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But at least there was no real-world hands-on training right away.
The "snap snap" sounds also came from whips and props.
Miyuki also turned her gaze to Shirakawa Natsu, shook her head to indicate that she had no interest in SM, and looked at him questioningly.
“I’m not a pervert.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged as well. “Besides, I think that if you’re going to do something like this, you should find a secluded place at home.”
His gaze fell on Tomoko Kimura in the crowd; her situation was difficult to judge as good or bad by worldly standards.
A mature woman wearing stockings and high heels that were at least ten centimeters high stepped behind her.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it; the high heels had sunk at least 8cm, with only a small section of the heel sticking out.
Mature women don't just step on you; they go in and out.
Tomoko Kimura's expression was also strange; her eyes were filled with pain, her lips seemed to be smiling, and saliva was drooling from the corner of her mouth, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"So is this a reward for him or not?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked with a strange expression. She took out her phone and saw that Kimura Tomoko's health bar had gone from being completely frozen to only five percent remaining.
Just as he planned, Tomoko Kimura is slowly losing her blonde heart.
Ultimately, the blond-haired guy takes the initiative, while Kimura Tomoko, once she is trained and her XP is changed, becoming someone else's slave, loses her qualification as a blond-haired guy.
Shirakawa Natsu wasn't in a hurry to leave; he needed to stay here and give her a push when the time was right.
He pulled Miyuki back, trying to get away from the people who were caught up in the revelry.
Masako walked over in high heels, holding a glass filled with an unidentifiable liquid: "Guest, your friend has experienced ultimate pleasure."
She pointed at Tomoko Kimura.
Just as she said, Tomoko Kimura had completely fallen into a strange state, panting heavily as the mature woman stepped on her back.
"Hmm, I admit, you have a good technique." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her; Masako's bra was nowhere to be found, and her entire breasts were exposed in the darkness.
She wore lace stockings and panties on her lower body, and changed into a pair of black high heels. The shoes matched the color of the stockings, giving her an unusual allure in the dark.
"However, I still don't have much sexual interest in SM."
Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. He didn't want to open the door to this world, feeling that something terrible would happen.
Yako chuckled, walked up to him, and lightly touched his toes with the tip of her high heel. She leaned forward, bent her right leg, and her stocking brushed against his knee.
The scent emanating from her body simultaneously wafted into Shirakawa Natsu's nose.
"You're still here; your body has already given the most honest response, hasn't it?"
Masako ran her fingers across his chest: "Be honest with your heart, face your desires, and embrace your true soul that yearns for the most. This is not something to hide."
"..." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Kimura Tomoko out of the corner of his eye. He stayed on the ground purely to wait for Kimura Tomoko to be completely ruined.
But of course he wouldn't say such a thing.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Masako smiled and stroked his chest down: "Don't suppress yourself, show your true nature. We all have a common purpose here, which is... release!"
She spread her arms wide: "Let go of those dark, hidden, and filthy desires deep within your heart. Here, you are no longer the person you are outside; you are a completely new individual. Unleash your sins to the fullest, and no one will laugh at you because... everyone here is the same."
Masako stared intently at Shirakawa Natsu, waiting for his response.
Shirakawa Natsu was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I admit I'm a little tempted."
“You’ll be surprised by your decision.” Masako glanced almost imperceptibly at Miyuki beside her, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes beneath the mask.
"But you should know that this is my first time doing SM, so I'm a little shy here." Shirakawa Natsumi scratched the back of her head, looking embarrassed and awkward.
Masako nodded: "Of course, when I first started, I challenged myself to go out without underwear, and I stood in the entryway for three hours."
She pointed to one side: "Let's go to that room over there. It's the private space that was originally prepared for the newlyweds."
After saying that, Masako shrugged: "Of course, it's been a long time since we've used it. After all, those who can enter our circle are all people of high status. They are companions who truly pursue the ultimate in SM, rather than simply using SM as a way to release sexual tension. Moreover, SM needs an audience. Only under everyone's gaze can it achieve the ultimate release."
"Oh~" Shirakawa Natsu closed one eye and pointed to Kimura Tomoko's location: "I think they're having a lot of fun."
Tomoko Kimura was being stepped on from behind, but in front of her was a man who had taken off his pants, was holding her head, and was doing something indescribable.
Shirakawa Natsumi found it hard to imagine whether this man would become impotent if he knew that the person biting Kimura Tomoko was a man.
To his surprise, Tomoko Kimura did not resist men at all.
A fleeting hint of embarrassment crossed Masako's eyes: "This kind of direct 'sex' is also part of SM."
"Okay, let's go." Shirakawa Natsumi took Miyuki's hand and walked towards the private room that Masako pointed to.
"Please follow me." A look of delight flashed in Masako's eyes as she glanced at Shirakawa Natsu's hips, raised her head, and led the way in her high heels.
The three of them went around the hall and entered a side room.
Masako turned on the light. It was a standard hotel double room, but there was only one bed. In the other place where the bed was, there was a rocking horse and a cross. There was a bathtub, and there was a display cabinet on the wall filled with various props.
“Let’s begin.” Masako looked at Shirakawa Natsu.
"Ah, sorry, I guess I'm still a bit shy." Shirakawa Natsume's plan was simple: stall for time, checking his phone every now and then. If he saw that Kimura Tomoko's health bar wasn't decreasing, he would make his move.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at Masako: "Could you let me and her stay here alone?"
He had an expression that said, "Please ask Masako to leave, and I'll play by myself."
As expected, Masako's face darkened. Good grief, they played without calling me.
She looked at Miyuki: "Without guidance, one cannot truly experience the joy of SM, and is also prone to injury."
Shirakawa Natsu subtly signaled to Miyuki, indicating that she should find a reason to kick her out.
Mi no Shi understood and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the meaning in his eyes.
She stepped forward, forcefully lifted Masako's chin, looked down into her eyes, and said in a strong and magnetic voice, "Try it with your body."
Chapter 585 Final Victory
Miyuki stared down at Masako, her gaze like a sharp sword. Masako stared blankly into her eyes, her cheeks gradually flushing red. Then, she looked away, avoiding Miyuki's piercing gaze, her voice shy and timid: "Okay..."
Miyuki let go of her hand, turned her head, and gave her a "done" look.
Shirakawa Natsu stared in disbelief, his mouth agape, trying to explain that he only wanted to kick Masako out, not to engage in any SM activities.
But saying anything more now would be like trying to have a virtuous woman while being a prostitute.
Shirakawa Natsu sighed softly, looked at Masako, and some wicked thoughts deep within her were stirred up by reality: "Where to begin?"
To say that I have absolutely no interest in S would be incredibly hypocritical.
He simply suppressed his sexual desire with reason.
Masako covered her lips with the back of her hand to hide the panic in her eyes.
Her gaze swept back and forth between the two men with a complex expression. She was a veteran of many battles, and for a moment just now, she felt as if her mind had been bewitched, and she didn't want to refuse this handsome woman.
Miyuki looked at her again.
Masako felt a pang of panic as she was being stared at, and turned her face away: "If it's your first time, we can start with the most basic bondage."
She took a rope from a cabinet and handed it to Miyuki.
An unnatural blush appeared on her cheeks, and she stole glances at Miyuki out of the corner of her eye, her eyes filled with expectation.
Miyuki turned to look at Shirakawa Natsu.
Shirakawa Natsu nodded, instructing her to impersonate S.
Miyuki took the rope and looked Masako over.
Masako was shirtless, wearing only a pair of suspender pantyhose. She looked down at the rope in Mikoto's hand, avoiding eye contact.
She put her hands behind her back: "The most basic binding starts with the hands and feet."
Miyu walked behind her and had the rope wrap around her hands, binding them together.
“Then the feet,” Masako instructed, keeping her head down.
Shirakawa Natsu sat down on a chair, crossed her legs, and took out her phone. On the screen, Kimura Tomoko's health bar was slowly decreasing.
Just as he planned.
Shirakawa Natsu leaned back slightly; in a sense, Masako might actually be the kind of talent he needed.
Dump these difficult guys on her.
There's a pretty high chance she'll train and turn him into a sex slave.
Mikoto was very capable. Under Masako's command, she easily tied Mikoto's hands behind her back, then bent her legs behind her back with the rope, and tied her calves and thighs together from the ankles.
Then the rope passed under her crotch, around her chest, and circled her chest twice on each side.
Miyuki grabbed the rope and pulled hard.
The rope tightened instantly.
"Ah?!" Masako cried out in pain, gasping for breath.
Shirakawa Natsu calmly watched this scene. It has to be said that Masako herself was very sexy in her stockings, and with her black silk legs tied behind her back, she had a strange sense of fragility.
A sexy woman with her hands and feet bound together, unable to move, allows you to do whatever you fantasize about on her body.
Deep within, a primal, violent urge was stirred by this sensual body.
Shirakawa Natsumi remained relatively calm and managed to suppress this impulse.
Masako's skin was marked with rope marks, her mouth was open, and she was panting heavily. Although she hadn't done anything, a strange and ambiguous feeling permeated the air.
Her eyes were fixed on Miyuki, filled with expectation and longing.
A smile played on Miyuki's lips, his eyes filled with amusement, more curiosity than "sex," as he casually surveyed the woman bound beneath him.
As Masako was stared at with such a contemptuous gaze, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her body struggled restlessly.
Even with his body bound, he continued to struggle, rubbing against her, his eyes fixed on Miyuki, his expression shifting from initial wariness to yearning, longing for a response.
Miyuki didn't speak, just looked at her calmly, her eyes like those of someone observing a small animal in a petri dish.
Upon seeing this, Shirakawa Natsu stood up, walked behind Mino Shiki, wrapped her arms around her waist, and let her hands roam over Mino Shiki's body.
Masako's pleading expression turned to astonishment, then disbelief, like a goddess kneeling down to lick the tips of a shoe, being groped by a blond-haired man.
In fact, Shirakawa Natsu did not rub her breasts, and Mino Shiki's breasts are not actually that big.
He merely kissed Miyuki's neck.
Miyuki understood what he meant, turned her head, and kissed him.
Masako's eyes were dazed, then filled with rage as the master she craved was kissing another man.
Shirakawa Natsu closed one eye, pressed down on Miyuki's head, and she understood. She squatted down, unzipped his pants, and then opened her mouth.
"No...no!" Masako's expression was no less than that of someone whose faith had collapsed.
But Miyuki, of course, didn't listen to her shouts and didn't stop moving at all.
Because her canine teeth are longer than the average woman's, she has to be extra careful with her movements.
Shirakawa Natsu always felt that Minoki had no talent. The two of them had spent so many time together, yet he hadn't made any progress, let alone the fact that his aunt's tongue was so muddy and suggestive.
Even Sister Cai is gentle and makes people feel comfortable.
Mikoto is handsome, and watching a cool and mature woman work hard gives you an indescribable sense of conquest.
Shirakawa Natsu pressed her hands against Miyuki's head, keeping a close eye on Masako's expression.
Her face showed a complete breakdown.
Shirakawa Natsu knew about her little scheme from the beginning. After seeing Miyuki in the store, she wanted to train and teach her, which is why she handed over her business card.
Then they lured the two of them here.
But during their eye contact just now, she changed from S to M, wanting to acknowledge Miyuki as her master.
It's also possible that she was a submissive from the beginning and was always looking for a suitable master.
Seeing his perfect master kneeling and lying on top of another man, his faith crumbled in an instant.
Masako's expression shifted from shock to disbelief to pain.
Now another expression gradually appeared on her face, somewhere between pain and arousal.
Shirakawa Natsu raised an eyebrow. He was familiar with that expression; it was probably the complex look of someone seeing their beloved goddess under a blond-haired man, experiencing both arousal and pain.
Masako rubbed her body against the bed.