Muro, his breathing ragged, urges Sumi to move her hand faster. "That's it," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "Faster, little one. Make me feel good."
Sumi, her cheeks flushed crimson, hesitantly increases the pace of her strokes. She still can't bring herself to look at his erection, her gaze fixed on the ground beneath her feet. She feels a mixture of shame and a strange, unfamiliar excitement, her body responding to his touch in ways she doesn't understand.
"Look at me," Muro commands, his voice low and demanding. "Watch what you're doing to me."
Sumi's eyes flutter open, her gaze reluctantly rising to meet his. She sees his face, contorted with lust, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. She sees the way his lips are parted, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She sees the way his hands are moving over her body, groping her breasts, squeezing her thighs, leaving red marks on her delicate skin.
The sight makes her stomach churn, a wave of revulsion washing over her. She sees the raw, animalistic desire in his eyes, the way he's looking at her like a piece of meat. She sees the marks his rough hands are leaving on her skin, the bruises that will bloom like dark flowers on her pale flesh.
A wave of nausea washes over her, but she forces herself to continue rubbing, her fingers moving mechanically, her mind trying to detach itself from the scene before her.
Muro's groans grow louder, his body tensing with anticipation. "Yes," he gasps, his voice a ragged whisper. "That's it. I'm close."
A moment later, he cries out, his body convulsing with pleasure. He clutches Sumi's hand, his fingers digging into her flesh as he releases a thick stream of semen onto her trembling hand and her stomach. The warm, sticky fluid coats her skin.
Sumi stares at the semen, her eyes wide with a mixture of disgust and fascination. She's never seen anything like it before, never imagined the sheer volume of fluid that could come from a man's body.
Muro collapses against the gazebo wall, his body limp and trembling. He closes his eyes, savoring the afterglow of his orgasm. He feels a sense of release, a primal satisfaction that he hasn't felt in years.
After a few moments, he opens his eyes and looks at Sumi, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "That," he says, his voice low and husky, "is how a woman pleases a man. That's how you make him feel good."
He pauses, his gaze lingering on her face. "But this," he continues, his voice laced with a predatory undertone, "is just the beginning."
He reaches out and gently wipes the semen from her hand with a discarded cloth, his touch surprisingly gentle. "So," he asks, his eyes gleaming with a predatory amusement, "how did it feel? Watching me… " He pauses, "and rubbing me?"
Sumi, her face pale and her body trembling, avoids Muro's gaze. "I… I don't want to talk about it," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Just… just let me go."
She tries to focus on anything but him, but it's impossible. The image of his face, contorted with lust, the feel of his hands on her skin, the sight of his semen coating her body… it's all burned into her memory, a horrifying reminder of her violation.
Muro, sensing her distress, softens his tone. He knows he needs to be careful, to tread lightly if he wants to get what he wants. He reaches out and gently takes her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle.
"Hey," he says, his voice laced with concern. "It's okay. I didn't mean to upset you." He pauses, his gaze lingering on her face. "You did a good job. You made me feel really good."
He can see that she's still shaken, her eyes wide and filled with fear. He decides to change his approach, to try a more seductive tactic.
His hand slips down her arm, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her wrist, the smooth skin of her hand. He can feel the rapid pulse beneath her skin, the nervous energy that radiates from her body.
He reaches down and gently rubs her legs, his touch light and caressing. He can feel the warmth of her skin through his jacket, the delicate curve of her thigh. He imagines his hand moving higher, exploring the hidden treasures of her body.
He leans closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know," he says, "you seemed to like it, too. You were moaning, you were trembling… I could feel you getting wet."
Sumi's cheeks flush crimson, her eyes widening in alarm. "No!" she exclaims, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn't! You're wrong!"
Muro smirks, his eyes gleaming with a predatory amusement. "Oh, come on," he says, his voice laced with a playful disbelief. "Don't be shy. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural. It's… pleasurable."
His hand moves higher, his fingers tracing the inside of her thigh, slowly approaching her most intimate place. He can feel the heat radiating from her body, the subtle dampness that hints at her arousal.
Sumi, realizing his intentions, crosses her legs tightly, her body tensing with a mixture of fear and a desperate desire to protect herself. She can't let him do this. She can't lose her virginity to this… this man, in this… this place.
"Please," she whispers, her voice pleading. "Please don't. I… I can't. Not like this."
Muro sighs, his eyes narrowing slightly. He can see that she's getting serious, that she's not going to be as easy as he thought. He knows he needs to be careful, to play his cards right if he wants to get what he wants.
He removes his hand from her leg, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Okay," he says, his voice laced with a feigned disappointment. "Okay. I won't. If you don't want to, I won't."
He pauses, his gaze lingering on her face. "But," he continues, his voice low and persuasive, "you have to admit, you liked it a little, didn't you? You felt something, didn't you?"
He watches her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light, waiting for her response. He knows he's playing a dangerous game, but he can't resist the thrill of the chase, the allure of the forbidden.
A wave of heat washes over Sumi, a confusing mix of shame and a lingering, unwelcome arousal. She can't deny the strange sensations that pulsed through her, the unfamiliar pleasure that momentarily overwhelmed her fear. But she refuses to give Muro the satisfaction of admitting it.
She glances outside, noticing the rain has dwindled to a light drizzle. The clouds are beginning to break, and a sliver of sunlight peeks through. A desperate plan forms in her mind.
"My friends," she says, her voice trembling slightly, "they might be coming here. We always meet here after school when it rains." She pauses, her eyes darting around the gazebo, feigning nervousness. "And there's a patrol nearby. They check this area regularly. We can't be caught here."
She holds her breath, hoping he'll buy her story. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, but it's her only chance.
Muro's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. He studies her face, searching for any sign of deception. "Your friends?" he asks, his voice laced with suspicion. "And a patrol? You expect me to believe that?"
Before Sumi can respond, a distinct sound reaches their ears: the distant crunch of footsteps on gravel. The sound is faint, but it's enough to make Muro hesitate. He glances towards the path leading to the gazebo, his eyes searching the surrounding trees.
Sumi seizes the opportunity. "It's them!" she exclaims, her voice filled with a feigned panic. "They're coming! And I hear the patrol, too! I have to go!"
She rushes towards her discarded dress, her fingers fumbling with the damp fabric. She pulls it on, her body still trembling, her movements frantic.
Muro, his eyes still fixed on the path, hesitates. He can't be sure if it's just a passerby or a genuine patrol. He doesn't want to take any chances.
"Wait," he says, his voice laced with uncertainty.
Sumi ignores him, her fingers working quickly to fasten the buttons of her dress. She knows she has to get out of here, now. She glances towards the path, and a surge of adrenaline courses through her veins. She sees a figure in the distance, a figure wearing a dark uniform. It could be anyone, but to Muro, it's a possible threat.
"They're here!" she whispers, her voice filled with a desperate urgency. "We have to go!"
She grabs her bag and rushes towards the other side of the gazebo, her heart pounding in her chest. She doesn't look back, doesn't dare to see if Muro is following her. She runs, her feet pounding against the damp earth, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Muro, his eyes still fixed on the approaching figure, hesitates for a moment longer. He curses under his breath, realizing he's been tricked. By the time he turns to follow Sumi, she's already disappeared into the trees.
He sighs, a mixture of frustration and a strange, lingering satisfaction washing over him. He may have lost his prey, but he's gained a memory, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that he can savor for years to come. He pulls out his phone, and checks the recording. He smiles. He will enjoy what he recorded.
He glances towards the path again, and the figure is gone. He shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. He will find Sumi again.