[EN] The Perverted teacher is trying to corrupt me, and my fiancé has no idea #08 (Patreon)

<The Perverted teacher is trying to corrupt me, and my fiancé has no idea #08>

The front door closed with a heavy thud behind Tachibana Hayato, who was prostrate on all fours on the cold entryway floor. Yoshino stood frozen in the darkness without turning on the lights. The familiar smell of home, the silhouettes of the small furniture she had chosen, the faint streetlamp light leaking in from outside. Everything was the same, but this space was no longer her sanctuary. It was a stage where a terrible play would unfold, an execution ground that would shatter even her last shred of pride. Behind her, Iwata let out a satisfied laugh.

"Heh... It's quite cozy and nice. Our Yoshino lived alone in a place like this?" He walked into the house without hesitation, standing in the center of the living room as if he owned it. Then, he gestured with his foot toward Tachibana Hayato, who was lying on the floor. "Hey, you. Go stick yourself in that corner. If you make a sound, you're dead." Hayato said nothing and crawled on all fours, truly like a dog, seeping into the darkness of the living room corner. Watching this, no emotion surfaced in Yoshino's eyes anymore.

Iwata approached Yoshino and grabbed her chin, turning it. "Well, now it's just the two of us. You ruined your clothes at the bar earlier, right? It must feel gross, so go wash up. And... change into the sluttiest thing we bought today and come out. You need to show your fiancé bastard just what a lewd bitch you are." His voice was thick with sticky desire. Yoshino nodded blankly and stumbled toward the bathroom.

As she closed the bathroom door, she felt the illusion of being completely cut off from the outside world. But her reflection in the mirror shattered that illusion without mercy. A face stained with alcohol, sweat, and humiliation. The black dress clinging to her body, wet marks clearly visible. She mechanically stripped off her clothes. As the damp dress and stockings peeled away from her skin, the bright red lace lingerie hidden underneath was revealed. Yoshino threw even that aside and stood under the shower. The hot water washed over her body, but the filth engraved on her soul did not wash away.

When Yoshino came out of the shower, she held the most explicit and obscene piece of lingerie among the things Iwata had bought. It was embarrassing to even call it a piece of cloth; it consisted of a black T-string made of a few strands and a bra made of tiny patches of fabric that barely covered her nipples. She put it on without hesitation. In the mirror stood a version of herself looking like a slut, her voluptuous breasts and buttocks almost entirely exposed. Finally, she applied a thick layer of bright red lipstick to her lips. The proper teacher, Fujii Yoshino, died completely in this moment.

When Yoshino opened the bathroom door and stepped into the living room, Iwata was sitting back on the sofa waiting for her. He whistled in satisfaction the moment he saw her. "Damn... This is a total work of art. Your fiancé bastard must be drooling over there by now, huh?" His gaze turned toward the darkness in the corner of the living room. From there, the faint sound of something squelching accompanied by suppressed breathing seemed to be audible. Yoshino tried to ignore the sound and walked up to stand in front of Iwata. She decided to accept the long night that was about to begin on her own terms.

Under the dim light of the living room, Yoshino, fresh from the bathroom, looked like a perverse work of art in herself. The most obscene and explicit lingerie Iwata had bought barely covered her body. Two small patches of black cloth, barely hiding the dark areolas around her nipples, were tied behind her neck with thin strings, and her voluptuous breasts hung naturally due to gravity, boasting a luscious shape. Below, only a T-string with a small triangular piece of cloth in the front was draped over her. Her thick pubic hair wasn't fully covered by that tiny cloth and peeked out the sides, and her voluptuous buttocks and butt crack were exposed nakedly. Her body, just washed, was not yet fully dry and glistened under the dim light, and the thickly applied bright red lipstick was eerily vivid on her pale face.

"Damn... Fuck, you're a total slut." Iwata, leaning back on the sofa, spat out a vulgar exclamation and stood up. He approached Yoshino and looked over her body as if appraising a beast. When his thick hand grabbed and kneaded her buttocks, Yoshino's body flinched. He smiled with satisfaction and nodded toward the darkness in the corner of the living room. "Hey, Tachibana Hayato. Watch closely. Look at the state of the bitch you wanted to suck every night. Don't blink, because we're just getting started." From the darkness, a choking sound like a hiccup and the rustling of pants being lowered could be heard.

Iwata roughly pushed Yoshino down onto the thick rug in the middle of the living room. Then he flipped her over, making her get on all fours. Yoshino's voluptuous buttocks rose lusciously before his eyes. He sat down with a thud behind her and first gently swept down along her butt crack with his finger. Yoshino's shoulders trembled every time his touch landed. His finger soon found the secret entrance between her buttocks, her pussy, and began to rummage through it wetly. "Hngh..." A suppressed moan leaked from Yoshino's mouth.

As his finger stirred inside, her already broken-in body reacted instantly. The inside of her pussy quickly became soaked with slippery love juices, making squelching sounds every time his finger moved in and out. Iwata enjoyed the sound and whispered into the ear of the prostrate woman. "Look at you dripping already. Do you like me that much? Huh? Your fiancé bastard must be watching all the honey coming out of your pussy right now." At his words, Yoshino buried her face in the rug out of shame. But mixed with Tachibana Hayato's rough breathing from the corner and his hand molesting her pussy, the humiliation soon transformed into a tingling pleasure.

"Alright, now I'll feed you something really delicious." Iwata unbuckled his pants and pulled out his massive meat rod, red and swollen. He positioned himself behind Yoshino and grabbed her waist firmly. Then, without any warning, he thrust his thing into her pussy, glistening with slippery juices, in one go. "Gah!" Yoshino swallowed a scream and arched her back. Along with the pain of a full foreign object piercing her insides, a sense of fullness she had never experienced before washed over her simultaneously.

Iwata immediately began to move his hips. Thwack, thwack, thwack! Heavy and dull sounds filled the quiet living room. He grabbed Yoshino's hair and forced her head to turn toward the corner of the living room. "Look, you bitch! Think about what your fiancé bastard is thinking while watching you! Watching you moan and squeal because you love another guy's cock!" As he said, she felt Tachibana Hayato's gaze from the darkness. That fact drove Yoshino mad. In a vortex of shame, immorality, and unstoppable pleasure, her reason was completely paralyzed.

"Ah... Aah! Haa, hnnng...!" She couldn't hold back the moans anymore. She pushed her hips back in rhythm with Iwata's movements, taking his cock even deeper. Vulgar cries burst from her lips, and her body was completely consumed by pleasure. A smile of total victory appeared on Iwata's face as he watched. From the corner of the living room, along with Tachibana Hayato's rough panting that he could no longer hide, a wet friction sound rang out faintly. Inside this small apartment, the twisted desires of three people were mixing together to paint a picture of hell.

In the darkness of the living room corner, Tachibana Hayato held his smartphone with trembling hands. Touching the screen, a faint light illuminated his face. He launched the camera app and focused the lens on the beast-like mating scene unfolding in the center of the living room. On the screen, the fiancée he loved was on all fours, taking another man's massive cock. Every time her voluptuous buttocks shook violently, the thin strings of her mesh panties dug into her flesh, and the sight was an obscenity bordering on art. His heart began to beat like crazy. The front of his pants was already damp with sticky liquid. This was the most perfect and terrible landscape of immorality he had dreamed of for a long time.

Iwata's thrusting showed no sign of stopping. He slapped Yoshino's buttocks with a smack and thrust deeper and faster. "Hngh! Ah, ah! Th-there... too... deep...!" Yoshino didn't even try to suppress her moans anymore. Cries she couldn't control flowed ceaselessly from her mouth as pleasure burst forth. The strings of reason and shame had snapped long ago. All her nerves were focused solely on the sensation of the hot, massive meat rod ravaging the inside of her pussy.

"What do you mean deep, you bitch! Your pussy is swallowing my whole cock!" Iwata shouted, panting. He forced Yoshino's upper body up, grabbed her sagging breasts with both hands, and kneaded them. "Your fiancé bastard is filming everything! Cry more lewdly! Show him exactly what a slut you are!" At his words, Yoshino inadvertently turned her head to look into the darkness. There, she saw the small lens of the smartphone shining like a flash. Tachibana Hayato was recording her most ugly and obscene state.

At that moment, what pierced Yoshino's body wasn't shame. Rather, a strange excitement and spite surged up. Fine, look. Film it. This is exactly what you wanted. Confirm with your own eyes just how miserable and pathetic a human being you are. Her eyes turned vicious. She no longer reacted passively to Iwata's movements. Instead, she rotated her hips and twisted her waist herself, accepting his cock deeper and tightening around it. "Haa... Haa... Harder... Fuck me harder... Ahhh!" She whispered pleadingly to Iwata. That voice must have been clearly audible to Tachibana Hayato in the darkness as well.

Yoshino's provocative plea burned away the last of Iwata's reason. "Ugh... You... You whore...!" He vomited a beast-like groan, grabbed Yoshino's buttocks tightly with both hands, and thrust madly from below. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! It was no longer just the sound of flesh hitting flesh. A dull, violent noise, like bones colliding, shook Yoshino's apartment. Yoshino's body shook helplessly in time with his movements. Her hair was wet with sweat and clung to her face and back, and screams mixing pleasure and pain burst from her mouth incessantly.

"Haaang! Ah! Ah! More, more... fuck me... Teacher... your cock... feels so good... Oohhh!" She no longer even realized what she was saying. Her mind was filled with only one sensation: the massive meat rod piercing her pussy and crushing her cervix. She didn't want to escape this pleasure. No, she wanted to stay submerged in this sensation forever.

At her explicit cries, Tachibana Hayato's breathing in the darkness became even rougher. Watching the scene unfold through the smartphone screen, he gripped his already ejaculated member in his pants tighter and shook it. The Yoshino on the screen was no longer the Yoshino he knew. She was just a bitch completely surrendered to pleasure, a slut coveting another man's cock. But that very image was perfectly satisfying his deepest, ugliest desires. He wished this moment would never end.

Iwata, even more aroused by Yoshino's reaction, pressed down hard on her back and made her lift her buttocks even higher. That position opened her pussy deeper, and his cock now dug into her deepest parts without obstruction. "Ah... Aaaah! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! I-I... I think I'm gonna go... Aaaaaah!" Yoshino screamed and arched her back like a bow. Her pussy spasmed hotly and squeezed Iwata's cock. Her love juices gushed out, gurgling, and flowed down his cock to wet the rug.

Yoshino's orgasm became a signal for Iwata as well. "Ugh... You bitch, let's go together!" Squeezing out his last remaining strength, he began to pour everything he had into Yoshino's pussy. Hot, thick semen sprayed deep into her womb. Yoshino felt the aftershocks, trembling again at the sensation of his semen filling her up.

When it was all over, Iwata pulled his thing out of Yoshino's body, gasping for breath. Yoshino, completely drained of strength, collapsed onto the rug as if limp. Between her legs, Iwata's semen and her love juices mixed and flowed down stickily. Her body, covered in sweat and fluids, was as wretched as a battlefield after a fierce war. The living room was filled only with the rough breathing of three people and the smell of wet fluids. And in the darkness, only the small lens of the smartphone, which had captured every bit of this scene, was still shining coldly.

The living room fell into silence. Only the rough breathing of three people and the sticky smell of fluids drying on the rug filled the space. Yoshino, who had been on all fours like a beast, collapsed on the rug, completely drained, and panted. Her once voluptuous buttocks were smeared with a mixture of Iwata's semen and her own juices, glistening, and the torn lingerie straps dug into her skin, leaving red marks. Her sweat-soaked body trembled faintly from the afterglow of ejaculation.

Iwata let out a satisfied sigh and casually wiped his sweat-glistening meat rod with his hand. He leaned back on the sofa again, put a cigarette in his mouth, and lit it. Hazy cigarette smoke wrapped around his face, but the eyes visible through it were still scanning Yoshino's body greedily. He jerked his chin toward Yoshino lying on the floor. "You look like a mess. Still, it's a nice view. You've become a total slut."

Yoshino didn't even have the energy to react to his words. She just stared blankly at a faint stain on the ceiling. Her body felt heavy and languid, but her mind was strangely clear. Emotions like shame or disgust had worn away and disappeared long ago. In their place remained only a hollow emptiness and the strange tranquility of someone who had given up on everything.

Then, a rustling sound came from the darkness in the corner of the living room. It was Tachibana Hayato. He pulled up his pants with trembling hands, shoved his smartphone into his pocket, and walked out of the darkness. His face was glistening with sweat and lust, and his eyes were still unfocused. Glancing at Iwata, he approached Yoshino, who was sprawled on the rug. His gaze was fixed on the white liquid flowing out from between Yoshino's legs and down her butt crack.

"Um... Sir..." Hayato called out to Iwata in a crawling voice. "I... I also... with Yoshino..." He couldn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was all too clear. Iwata exhaled a long stream of cigarette smoke and looked at him as if he were pathetic. "What? You want to fuck her too? Ha, you retard. Who are you to talk about turns?" He chuckled and nudged Yoshino, who was lying on the floor, with his foot. "Hey, slut. Your fiancé bastard says he wants to do it with you once. What do you say? Gonna let him?"

Yoshino slowly turned her head to look at the two men looking down at her. One was the man who had violated and conquered her. The other was the man who got aroused watching it and now wanted to covet her in turn. A very faint smile, like a sneer, appeared at the corners of her mouth.

The faint smile on Yoshino's lips overlapped with the merciful smile of the Virgin Mary, yet its essence was the opposite—like the sneer of a demon. She struggled to lift her upper body from where she lay sprawled on the floor. Sweat and fluids flowing down her cleavage glistened on her reddened skin. Her gaze was no longer that of a humiliated loser. It held the emptiness of someone who had let go of everything, and a cold contempt that bloomed within that emptiness. She opened her parched lips toward Tachibana Hayato, who was looking down at her with longing eyes.

"You...? How dare you?"

Her voice was cracked and hoarse, but the chill within it was enough to freeze Tachibana Hayato's spine. "Who do you think you are? A bug crawling out from somewhere, coveting me?" She burst into a scornful laugh. The sound was desperate yet grotesque. "Do you like my body that much? Does your dirty cock get hard seeing me moan and get fucked under another man? Calling yourself a man." She pointed between her legs. "Look. This is what you wanted to see so badly. My pussy filled with that man's semen. You want it? Wake up, you retard. You're just a perverted voyeur stuck in the corner watching. You don't have the right to lay a single finger on me."

The color drained from Tachibana Hayato's face. The vulgar and insulting words pouring from Yoshino's mouth were like sharp blades castrating the last of his masculinity. He couldn't say a word and just backed away with a pale face.

Watching this whole scene, Iwata burst into satisfied laughter. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, rose from the sofa, and approached Tachibana Hayato. Then he lightly tapped his cheek with his palm. "Did you hear that, you bastard? Our Yoshino says she hates bugs like you. She saw it exactly right. You're just a perverted voyeur."

Iwata grabbed Tachibana Hayato by the collar and pulled him close. His eyes shone menacingly. "Listen closely from now on. Fujii Yoshino is mine now. From head to toe, even every drop of honey coming out of that bitch's pussy belongs to me. Don't you dare act like a lover, and don't even think about lifting a finger. You can't meet her or contact her without my permission."

He roughly shoved Tachibana Hayato away. "You're allowed exactly one thing. Like today, sit in the corner and watch quietly while I fuck this bitch. Watch with your own two eyes how your fiancée gets ruined by the taste of my cock. That is your role. If you understand, get the fuck out."

Iwata's declaration was like an absolute verdict. Tachibana Hayato, unable to offer any resistance, bowed his head and stumbled toward the front door. After he left, only Yoshino and Iwata remained in the house. Iwata looked down at Yoshino sitting on the floor. "Very well done. My bitch, you're finally starting to understand." He lifted Yoshino's chin and pressed his lips against her bright red ones. His mouth tasted of strong tobacco and the scent of a victor.