(Chapter 7) I Want To Get Raped In A Reverse Moral World

My First Titty-Fuck Rape

The air crackled with a mixture of excitement and malice. "You really do have the goods, huh?♡" A sly grin spread across Sakura's face, her eyes twinkling. "Just as I expected, you're quite the package, babe.♡ Your body is just divine.♡"

Myasan, his face flushed and eyes wide, leaned back into the pleasure, wanting nothing more than to be taken. His anticipation was a palpable wave, radiating off of him.

"Your little guy is pretty cocky, isn't he?♡ Come now, be a good boy.♡" Harada chuckled, her fingers playfully tapping against Myasan's hardened flesh.

'Stop it... please, stop... don't tease me...' (Translation: Go on, do it more!)

"Don't touch me...!" Myasan managed to squeak out, his voice laced with defiance.

'Alright, I'll make a show of resisting! (Sarcastically)'

"Yes, yes, be quiet now." Harada said, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Ugh...?!" A foreign sensation filled Myasan's mouth. He instinctively licked. It was...

"Ahaha, is my fragrant, worn-in panty delicious? You wouldn't want to suffer any consequences, would you? So keep it in your mouth." Harada laughed, her voice laced with a playful cruelty.

"Ahaha! Mako-chan, you're such a sadist!♡" Sakura joined in, the playful malice mirrored in her own tone.

'Damn it. It does taste kinda good... Lick it, lick it, lick it!♡'

"Haa...♡ It looks like this will be a good paizuri session.♡ Time to get down to business, babe.♡ Mako-chan, make sure he doesn't move too much, alright?♡"

"Got it! Leave it to me!"

Harada forcefully pushed Myasan onto his back, pinning his arms to the floor.

"That should do the trick.♪ If he tries to move, we'll just beat him up.♡"

"Thanks.♡ Well then, I'll be the first to graduate from paizuri virginity.♡"

"Alright, let's get started."

Sakura lifted Myasan's legs, placing them gently on her lap. This was it... a knee-mounted paizuri!

"I'd really love to do it directly, but I hear it's too intense and could make you pass out. Should I leave your volleyball uniform on?♡" Sakura asked, her tone playful, yet laced with a hint of danger.

"Then I'll go first! ♡"

Sakura brought her massive breasts close to his, ignoring Myasan's feeble protests.

"Nnnnnn ————!!" Myasan's muffled cry was a testament to the sheer power of the impending sensation.

'I'm telling you, stop it!! (His eyes rolled back in pleasure)'

"Munyutt!♡" Myasan's throbbing flesh was trapped between the valley of her breasts, encased in the soft volleyball uniform.

Even through the fabric, the softness was almost unbearable. The material and the flesh, in perfect harmony, created a sensation that bordered on the divine.

Is this heaven...♡?

"Ahn!♡ This is amazing!♡ It's so warm and feels so good!♡!!!"

"Future, congratulations on graduating from paizuri virginity! Saotume, you've graduated from paizuri virginity as well!♡"

"Nnn, nnnnnnn ————!!" Myasan's moans were barely audible.

Sakura, oblivious to his pleas, began to move her breasts with an almost manic energy.

Any normal man in his position would have been in pure agony, overwhelmed by the intensity. But Myasan? He was lost in a blissful stupor.

'It feels so good... (His face, contorted in ecstasy)'

"How's it feel, Saotume? It feels good, doesn't it? Hnn? But Future, are you sure you're not going too hard? They say men are sensitive to stimulation, right?"

"Nnn!♡ Ah!♡ This is revenge, so there's no need to worry about that.♡"

"Nnn, nnn ———! (I'm holding on tight! But I'm about to explode!♡)'

"I guess that's true. Go ahead and do your thing, babe.♡"

"Okay, I'm going to go wild with you, Saotume!♡ ...There! There! There!"

Sakura’s breasts began to move with an almost frantic energy, Tapan! Tapan! The rhythm was relentless.

"Wow, this is intense!♡ Saotume, you're going to pass out!"

"You know, it's so good I can't even hear what you're saying. Mmm, Saotume's nipples are so much fun to play with, but I gotta focus on this now. ♡"

'Karikari, karikari♡, Peropero, peropero♡' Harada's playful torture continued, her fingers and tongue working a symphony of pleasure on Myasan's sensitive nipples.

"N-nnnnn, nnnnnnn ———! (I'm done for! I can't take it anymore! Both of you are amazing!♡)"

Sakurai-san seemed to be increasing the suction and milking me in a way I had never experienced before. The pleasure that attacked me was so intense, it was as if I was experiencing it for the first time.

"Ah, I'm so glad I was born into this world," I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down my face.

"Aha, I cried because the future is going to grope my breasts, but really, it's happy tears," Harada-san said, as if intending to tease me, but she was exactly right. I was crying happy tears.

"Nnnnnnnnnnn..." I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. But then I realized that I had forgotten something – this was just the beginning of the assault on my body.

This is the story of Akira, a young man who discovers the joys of breast play through two women who show him the way. Akira had always been a shy and timid person, never really knowing how to express himself or his desires. That all changed when he met Sakurai-san and Harada-san, two confident and bold women who were not afraid to show him what they liked.

One day, Akira found himself alone with Sakurai-san. She was a woman of average height with a voluptuous figure and a warmth that radiated from her very being. She had a way of making people feel comfortable and at ease, and Akira was no exception. They were sitting on the couch in her living room, chatting and laughing, when she suddenly leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I want to show you something."

Before Akira knew it, Sakurai-san had lifted her shirt and exposed her bare breasts. Akira was taken aback, but there was something about the way she was looking at him that made him feel as if this was okay. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, encouraging him to touch her. Akira was hesitant at first, but the feeling of her soft, warm flesh in his hands was intoxicating. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

Sakurai-san smiled and leaned back, closing her eyes in pleasure. "See how good that feels?" she said. "You have such gentle hands, Akira. I want you to keep going."

Akira continued to touch her, exploring her breasts as if they were uncharted territory. He marveled at the weight and fullness of them, the way they fit perfectly in his hands. He loved the feeling of her hard nipples against his palms, and the way she moaned and writhed in pleasure as he touched her.

But Sakurai-san had more surprises in store for him. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a breast pump, attaching it to one of her breasts. Akira watched in amazement as the pump began to suck and pull at her nipple, the milk flowing freely from her other breast.

"Seeing you like this is such a turn on," Akira said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sakurai-san smiled and looked at him with a seductive gaze. "You like that?" she asked. "Then why don't you try it for yourself?"

She handed the pump to Akira and gestured for him to try it on her other breast. He hesitated for a moment, but then he leaned in and placed the pump on her nipple. He watched as it began to work its magic, the milk flowing freely and the feeling of power and dominance he felt was overwhelming.

As he continued to milk her, Akira couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure and satisfaction that he had never experienced before. And when Sakurai-san finally climaxed, he knew that he had found something that he would never tire of.

But the story doesn't end there. Akira soon found himself alone with Harada-san, another confident and bold woman who was not afraid to show him what she liked. She was a tall, slender woman with small, perky breasts that were just begging to be touched.

Just like with Sakurai-san, Harada-san didn't waste any time. She pulled off her top and presented her breasts to Akira, who couldn't believe his luck. He quickly began to touch and squeeze her breasts, relishing the feeling of their firmness and their hard nipples against his palms.

Harada-san moaned and writhed in pleasure, encouraging him to continue. She reached for a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to her nipples, the feeling of the metal against her sensitive flesh driving her wild.

Akira couldn't believe what he was seeing. Here was this beautiful, confident woman, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her breasts. He felt like he was in heaven.

But Harada-san had one more surprise in store for him. She pulled out a pair of tweezers and used them to pluck at her nipples, the sensation almost unbearable but in a good way.

Akira watched in amazement as Harada-san climaxed, her body shaking and shuddering in pleasure. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, and he knew that he would never forget it.

From that day on, Akira became a breast play enthusiast. He loved the feeling of a woman's soft, warm flesh in his hands, and the way it made them feel. And he had two amazing women to thank for showing him the way – Sakurai-san and Harada-san.

"Ah, this is amazing. I'm so glad I found this," Akira said, as he milked a woman's breast.

"I'm glad you like it," Sakurai-san said, watching him with a proud smile on her face.

"Yes, it's always fun to introduce someone to the joys of breast play," Harada-san added, with a wink.

And Akira couldn't agree more. He had discovered a whole new world of pleasure, and he had two amazing women to thank for it. He knew that he would never look back, and that he would always cherish the memories of his introduction to breast play.

"Nnnnnnnnnnn..." Akira moaned, losing himself in the pleasure of the moment. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and he knew that he would never forget this experience for as long as he lived.