The Manor Beyond the Shore

*************Chapter Zero the Other Shore Manor ************* Outside the rooftop railing, a thin high school boy stood quietly on the narrow concrete platform. His school uniform was loosely draped over his body, and through the gaps, one could see his bare chest, his muscles covered with tiny scars. His eyes were fixed on the ground below, his gaze dull and lifeless, as if they were a perfect reflection of the hard, gray ground beneath. "Dad, I'm sorry... I... went to find Mom..." With his scalded lips twitching out the last broken sentence, he pushed off with his feet and left the narrow platform that was supporting his body. With his arms outstretched, like a bird yearning for freedom, he swiftly and without hesitation flew towards the cold, indifferent ground... *************Chapter Zero the Other Shore Manor ************* The splattering blood, like the blooming red spider lilies under the night sky , left behind a magnificent yet cruel finale. If we were to define Katagiri Kumi 's 26 years of life with adjectives, the first one would undoubtedly be "beautiful." Despite always wearing large glasses, the lenses don't diminish her beauty as much as they might appear on television. The only flaw on her exquisitely classically beautiful face, reminiscent of a Yamato Nadeshiko , is perhaps her overly pale skin, which gives her a sickly appearance, as if she's never seen in sunlight. The second most fitting word is weakness. It's as if the word "toughness" simply doesn't exist in her mental dictionary. No matter how outrageous things happen to her, she doesn't dare to put up a strong resistance. Even when her anger reaches its limit, she can only helplessly vent it on herself, just like what she's doing now. Glass after glass of wine was poured down her slender neck, the alcohol giving her cheeks a deep blush and burning her ability to think. Since Kumi officially became a teacher, she had never been this drunk. This had nothing to do with her sense of responsibility as a teacher; it was simply because the private school she attended was too chaotic. Because girls made up the vast majority of the students, the number of teachers was predominantly male, and most of them had ulterior motives and intentions. All of this was still barely tolerable for her, if the girls in her class hadn't gone even further. A month and a half ago, one of the only five boys in her class, a thin boy named Sugito Nogawa , jumped off the roof of the school building and resolutely threw himself into the arms of death. Whether it was a matter of numbers or personality, none of the boys in the class acted like real men; most of them lived under the bullying of the girls. The smallest and thinnest of them all, Sugito Nogawa , was naturally the most frequent target of the girls' bullying. of Class F , could not shirk her responsibility for Sugito Nogawa 's death , nor could she escape the condemnation in her heart. These pressures had already been weighing on her heart, which was far less resilient than that of the fox spirit, like a killing stone. What made her even more desperate was that the girl who had practically driven Nogawa to her death did not feel the slightest bit of remorse. The girl's name is Risa Ohno . She is of Japanese and French descent and the granddaughter of Chairman Ohno. Before Kumi appeared, she was the leader of Class F who was proud of her appearance, both in terms of looks and behavior. Kumi's appearance directly aroused Risa 's jealousy as a woman. No matter how stubbornly she believed she was prettier, the fact that the male teachers and students gradually shifted their attention was undeniable. As a result, Kumi, who was a teacher, also tragically became one of the targets of bullying. This afternoon, Kumi, who had been gathering her courage for almost a month and was planning to talk to Risa, was directly humiliated in the office. Even though the chairperson suppressed Nogawa's death, and even though Nogawa's single father was far away overseas, she still felt that Risa should feel guilty and repent for this incident. After listening to Kumi's supposedly tactful guidance, Risa remained silent, giving her a mocking glance as if she were looking at a sheep trying to persuade a wolf. Then, in front of so many male teachers, one of Risa's followers, Makihara Minako , grabbed Kumi by the collar and forcefully pulled her legs apart… The fit and tall Minako, who held the titles of assistant instructor in both karate and judo clubs, had her shirt buttons pop off instantly, far less resilient than the joints of her club opponents . Her breasts, encased in a light blue bra, were now directly exposed to the air. Risa Ohno brought her face close to Kumi's chest, hooked her fingers around the front clasp of Kumi's bra, and pulled it up. She smiled and said, "Teacher, don't think that just because you have a pretty face you can say whatever you want. Nogawa's death was his own decision, and it has nothing to do with any of us. If you insist on saying it has anything to do with us, Teacher, I remember you rejected his confession, right? Maybe she committed suicide because of heartbreak." Kumi, worried that her bra might burst open at any moment , stiffened her slender body but couldn't utter a single word. "From now on, don't waste students' precious time on such trivial matters." Risa seemed to be in a good mood, loosening her fingers and letting the bra spring back to Kumi's chest. "If you want to continue being a teacher, learn to behave and flat-chested." Indeed, Kumi's breasts have remained at the size they were when she was halfway through puberty, but that doesn't mean that the contemptuous term "flat-chested" doesn't cause her direct humiliation. "So what if I have flat chest! Those men... those men are all looking at me, not you!" Kumi shouted, holding her wine glass, laughing and crying at the same time. Knowing her personality flaws, Kumi rarely puts herself in situations where she might be assaulted, and she's become extra wary of men, which makes it unbelievable that she's still single at this age. The thought that if a man could protect her, she wouldn't be bullied by younger girls like this surfaced in her alcohol-numbed mind, and she unconsciously glanced at her companion beside her. Kazuo Wada , male, physical education teacher, 42 years old, married. Because he has a very low alcohol tolerance, he only drinks occasionally when he is with Kumi. He was an honest and somewhat timid middle-aged man, which made Kumi feel a sense of kinship. Moreover, he was always well-behaved and respected and even feared his wife. From any perspective, he was one of the few men who could put Kumi at ease. "Katagiri-sensei, if you keep drinking like this, I won't be able to take you home; I'll have to take you straight to the hospital." Kazuo feigned anger and snatched the wine glass from her hand. She actually has a high alcohol tolerance, and these drinks didn't really get her drunk. But to be on the safe side, she obediently didn't take back the glass to continue, but instead fumbled for her wallet in her bag to pay the bill. Her apartment was near the school, not far, but it was through a long and dark alley, so she always relied on Mr. Wada, who was going the same way, to see her off. "Wada-sensei... If I could, I really want to hang those girls up and beat them up. Beat them up badly..." Kumi said recklessly, fueled by her drunkenness, but even at this moment, she didn't dare to speak loudly, only daring to whisper so that Kazuo next to her could hear her. Kazuo gave a bitter smile, his face showing a strange, subtle distortion. Reaching the center of the alley, there was a bend in the back alley, which used to be the back entrance of the bar but had been abandoned and turned into a dumping ground for junk. Right at the entrance to that back alley, Kazuo suddenly stopped. "What's wrong, Mr. Wada..." Kumi patted her head and looked around in a daze. "I'm so sorry... Katagiri-sensei, I... I had no choice! I... I really needed this job!" Kazuo explained loudly, trying to hide his unease. Kumi blinked , not quite understanding what the other person meant , and subconsciously pushed up the bridge of her nose. Her glasses weren't there; it was just a habitual action. Before she could finish the action, her petite body was forcefully shoved into the alley! Rape! The dangerous word was the only thing still flashing in Kumi's mind the moment the button, which had been hastily sewn on in the home economics classroom, was ripped off. After her mind cleared up from the shock and processed the meaning of the other person's words, Kumi immediately began to give the order to struggle... Kumi couldn't imagine what a tragic ending it would be if Risa got hold of the photos of her after being r***d ! However, with a massive body weighing nearly 100 kilograms riding on her waist, no matter how Kumi twisted and turned, she could only swing her shoulders in vain. Her knees bent and pressed against the other person's back, and the reaction force made her leg bones ache. Pulling a tie from his pocket, Ichifu leaned down, put his arm around her back, and began to wrap it around her slender wrists. screamed loudly , the nightmarish memories overlapping with the scene before her eyes. If the patrol officers hadn't arrived that time, she would have lost her virginity at the age of thirteen. "Police... Officers! Where are you?" Her buttocks, though not voluptuous, had a beautiful shape, which slipped off her skirt. The pantyhose provided a smooth, silky feel that flowed into the man's palms. He began to pant heavily . This was the taut skin that his wife, who was over forty, no longer possessed. He pressed his fingers in forcefully, his large knuckles sinking into the elastic flesh of her buttocks through the pantyhose. "Kumi-sensei...you're so beautiful..." Aroused desire began to dominate Kazuo 's actions. He lowered his body and licked Kumi 's cheeks like a dog, getting closer and closer to her lips. Clutching the straps of her underwear tightly, Kumi's timid nature limited her resistance to this extent. The fear of injury and the resentment of losing her virginity conflicted within her frail body. Yifu had little experience with r**e. Even though the other woman's hands were tied, she was at a loss as to what to do simply by holding his underwear from behind to prevent him from pulling it down. Having used the missionary position with his wife for twenty years, he had never even watched porn. Although the thought of tearing the underwear flashed through his mind, he didn't have the courage to actually do it. After a while of this stalemate, both of their fingers were a little numb. Kumi's waist, which was being pressed down, felt incredibly heavy, as if it were squeezing out her internal organs. It was even becoming difficult to breathe. She almost thought of just letting go. Teacher Wada was a good person after all. She had given him her first time, and if she wasn't a virgin anymore, there would be fewer mocking voices... But before she could make the decision to let go, Kazuo suddenly released her grip. Not only his hand, but his entire body fell forward, landing squarely on top of Kumi. "Wh...what? Mr. Wada...what happened to you?" The pitiful Kumi, having worried about the man who had fainted on top of her, realized that she had avoided the misfortune of being r***d. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man standing behind the fallen Wada Kazuo . Because of the backlighting, Kumi could only see an outline, a very tall and strong man whose eyes seemed to glow even in the darkness. For some reason, even though she couldn't see his face clearly, she had a real feeling that she was seeing a wild beast. The man slowly squatted down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, opened a bottle, poured something onto the handkerchief, and then held it towards Kumi's mouth and nose. "What... are you going to do..." Her question was cut short by the handkerchief. The slightly spicy scent filled her nostrils, and her brain felt a slight numbness. Then, in her increasingly hazy consciousness, the only thing she could feel was that the man had hoisted her onto his shoulder and thrown her into the trunk of a car. The trunk reeked of medicine. Before she lost consciousness, the suffocating feeling clung to Kumi like a nightmare serpent. Even after she woke up again, that suffocating sensation hadn't lessened. She moved her body and realized that it wasn't a hallucination or a lingering effect of unconsciousness; she was actually tied up. She had no idea what was binding her, because all she could see was darkness, a thick, indistinct darkness. Kumi could still sense the way she was bound: her hands were behind her back, her legs were spread apart in a half-squat position—simply put, it was like someone sitting on a chair with their legs spread and hands behind their back, the only difference being that there was no chair beneath her. And to make matters worse, she wasn't wearing any clothes. Completely naked, she could clearly feel the rough ropes rubbing against her delicate skin where she was bound. Because several ropes had wrapped around the private area between her thighs, the two labia protecting her private parts were already red and swollen from the tightness, and she felt a stinging pain if she moved her body even slightly. "Is anyone there?" she asked cautiously, hoping for a reply. She truly didn't understand how she had ended up in this situation. Was it Risa's doing again ? Fine, she admitted her mistake, she surrendered, and she promised she would never provoke her again, okay? The growing fear in the darkness made her start shouting apologies, apologizing to everyone she could think of. Only when she called out Sugito Nogawa 's name did the darkness in the room change. A blinding beam of light suddenly shone down from the ceiling, enveloping Kumi and casting a halo around her like a stage spotlight. She squinted, adjusting her eyes for a moment before she could make out her surroundings. It was a very plain room, without any of the usual furnishings. The four walls were covered with closet-like doors, and the only thing that stood out was a suspended beam that held up the ropes binding her. "Who is it? What do you want? Why... why did you kidnap me?" Kumi asked in a trembling voice, looking around in fright, hoping to see someone. Because of the strong light shining down, the naked Kumi began to feel a strong sense of shame. She tried to close her legs, but the rope was strong and stubborn, leaving her most private parts exposed to the light. Her face grew hotter and hotter, and Kumi couldn't help but let out a mournful cry: "Waaah... Please don't do this... If I did something wrong, I will apologize... I will definitely apologize, no ... I will make it up to you, I will definitely make it up to you." Please spare...me. Such a shameful and seductive pose, it was easy to guess how she would be treated, and Kumi, being a virgin, naturally felt panicked. The surroundings remained silent, with only the bright lights still shining, making the woman's alluring body appear like a gleaming piece of exquisite Chinese porcelain. The more this happened, the more Kumi felt like countless eyes were watching her, whether it was her small, round breasts or the cleft beneath her dark pubic hair, everything seemed to be firmly locked onto by their gaze . This feeling, combined with the constant friction of the rope as she trembled, sent a slight numbness through her taut perineum, causing her vulva to contract at the base, and her shameful area to begin to moisten. directly opposite Kumi's face , a screen slowly flipped up, displaying a close-up of female genitalia. The pinkish-flesh slits, unlit by light, were visible in the shadows, and mucous-like fluid could be seen covering the vaginal opening. Blood rushed to her ears instantly, and Kumi let out a sob, biting her lip, unable to look at the image on the screen. "What a lewd teacher. Just the light shining on her makes her feel pleasure. Or does Katagiri-sensei really enjoy being tied up and hung up like this?" An elegant, slightly husky male voice came from behind Kumi . That was a blind spot in her vision, but she was still taken aback because she hadn't noticed any footsteps or breathing. Ghost? Phantom? But then, the sound of light footsteps confirmed that there was indeed a man in the room; it was just that no one knew when he had entered. The person who made the footsteps walked right up to Kumi, pinched her chin, lifted her head, and made her look directly at his face behind his sunglasses. He said softly, "Welcome, Katagiri-sensei." "You...who are you?" His slightly overweight figure couldn't hide the fact that he used to be very handsome. The sunglasses couldn't cover up his entire appearance. Based on his height and build, Kumi quickly concluded that he was a stranger. The man slowly took off his sunglasses. Wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his body looked far younger than middle-aged. His chest and abdomen were very strong, and even though his facial features revealed his actual age, some young girls would still believe he was thirty. He raised one leg, placing his bare foot between Kumi's legs, and slowly moved closer to her genitals, pressing his big toe against her pubic hair. He smiled and said, "Katagiri-sensei is quite surprising. You're already twenty-six years old, yet you still have no experience. Speaking of which, aren't you quite pretty?" "Who are you?" Kumi asked again in fear . In order to avoid the other party's feet, she pulled her buttocks back, which resulted in the rope swinging. Her body swaying back and forth caused the big toe, which was not moving at all, to start rubbing against her genitals. He wiggled his toes, fiddling with the c******s hidden among the hair, offering no reply whatsoever. Instead, he casually said, "If a man like me were to be your first love, a woman like you should be content, shouldn't you?" " How ...how could this be?" She frowned, trying to control her naked body hanging in the air. "If you...if you do that to me, it's...it's r**e, and I'll go to jail." As if the sound coming from Kumi's mouth had flowed into another dimension , the man put down his feet, took off his pants, held the base of his semi-erect p***s, and chuckled to himself, "Speaking of which, it really has been a long time since I've been with a virgin." The man before her was completely naked. Kumi, who was also naked and bound in the same manner, suddenly felt a lack of oxygen, as if the surrounding air had been sucked away. She weakly groaned, "Please..." Please listen to me, okay...? The man still acted as if he hadn't heard her, took half a step forward, and probed his still not fully erect p***s into the rope-bound enclosure , rubbing back and forth in the center of her soft labia. The lubrication wasn't quite enough, so the man pulled back slightly, carefully licked his fingers with his tongue, smeared saliva around the opening, lifted her hips, suspending her body above his genitals, painstakingly found the entrance, then revealed his white teeth, smiled, and released his grip. "Ugh... Mmm... Ahhhhh..." I never expected that my 26 years of virginity would be ended so quickly. It was as if a red-hot iron bar was inserted straight into the fragile vaginal walls. Kumi didn't even feel the sensation of her hymen being broken before a tearing pain pierced through her entire body. Before the agonizing cries had even ended, the man resumed his actions, his blood-streaked p***s being pulled back rapidly, the thickest part reaching directly to the vaginal opening, before being thrust back in deeply without pause. Kumi's body began to sway in the air, the rope slowly sinking into her skin, and her breasts, which were not full to begin with, bulged into two pale red mounds under the confinement of the rope. Kumi shouldn't have felt anything other than pain during such a brutal and monotonous r**e, but when the man continued this action for nearly twenty minutes, his hard pubic bone and coarse pubic hair repeatedly pounding against the upper part of her vulva, causing her delicate c******s to swell and become numb, a feeling of being soaked in warm water welled up from deep within her uterus, warmly stimulating the area of her brain responsible for erogenous zones. "Mmm... no ...no, it feels so strange." Kumi's painful moans were mixed with a strange tenderness. Although she said no, her bloodstained vaginal opening tightened without any pretense, sucking on the in-and-out p***s like a small mouth. The voice seemed to return from another dimension . The man finally responded to Kumi's words. He hugged Kumi's sweaty naked body tightly, nibbled at her collarbone, and said breathlessly, "Katagiri-sensei, your lower mouth is much more honest than your upper one." "No...no..." she weakly protested, but she couldn't change the fact that the flower room was gradually filling with honey, so she could only turn her head away in shame. "Why did you reject my son when he confessed his feelings to you, a lewd female teacher like you?" The man gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, and began to exert force with his whole body, his hard p***s thrusting heavily into Kumi's tightly closed uterus. "Wh...what?" Upon hearing this unbelievable statement, Kumi's eyes widened to their limit. "You are...you are Sugito-kun's...father?" The man's answer was after he deeply penetrated her and poured his thick semen into her uterus. "Nice to meet you, I am Sugito Kawara, please take care of me." After giving this polite and ordinary self-introduction, he walked away and headed towards the wall next to the screen. The screen still showed a close-up of Kumi's genitals; the semi-white fluid, stained with semen, was flowing backward from her swollen vulva, hanging down in a sticky line before leaving a small, lewd puddle on the floor. "Sugito...Sugito-kun's matter...I...I'm so sorry..." Completely forgetting her position of having just been r***d, Kumi sincerely expressed her guilt to the man in front of her. As one of the first people to discover the suicide scene, Kumi still sees the blood-soaked, mangled image in her mind when she goes to sleep in the last few days. "No need to apologize." Kawahara responded coldly, pressed something on the wall, and the closet-like wall split open to the sides. He looked at a huge transparent container inside and said calmly, "Although you severed the continuation of my genes, I am still young. Without that so-called product of love, I have the opportunity to pass on my genes to more outstanding offspring." Kumi slowly processed what the other person meant, her eyes showing confusion. He pulled a tube of thick, cloudy white fluid from the transparent container, walked back to Kumi, looked at her, and said, "A teacher like you has no purpose in teaching. To make up for the temporary loss of my bloodline, you will help me with an experiment." He lowered his head, parted Kumi's petals with his fingers, and inserted the entire syringe without a needle into her cervix. Only after confirming that the opening of the syringe was inside the cervix did he begin to squeeze the fluid inside. "Thank me. This is a biological experiment that even the United States hasn't completed yet. You should feel honored to be a part of this experiment." Kawahara smiled and left these words for Kumi, whose face was ashen. He took a large rubber plug, inserted it into her v****a, tied it tightly with a belt, and left the room. Kumi didn't know what was being injected into her body, but she knew it was definitely not something beneficial. Sobbing, she lowered her head, and in her confusion, she began to feel, deep in her lower abdomen, inside the soft, smooth interior of her uterus, fierce and unfamiliar reproductive cells surging wildly towards the egg responsible for reproduction, instantly igniting a frenzied battle. What this would bring, Kumi was completely powerless to think about…