[Rape after coma] (Adult rape and abuse novel)

Rape after coma

Ishiguro Fumio was stripping off Yamaba Yumi's clothes. After looking at her body, he quickly took off his clothes.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Ishiguro looked at Yumi with his drunken and red eyes. He looked clearly at the body of the 24-year-old beautiful teacher. Looking at her sensual beauty, Ishiguro felt a strange feeling and his face flushed with excitement.

In the evening, at the farewell party of his fellow teachers, Ishiguro was also present. He took advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention and drugged Yumi's drink.

It is a secret Chinese paralytic medicine. Yumi at the table was determined not to think too much. As long as Ishiguro pretended to persuade her to drink the last glass, his plan would succeed.

Yumi came out of the banquet and was walking in the corridor when Ishiguro followed her.

Yumei's elegant eyes turned red due to the alcohol, and her chest was ringing.

Yumei felt a little uncomfortable, so she left the table and wanted to go to the dressing room. She felt that her walking was strange, and she held on to the wall with every step. She thought:

Did I drink too much today? Why are you so drunk?

Just as I was thinking about it, I fell down. Ishiguro quickly approached Yumi's body and put his hand on her shoulder. Yumi lost consciousness and fell on Ishiguro's wrist.

The sweet scent of lotion and the soft flesh stimulated Ishiguro. Ishiguro held Yumi and left the farewell venue with ulterior motives.

Yumei was unconscious, but she had a vague feeling as if her feet were off the ground and she was flying in the clouds.

Ishiguro, who was holding Yumi, kept his eyes on Yumi's feet who was wearing a pure white skirt. Those were a pair of well-proportioned legs with beautiful curves.

Ishiguro carried the unconscious Yumi into another room.

Ishiguro laid her down on the bed and looked down at Yumi's drunken appearance. Her red face was so beautiful.

He unbuttoned her clothes without hesitation and took off her stockings. He was so busy that in just a few strokes, he had stripped Yumei naked.

He threw the silk dress on her body to the ground, looked at her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and finally took off the white bra. .

The buttocks, which were as high as two small mountains, combined with the snake-like waist, looked like an upside-down gourd. The retracted belly button made her look incredibly beautiful. The skin all over her body was white and rosy, and seemed so delicate that it could be blown away.

His eyes were fixed on her, and he looked like he was about to drool. He quickly took off all his clothes.

Ishiguro opened his thick lips that looked like rotten flesh, sprayed perfume in his mouth, and then licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue. At this time, he was drooling because of the beauty in front of him.

Yumi looked like she was sleeping, her eyelashes closed and her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Ishiguro's face was buried in Yumi's shoulder.

His tongue caressed her shoulders and then licked her cheeks like delicious food. Her snow-white skin was covered with Ishiguro's saliva.

When Ishiguro saw Yumi's sculptured body, his heart began to pound, his mouth was dry, his eyes were wide open, he was like a drunken lunatic, and as crazy as a madman.

Ishiguro buried his head in her arms and began to stroke the valley between Yumi's two peaks with his hands.

One of his hands was wrapped around a white, plump breast, kneading it, rubbing the nipples with his fingertips, shaking them wildly. The breasts were very elastic and began to respond in Ishiguro's palm.

He grinned lasciviously and moved his gaze to her lower body, looking at her thighs below the waist and her erogenous zones, which he gently stroked with his hands.

He caressed boldly, his hand caressing the groin of the thigh, touching the skin of the woman's body, and caressing the pink mysterious area. Her body could not withstand such teasing from a man. Yumei, who was in her sleep, unconsciously let out intermittent moans.

Ishiguro licked the red cheeks and extended his tongue to the sensitive ears. He bit her ear, stuck his tongue inside, and began to suck and lick it, blowing the wild breath into her ear, scratching the ear hole with the tip of his tongue, and Yumi's body moved.

Yumei felt a bit dazed, her shoulders and ears were wet! She didn't know when, but a bad smell was stirring on her skin again.

She felt her breathing quicken, a strange pressure pressing on her chest, and she felt her breasts being rubbed forcefully.

(Ah. What happened? I...)

Yumi's mind was fuzzy and a feeling of uneasiness came over her.

Her lower body felt cool. There is a feeling of fingertips touching the inner thigh, fingers stimulating the crotch, and fingers wandering over the sensitive parts of the female body.

On the other hand, Yumei also felt an inexplicable sound in her ear acupoint, and a warm breath blowing into her ear acupoint like the wind. Unpleasantness enveloped her whole body.

She squinted her eyes and felt a small light floating above her head in the dim room.

She felt uneasy when she heard the chaotic breathing sound again. She tilted her head and saw a shocking situation.

A naked man was rubbing her breasts with one hand, his head resting between her legs, licking her toes with his tongue.

Yumi looked at the man's face. She felt intense anger in her chest. Her body was ravaged. And this man turned out to be the Dean of Academic Affairs: Ishiguro Fumio.

"Ah! What are you doing? Dean of Academic Affairs!"

Yumi cried out.

"Oh! You're awake, you know, you were too drunk."

Ishiguro looked lustful, touching Yumi lovingly, combing her long black hair with one hand, and spoke calmly.

The other hand was stroking the waist in a perverse manner, caressing the pink lower body fiercely. Yumi's lower body exuded a rich scent that she couldn't suppress.

"No! Stop touching me."

Ishiguro's hand pressed down Yumi who was trying to escape, and Yumi resisted with all her strength. The hands of the man she hated were touching her boneless flesh.

"You...what happened to me?"

(Is this a hotel? Why am I here? Can’t I escape?

Yumi cried anxiously.

"Oh! Don't you remember? You left to say goodbye and then passed out in the hallway. I brought you here."

When Yumei heard this, she was very desperate. She wailed and resisted. Who could come to help her? All her fellow teachers had gone there.

"It doesn't matter! You look good without clothes, too."

Ishiguro leaned against her lower body, his eyes searching her naked body, while Yumi calmly looked around the room, trying to think of a way to escape. Seeing the scattered clothes in the corner and Ishiguro's clothes, Yumei became more and more angry and became furious again.

"Where are my clothes? Why are you taking them off? You are so rude! Please let me go, please!"

At this time, a smile appeared on Ishiguro's lips, and she looked at her white and soft skin with her bloodshot eyes.

"Ah! Why can't I move my body?"

Yumi felt her body go numb as Ishiguro's hands played with her lower body, reaching for her mysterious area covered in pubic hair.

"Oh! No! No! You dirty man."

Ishiguro's fingertips rubbed the woman's secret cave, and Yumi wailed. Ishiguro's hands pressed down Yumi's moving hands and feet, making her whole body unable to move.

"Ah! Don't treat me like this!"

"Shh! Shh! Be good!"

She looked at the man in front of her and felt so humiliated! Big tears were left in Yumi's clear and beautiful pupils.

Yumi cried, igniting Ishiguro's sadistic lust. His hand once again invaded the base of the thigh, and his fingers moved in Yumei's garden, stroking it forcefully.

"Don't cry! It's not scary, it makes you feel comfortable."

Ishiguro's voice rang in her ears, whispering like a cat, soothing her. Yumi feels very? My heart and body are shaking.

Ishiguro slowly played with the teasing of his hands. His fingertips pressed against her split vulva, kneading the flesh, sometimes folding back, moving above the crack, toward the pistil, and beginning to stimulate it.

Ishiguro had long planned how to attack Yumi's mature body. He completely ignored Yumi's crying and begging.

“No! No! No…”