Chapter 28

On the wooden table in the tatami room, Narashita Tate lay listlessly on her side, her face still bearing traces of tears. Her bra was nowhere to be found, and her beautiful breasts were covered with my saliva and red marks from scratches and bites. Her white school uniform skirt was rolled up high at her waist.

Her beautiful legs in red stockings were tightly pressed together, the crotch of the torn stockings revealing her pink labia slightly swollen and red from being dry. Fortunately, the lubrication from my semen helped them recover somewhat, and a sticky liquid mixed with…