Enzo's fingers dug into Manami's breasts' snow-white flesh, feeling the soft, smooth texture slip through the gaps between his fingers.
It was as if he were grabbing marshmallows rather than a woman's breasts. The hidden desires within him surged to the surface as he kneaded her breasts roughly, his lower body working with the speed and force of a piledriver.
"Ahhhhh—"
"Gonna die—dying—" Manami's moans turned into cries as she struggled to handle the violent rhythm. Yet, as the saying goes, human potential is endless. Though the relentless pounding overwhelmed her at first, the experience pushed her to adapt. As a mother of two, Manami's body had been through a lot, but this was different.
This was raw, unbridled satisfaction.
"Master Busuji... uh—uh uh uh uh uh—" Manami's let out a series of incomprehensible moans, and her whole body tensed suddenly. Her already huge breasts actually grew in size again, and her two dark-red nipples swelled up.
From Enzo's perspective, he noticed her nostrils flaring slightly—a sign of her intense climax.
"Ahhhhhh!"
With each violent thrust, Manami's body succumbed to a powerful orgasm. Her cervix spasmed, releasing a stream of fluids that hit Enzo's glans directly, intensifying the sensation.
Feeling the waves of pleasure from her contractions, Enzo could sense his own climax approaching.
So he no longer hesitated and went right in!
Those pornographic novels often say that the protagonist could fuck for hours, but in fact, that was completely nonsense!
If a sexual intercourse lasts for more than thirty minutes without ejaculation, then it was in itself a kind of torture for a man. True, satisfying sex didn't last for hours; it was about the intensity and connection.
"Ah, ah—it's going to explode. It's going to explode—"
Manami felt a sudden burst of thick semen fill her body. Her vagina, already stretched by Enzo's cock, had no room for the overflow. The semen surged into her uterus, making her abdomen bulge visibly, almost as if a golf ball had been inserted.
"It's so good! It's so good!"
Manami murmured unconsciously. She had never experienced such violent sex in her life, let alone having semen poured directly into her womb. It was an unprecedented experience.
Plop!
Enzo stood up and withdrew his dick from her vagina with a strange, squelching sound. The air trapped within her vaginal walls had created a vacuum, making it difficult to pull out.
"Ahhhhh--" Manami screamed again as the obstruction was removed from her pussy. A stream of milky fluid sprayed from her lower body, but Enzo quickly dodged it.
"Mrs. Katsura, why do you still wet the bed at your age?" Enzo teased, having dodged her unexpected jet.
Manami lay on the ground and twitched helplessly twice. Now she didn't even want to move a finger. She continued to immerse herself in the wonderful experience.
But of course Enzo would not let her lay idle; after all, the follow-up work was yet to be completed!
So, he immediately reached out, grabbed the beautiful woman's breasts, and lifted her up.
"Ah-uh-uh-"
Manami's cry of pain mingled with unexpected sounds of pleasure as Enzo gripped her breasts.
"Lick it clean!"
He ordered coldly, pushing her head toward his crotch.
Unlike his earlier encounter with Kotonoha, where he couldn't make her lick his fingers clean, Enzo felt no need for restraint with Manami.
Manami rolled her eyes depressingly, then opened her mouth and licked the slightly weak dragon.
To her surprise, the giant dragon in her mouth actually got hard again almost immediately after just a few licks.
"That's right, slut, let's go for round two!"
Enzo laughed sadistically, his voice echoing with authority. He positioned her beneath him, disregarding the fear in her eyes.
"No! No!"
Manami let out a cry of terror. Her vagina was still aching, and her womb was filled to the brim. If she was fucked again in such a state, her pussy would really be swollen!
But her protest stopped before it started. When her pussy was stuffed with his cock again, she began to moan within a moment.
"Haaaangg..."
*****
"Mrs. Katsura, go back and ask your daughter to prepare. In three days, I will conduct the apprenticeship ceremony. From now on, Kotonoha will be my direct disciple."
Two hours later, Enzo sat on a chair in full clothes and spoke with an upright face.
As for Manami, she was lying on the ground with her eyes blurred and her legs spread wide open. From time to time, her body was twitching, and strange liquids flowed out of her vagina.
The tatami on the ground was completely wet, and the wife's clothes were also messed up. The whole scene looked extremely lewd.
"Thank you... thank you..." Manami managed to rasp out, but her voice was hoarse from endless screaming. Despite the pain in her lower body, she struggled to sit up and express her gratitude.
The distinction between a disciple and a direct disciple was significant. If Kotonoha could become Master Busujima's direct disciple, she would even be able to join the Kendo Association as a judge as soon as she graduated.
So even though her lower body was still aching, Manami still got up hard and thanked Master Busujima.
"Do you need me to find someone to take you back? Madam Katsura?"
Enzo, who put on his clothes, returned to his gentlemanly appearance and asked with a smile.
"No! No need! I just need to rest for a bit." Manami quickly declined his offer.
She couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing her in her current state. Outside this room, she was still a respected, independent, and strong woman. While she could show her submissive side to Master Busujima due to his esteemed status, she couldn't afford to be seen like this by anyone else.
"As you wish. I'll have someone bring you a change of clothes," Enzo said, maintaining his courteous demeanor. He stood up, opened the door, and stepped out.
Manami didn't refuse this time. Her clothes were torn and in tatters; walking out in such rags would only draw unwanted attention.
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