11: Chapter 5: Masumi Kamuro, Masumi Kamuro, Complete Corruption
For Masumi Kamuro, it wasn’t particularly that she wanted alcohol.
The act of stealing itself didn’t have any particular meaning either.
Still, on that day—Kamuro did it.
Even she probably couldn’t explain well why she did it.
Despite being able to enter an elite high school and starting what would generally be called a smooth sailing high school life.
There was no reason to do such a thing when she received an allowance equivalent to 100,000 yen.
An impulsive action she couldn’t verbalize herself.
What was the root of that impulse?
Why was Kamuro always irritated?
Before she could find an answer to that reason, Kamuro met that man.
When he suggested she surrender her body with the evidence of shoplifting as a hostage, Kamuro mocked him inwardly, laughing as if he were an idiot.
There was no reason to obey.
He could go ahead and tell the school about the shoplifting or do whatever he liked.
She could have told him that.
And yet, for some reason, Kamuro didn’t do it, and as the man ordered, she lifted her skirt and let him touch her.
Masumi Kamuro was a strikingly beautiful girl even among the elite students of Advanced Nurturing High School.
She had thigh-length purple hair tied in a long ponytail on the right side with bangs swept to the right side, framing a sharp and elegant face with high cheekbones, cool purple eyes that usually carried a disdainful, composed gaze, and soft, full lips that rarely curved into a genuine smile.
Her body was perfectly proportioned—tall and slender with alluring curves: full, firm D-cup breasts that pushed proudly against her crisp white school blouse, a narrow waist that accentuated her wide, womanly hips, and long, toned legs that made her short pleated uniform skirt look even shorter.
Her skin was smooth and pale, almost translucent under the classroom lights, with a subtle healthy flush that appeared whenever her emotions ran high.
It was true that as a girl of age, she had a bit of curiosity about such things, but the main reason she obeyed was the mobile terminal in her pocket.
The man didn’t notice the existence of the mobile terminal where she had activated a recording app at an opportune moment…
or so she thought.
If she could grab the fact that he threatened and touched Kamuro as evidence, the situation would be reversed.
A shoplifting girl versus a man who used that fact as material for blackmail to touch her body—which one would be in more trouble if the matter was brought to the school?
Sneering like that inwardly, both to get evidence and to satisfy a bit of curiosity, Kamuro surrendered her body to Kasuga Kuzu—
“──Ah, ngh, nnn-ngh!!” This story is hosted at g.com.
“Oh, she came, she came.
Once you go once, the rest is easy.
Now, I wonder how many times I can make her cum…
well, let’s see how far I can go.”
She ended up regretting that judgment immediately.
(What is with this guy!
So easily…!
I didn’t know anything like that!)
She had a normal amount of interest in sex.
But she had only masturbated a few times.
Because she wasn’t good at being inside her house.
So, she didn’t feel like she could do it in the first place.
It was reasonably pleasant, and she thought that was just how it was.
It was completely different.
The pleasure given by that man wasn’t anything like that.
His thick, calloused fingers expertly teased her sensitive folds through her dampening panties, then slipped beneath the fabric to stroke her swollen clit with precise, relentless circles.
Kamuro’s elegant thighs trembled violently as waves of unfamiliar ecstasy crashed through her toned body.
Her full D-cup breasts heaved under the tight school blouse, nipples hardening into stiff peaks that poked visibly against the thin material.
Her usually cool purple eyes rolled back slightly, thigh-length purple ponytail swaying as her bangs stuck to her flushed cheeks while she bit her full lower lip to stifle her moans in the quiet corner of the elite school building.
“Phew, I guess I’ll stop here…
Well, this is enough for today.
You should probably check the contents of that recording app properly later.”
That is the only thing she remembers being told at the end.
She didn’t remember exactly how many times she was made to cum, but by checking the contents of the recording app she had hidden to use as a weapon to threaten him—she learned the truth.
Was the Kamuro who was just a voice really herself…
she was gasping in a sweet voice to the point of questioning it.
From then on, that man began to touch Kamuro’s body using the promise as a shield at every opportunity. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Regardless of the place or time.
She knew it was dangerous.
Because that man was too good.
Her body was being developed more and more…
no, that’s not it.
It was a sensation like being polished as a woman.
It wasn’t scary; it felt very good, and it felt like she was going to be absorbed into it…
and she actually was absorbed.
It was a sensation like falling into a very pleasant bottomless swamp.
Even if she thought it was bad to continue like this, in the end, Kamuro obeyed that man and surrendered her body.
A body that was becoming more and more sensitive.
Before she knew it, she was even surprised when she started to get moist just by thinking that she would see that man.
Her own sexual organ had become that man’s.
She felt that way.
She thought it was a stupid idea, but it really felt like that.
Developed by that man, Kamuro’s body became easy to feel; she was made to realize her weak points by being made to cum many times by hand.
Despite that, masturbation no longer went well.
Unlike when she did it in the past, she felt it many times more.
That should have been unmistakable, but—
(No, no, no, it’s not like this.
It’s more pleasant, and his fingers are craggy and thick…!)
She managed to cum, but it wasn’t the pleasure that Kamuro knew.
Kamuro’s body was no longer Kamuro’s; it had come to know an existence that knew that body better than she did.
And that man easily saw through Kamuro.
Whether she had masturbated or not, and even down to the number of times.
(At first, I thought, ‘What kind of stupid thing is he saying?’…
but to be seen through so accurately.)