Muro, emboldened by Sumi's silence, allows his hand to drift lower, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her waist. He can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of his jacket, the delicate curve of her hipbone beneath his touch.
Sumi shivers, a wave of unfamiliar sensations washing over her. She's never been touched like this before, never felt this kind of intimacy. It's both terrifying and exciting, a confusing mix of emotions that she doesn't understand. She feels a strange pull towards him, a dangerous curiosity that she can't seem to resist.
"Have you ever even had a boyfriend?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.
Sumi shakes her head again. "No," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"Never had a crush on anyone?" Muro presses, his fingers gently kneading her flesh.
Sumi hesitates for a moment, then shakes her head again. "No," she repeats, her voice barely a whisper.
Muro raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Really? I find that hard to believe. A beautiful girl like you... I'm sure you have boys falling at your feet."
Sumi blushes, her eyes downcast. "I... I don't know," she stammers.
"Don't be shy," Muro says, his voice soft and reassuring. "You must have noticed the way they look at you, the way they try to get your attention."
Sumi hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly. "I... I guess so," she admits, her voice barely audible.
Muro smiles, his eyes twinkling. "That's because you're beautiful," he says, his voice laced with a playful admiration. "They can't help themselves. They're drawn to you like moths to a flame."
He leans closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I can see why," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "You're absolutely irresistible."
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he whispers, his voice laced with a hypnotic quality that makes her head spin.
Sumi's eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting his. She's lost in a haze of confusion and excitement, her body responding to his touch in ways she doesn't understand. "I... I don't know," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper.
"You are," Muro insists, his voice firm. "You're absolutely stunning. Whoever gets to be with you will be a very lucky man."His hand continues its exploration, his fingers sliding up her thigh, tracing the curve of her hip.
"I can sense your beauty," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Even through this jacket."
He pauses, his fingers tracing the outline of her breast. "You don't need to hide it," he whispers, his voice laced with a seductive quality that makes her heart pound. "Let someone enjoy it. Let someone appreciate what they have."
Before Sumi can react, he reaches out and gently pulls open her jacket, revealing her naked body beneath. Sumi gasps, her eyes widening in alarm. She tries to cover herself, her hands instinctively reaching for the jacket, but Muro stops her.
"Don't," he whispers, his voice firm but gentle. "Let me see you. Let me appreciate your beauty."
His eyes roam over her body, taking in every detail, every curve. He admires the gentle swell of her breasts, the delicate curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her stomach. He notices the way her nipples are hard and erect, the way her breath catches in her throat as his gaze lingers on her most intimate places.
Sumi's cheeks burn with embarrassment, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. She's never been exposed like this before, never felt so vulnerable. But there's also a strange thrill to it, a forbidden excitement that she can't quite explain.
Muro's gaze finally settles on her face, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. He smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice laced with a genuine admiration that surprises even himself. "Absolutely beautiful."
The realization hits Sumi like a cold splash of water. She's trapped. Trapped in a secluded gazebo with a strange, leering man, her naked body exposed to his predatory gaze. The shame washes over her in waves, a burning heat that spreads from her cheeks down to her toes. She, Sumi, the school's admired beauty, is exposing naked before this… this man. This old, ugly man. The thought makes her want to shrink into herself, to disappear. Tears well up in her eyes, a mixture of humiliation and fear.
She tries to cover herself with Muro's jacket, but it's too late. The image of her naked body, vulnerable and exposed, is seared into his mind. His eyes, dark and gleaming with lust, are glued to her, devouring every detail of her.
Before she can react, Muro's hands are on her, grasping her arms, his touch surprisingly strong. His fingers tighten around her flesh, sending a shiver down her spine. He pulls her closer, his body pressing against hers. She can feel the hardness of his chest, the roughness of his hands. His breath is hot against her ear as he whispers words that make her skin crawl.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "So soft. So… perfect."
His hands slide down her arms, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her shoulders. He pauses, his touch lingering on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Then, slowly, deliberately, his hands move lower, his fingers brushing against her breasts.
Sumi gasps, her eyes widening in alarm. She tries to pull away, but Muro's grip tightens, holding her firmly in place. His fingers begin to knead her flesh, his touch becoming more insistent, more invasive. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the raw lust that emanates from him like a palpable force.
His gaze is fixed on her breasts, his eyes filled with a predatory hunger. He leans closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Your breasts," he whispers, his voice laced with awe. "They're perfect. So small, so delicate. Like… like ripe peaches waiting to be plucked."
His gaze drifts lower, his eyes lingering on her exposed legs. He notices the way her thighs are pressed together, the delicate curve of her calves, the smallness of her feet. His hand moves on her buttocks, his fingers gently cupping her flesh. He can feel the firmness beneath his touch, the gentle swell of her curves.
Sumi is frozen, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and disgust. She can't believe this is happening to her. She, Sumi, the school's admired beauty, is being pawed by this… this creature. The thought makes her want to vomit.
Sumi, tears streaming down her face, pleads with Muro to let her go. "Please," she whimpers, her voice trembling with fear. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I promise."
Muro, his hands still roaming over her body, smirks. "Let you go?" he scoffs. "After all this? Don't be ridiculous."
He can feel her trembling beneath his touch, her small body quivering with fear. The sight of her vulnerability, her innocence crumbling before his eyes, excites him even more. He leans closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"But," he whispers, his voice laced with a predatory cunning, "I might be willing to make a deal."
Sumi's eyes widen with a flicker of hope. "A deal?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.
Muro nods. "Yes," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "If you answer a few questions and… indulge me a little, I'll let you go. No harm done."
Sumi hesitates, her mind battling between her fear and the desperate hope of escape. "What… what do you want to know?" she asks, her voice trembling.
Muro grins, his eyes gleaming with lust. "First," he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I want you to remove your panties."
Sumi's eyes widen in alarm. "What?" she gasps, her cheeks burning with shame.
"You heard me," Muro says, his voice firm. "Take them off. Let me see what you're hiding."
Sumi hesitates, her body frozen in fear. She can't believe what he's asking her to do. But the thought of escaping his clutches, of returning home unharmed, is too tempting to resist.
With trembling hands, she slowly pulls down her white panties. The delicate lace slides down her legs, pooling at her ankles.
Muro's eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. Sumi's exposed treasure is even more beautiful than he imagined. Her skin is smooth and flawless, a shade of pink. Her mound is neatly trimmed, the soft curls framing her delicate folds. He can see the glistening pearl nestled between her thighs, the delicate folds of her labia beckoning him closer.
He leans closer, his breath catching in his throat. He can smell the sweet scent of her arousal, the intoxicating musk that fills the air. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the outline of her mound, feeling the warmth, the softness.
Sumi closes her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She feels violated, exposed, but she can't bring herself to stop him. She's trapped, helpless, at the mercy of this man's lustful desires.
Muro's breath hitches as he takes in the sight before him. He's seen a lot in his life, the underbelly of the city, the desperation and the grime. But he's never seen anything quite like this. Sumi's exposed treasure is a revelation, a masterpiece of feminine beauty that surpasses even his wildest imaginings. He's ogled rich girls from afar, fantasized about them, but seeing Sumi like this, so vulnerable, so exposed, is something else entirely.
"My God," he breathes, his voice thick with lust. "You're… magnificent." He can't believe his luck. A girl like Sumi, a school beauty queen, with a treasure like this… it's beyond his wildest dreams. He's hit the jackpot.
His eyes devour the sight before him, taking in every detail. The smooth, unblemished skin, the delicate curve of her inner thighs, the perfectly shaped mound, neatly trimmed and inviting. He's seen pictures, of course, the kind that circulate in hushed whispers among his cronies, but nothing compares to the real thing. The sheer purity of her beauty, the innocence radiating from her exposed flesh, is intoxicating.
"It's… it's even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Like… like a perfect flower, just waiting to be plucked." He imagines his fingers gently parting her delicate folds, exploring the hidden depths of her femininity.
He leans closer, his gaze fixed on her most intimate place. "You're so… perfect," he whispers, his voice laced with awe. "So untouched. I can't believe… I can't believe I'm seeing this." He shakes his head in disbelief, still marveling at the sight before him.
"A girl like you," he continues, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and admiration. "… you're beyond anything I could have ever hoped for." He imagines the envy of his friends, the whispers of admiration and disbelief when he tells them what he's seen. He's going to be the envy of every man he knows.
He reaches out a hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He hesitates for a moment, then gently touches her thigh, his fingers tracing the smooth curve of her skin.
His gaze returns to her mound, his eyes lingering on the delicate folds of her labia, the glistening pearl nestled between her thighs. "You're so… tempting," he whispers.