penis is important. If it’s not big enough, it won’t reach the back, and you won’t be able to get it to the back…. But what’s more important than that is the shape and hardness…. No matter how big it is, if it’s soft or if that part called the glans is small, it’s not good…”
“…Is, Is that so…?”
Ryohei is confused about how to respond to Junko’s words, which she says with a mischievous expression like a cat, and giggles.
“That’s right…. My white boyfriend’s was big, but soft, and my black boyfriend’s was hard, but the tip was smooth…. So, if I could have my ideal, it would be big, thick, hard, and lumpy like a club…. And if it was curved and had a big head, it would be perfect…”
Her somewhat ecstatic expression suggests that she is thinking of her ideal penis. As he looks at the beautiful woman next to him, his heart starts to beat faster.
(Ah!)
Then, suddenly, he remembers that he had seen something like what Junko had just said recently.
“Oh yeah, and there’s one more important thing. …I know it’s a bit of a boast, but apparently I’m really good in the middle”
“Inside…it’s good…?”
“Oh, I’m so embarrassed…. That’s right…. Everyone I’ve gone out with says that it’s really good inside me. When they go inside me, they’re all surprised and give me lots of praise…. 『Your thing is the best』…. And I don’t know if it’s because of that…but…they’re all quick…you know…”
“…”
“They don’t last more than five minutes. The quick ones come out after just three strokes. Is it called a thousand earthworms? I don’t know myself, but it seems that the inside is very complicated, and it writhes around and tightens up on it. So, after they’ve done it with me once, they get carried away and say they can’t do it with other women, but I want to enjoy it for a little longer, don’t you?”
“…Is, Is that so…?”
“That’s why I like a man who is thick, long, hard, and well-shaped…. I think my ideal man is a strong man who doesn’t budge even when I’m with him…”
Ryohei is perturbed by Junko’s expression of ecstasy. Even though they are drinking, she is talking to her colleague, a school teacher, like this. But at the same time, just listening to Junko and thinking about her famous vagina makes his blood rush to his groin and his pants feel tight.
“Oh, oh…”
“Maybe I’ll go and visit the vice-principal’s house next time. If I wear something a little sexy, will he hold me in his arms? Huhuhu…”
Just as he was about to say, 『What about me?』, Junko said something that made him jump.
“No, that’s not right! The vice-principal and Yoshikawa-sensei…. That’s not right…”
Ryohei is sweating profusely as he desperately argues his case. His body is burning with jealousy. He can’t think of how that man could prey on such a wonderful woman. He, who is more handsome and athletic than that man with the dull appearance, is more suitable for her. With the best woman in the world lying next to him, his penis in his pants is now swollen to the point of being ferocious, and it is fixed in a tight position, causing him to feel both heat and dull pain.
“Oh, why? The vice-principal is single, and so am I. If I were to become addicted to the vice-principal’s sex and become a sex slave like Mr. Saegusa, I don’t think anyone would be troubled, would they?”
Junko sticks out her tongue, which she has moistened with a Bloody Mary, and licks her seductive lips, which are painted red with lipstick.
“Y, you mean that Yoshikawa-sensei is a sex slave…. Th, That’s…that’s true, but…”
“Because, you know, the vice-principal seems like a really impressive guy, right? The other day when I saw him having sex with Saegusa-sensei, he was so big it was amazing, right? And if he has ten or twenty mistresses, I’m so excited that he’ll take care of me until the morning…. Huhuhu”
Junko takes off her glasses and smiles mischievously. Ryohei can’t help but look into her slightly reddened eyes. And something reflected there gradually becomes a vivid image in his brain.
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The vice-principal is standing naked. Junko’s red lips and tongue are licking around the huge meat spear that is standing up from between his legs with a dazed expression. Her long, snake-like tongue twines around the dark, rigid object, stimulating the man’s most sensitive areas. It is slick with saliva and glistens as it is rubbed against the skin. It is so thick that it is almost unbelievable to see it up close. The surface is covered with wriggling, worm-like veins, and Junko’s slender, white fingers are lovingly entwined with it. Her fingers grip it tightly from time to time, as if to confirm its strength, and she slowly handles it back and forth.
At the tip of the long shaft, a huge glans sits arrogantly like a cobra, as if to show off its dark brown, misshapen form. The fleshy gills protrude widely and have a shape that is obviously ferocious, and for a woman who is impaled by this inside her womb, it would be a weapon to slaughter her prey, not a metaphor. However, the woman in front of him, Junko, was gazing lovingly at the evil-looking head of the goose, and was persistently licking it with her long, bright red tongue. It was as if she was trying not to let go of the treasure she had finally obtained after searching for a long time.
Soon, Junko’s fingers became intertwined, and she opened her lips, which were painted bright red with lipstick, and began to suck in the tip of the thing. Meanwhile, her white fingers slowly moved back and forth in time with the movement of her mouth, as if to spin the man’s pleasure. As she does this, her elegant cheeks sink in and her white face sways slowly back and forth. The huge, lumpy thing, which could be called a club, reaches her navel, and Junko’s glazed eyes tell us that she is completely overwhelmed by it. She holds it reverently in both hands and uses her red lips to caress the large tip of it endlessly.
(Aaa…aaaaa…)
Ryohei is so shocked that he can only make sounds in the back of his throat. Then he blinks and the scene changes.
The first thing that catches his eye is a huge pair of breasts that are being attacked from behind and being squeezed and reshaped at will. They are so large that they are pushing through the black lace bra, and each time they change shape in the man’s hands, Junko opens her lips into an O shape and moans. And then there is the exquisite flesh cave that is full of nectar between her legs and squeezes the engorged penis that has been swallowed up. Her white, sweaty body writhes as she is pounded from behind. She sobs and cries like a song, and her troubled expression arouses the sadistic side of the man. The female’s face is completely corrupted by bestial sex. The vice-principal is leisurely raping this exquisite woman.
(Th, That…that…)
The scene of Junko’s body, which he has dreamed of, being violated by the vice-principal’s tremendous hardness and being played with as he pleases, somehow plays back in his mind like a movie, vividly and clearly. As if it were actually happening right in front of him. And as if he were there himself.
(No way…Yoshikawa-sensei…the vice-principal…no way…)
Junko continues to writhe, moan and scream with a lewdness that is a far cry from her usual intelligent face and voice. Despite the fact that the narrow vaginal passage is clenching around the rigid pole that has been swallowed up, the vice-principal is calmly enjoying the exquisite taste of the inside, without appearing to be in a desperate situation. The ferocious flesh umbrella that she had seen up close just a moment ago had spread out and was stimulating every inch of Junko’s insides, and the beautiful woman she had longed for was moaning and writhing in pleasure as if she had gone mad from the stimulation of this other dimension. Junko, who had experienced such pleasure, would never be able to return to her old self. She would never be able to surpass it.
His heart sinks into feelings of inferiority, defeat and despair. And without a care for Ryohei’s disappointment, the illusion in his brain suddenly switches again. The first thing he hears is a woman’s cry, almost a scream.
『There! That’s the weak spot! …The back! The back…is so good! Aaahaaa!!』
When his vision cleared, he found himself in a room that looked like a business hotel. A white naked body was pinned down by a black beast, and was crying and screaming on the bed. That woman was not sad. She was crying out in the joy of flesh. An incredibly huge black pillar of flesh with a sticky white juice at the base was making a squishing sound as it rolled around the pink petals. The woman moans with pleasure as her hips are pounded, and she scratches the man’s back with her nails to convey her pleasure. A silver ring shines on her ring finger. Her white body twitches spasmodically from time to time. It is clear that she has reached orgasm again and again. The woman spreads her white, slender legs as far as she can, and while using her hips to lewdly welcome the man from below, she devours the pleasure with abandon. She ignores Ryohei, who is watching her closely.
『If you keep rubbing there…I’m going to scream…. I can hear you! Iiiiii!!』
The dark-skinned man’s body, which is penetrating her in the missionary position, is firm and toned, and there is a light sheen of sweat on his back. His hip movements are not a simple piston motion, but a complex one that changes the depth, angle and speed with each thrust. He is devouring her white body as he pleases, like a carnivore that has just caught a delicious meal. The woman has been coming and going since the beginning, tossed about by the savage movements, and continues to raise a sweet, melting, sad voice intermingled with screams.
『It’s not the same…oohoooo…. It’s not the same at all…. It’s coming deep…deep…and it’s wriggling around inside…. Aaa…if you do that to me…I’ll go crazy!!』
The woman is comparing it to someone else’s. The man turned out to be the vice-principal, just like before, but the woman is not Junko Yoshikawa, unlike before. She has a slim figure with long limbs, and her silhouette is somehow familiar. At the base of her slender arm, Ryohei can see a black tuft, and on her white finger is a wedding ring with a distinctive design. His heart jumps.
At that moment, he realized that he recognized the layout of the hotel room. It was a business hotel like any other, but he had recently stayed in a room that looked exactly like this one. A chill ran down his spine.
(Who…who is it…? I can’t see their face…. Show me…their face…)
Perhaps Ryohei’s thoughts reached the woman, because she moved her body and raised her arms to embrace the man. The heads that had been lying on top of each other shifted, and the woman’s sweaty face, which had been hidden until then, was finally clearly visible. Her eyebrows were arched into an eight, and she had a bewitching expression as she melted away in ecstasy.
“Aaaaaa! Giboziiiiii!!! Giboziiiinoooooooo!! Oooooo! Iguuuu! Iguiguuuuuuu!”
“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
A shock like lightning runs through his whole body. As soon as he realizes who the woman being raped is, Ryohei can’t help but stand up with a loud bang. In the quiet bar, the other customers look back and frown in wonderment, but the beautiful woman sitting next to him is smiling devilishly with a Bloody Mary in her hand.