Slaughter Record Superior -Work Uniform Edition- [English] (Pixiv Fanbox)

This is an English translation of my work.

Recommended for those who are not good at Japanese.

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Author: mani

Translator: Mosaic

1

A garrote chair is the name of the tool that is used for strangulation and/or hanging.

What makes it different from a normal chair is the eerily long backrest and the loop of hemp rope attached to its topside.

This rope loop is arced to accommodate the neck of the seated person and restrains the neck of that person, preventing it from moving.

And if you turn the handle that exists behind the backrest, the rope loop will slowly squeeze the neck of the seated person, torturing them and ultimately taking their life.

It's a brutal torture device. No sex appeal whatsoever to it. No atmosphere for sex in the slightest.

-- But when the person sits on it and turns into an attractive girl on the verge of death, the story changes entirely.

It's strange because garrote chair's brutality can emphasize the gentleness and softness of the girl's flesh.

"Ah, umm... Um, my name is Watanami Yuka...♡ I'm going to die from being strangled to death right now...♡"

-- The gentle and smooth tone of her voice and the fragrance of her glossy hair made my brain go numb for a moment.

It was a pretty dark slaughter room.

I start to feel my breath quietly becoming rough as I gazed at her charming back figure.

There was one girl in office lady attire currently sitting on the garrote chair.

In contrast to the dirty wooden chair, you could see the shape of her breast, which could be confirmed even from behind, clad in a neat uniform.

She was a beautiful girl with a very attractive body. You could tell just by looking at just her back.

Looking at herself through the camera placed in front of her, she appears even more enchanting.

While she was thinking of what to say, both of her legs continued to spasm in a seductive manner.

-- Her beautiful long legs, which were fixed to the garrote chair in a state of being spread wide open, were twitching and shivering slightly.

Matching the driving sound of the vibrator that resonated with a loud mechanical sound.

Just as if it was inviting a male lust through the camera's lens.

"It's always been my dream to die from the garrote chair♡ Ahh!!♡ Ahh!!♡ I'm really looking forward to it...♡ I'm so happy...♡"

With her neck already restrained by a rope loop, her back was somewhat comically convulsing.

Watanabe Yuka.

According to the data file - and my impressions after actually having a conversation with her a while ago - she was a neat and tidy woman, by nature.

She was a cheerful receptionist working for a first-class company, naturally attracting men with her beauty and style. Despite this, she wasn't promiscuous or manipulative; she lived her life instinctively to be liked by others.

But she was also a livestock.

On this day of slaughter, she was licentiously enjoying her final moments as a female, not being different from any other livestock.

"Well then, thank you all for everything until now - ♡"

Most likely, she has always been pure and beautiful, and has continued to fascinate others with her beauty.

She turned her soothing smile on her colleague as she passed.

She has been politely greeting customers who come to her window.

And she also has unintentionally attracted people's attention with her plump breasts.

-- That same Watanabe Yuka now experiencing the vibrator that was applied to her pussy with her legs fixed to the garrote chair.

The more people who know her as expected, the gentler and gentler she is, and the more valuable her footage will be. I have to say, a beautiful girl is always full of temptation, even the appearance of being slaughtered was not enough to change that.

Anyway, in order to carry out my duties, I placed my hand on the handle under her head.

When I slowly and carefully twisted it, the rope loop that restrained Watanabe Yuka's neck began to move slightly.

"Ah♡♡♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ Ah♡ Ah...♡"

For a moment, the coldness of the metal clinging to her neck made her cry out in anticipation.

It seems that this time was generally unbearable for livestock that chose the slaughter method called the garrote chair. She was ecstatic with the feeling of death approaching from the rope loop that was squeezed to the point of cutting into her delicate skin.

In fact, Watanabe Yuka clenched her teeth and climaxed even though she hadn't even been strangled by the loop yet.

"Nhiih♡♡ Iiihhh!!♡♡"

Yuka let out a passionate voice that sounded as if the blood vessels in her brain had popped all at once and swayed her body as she tried to turn her head and lean back.

In the end, while tilting her head with the momentum, she jerked her lower body with a big twitch and spouted out a gush of her love juices.

Seeing her indecent behavior that didn't match her uniform, I instinctively removed my hand from the rope loop.

"...Gohh... Haah...♡"

...The rope loop was squeezed, and finally, it came to strangle her neck.

However, I stopped my hand right before the loop was able to completely block her airways. Slaughter using the garrote chair usually takes a long time to allow the subject to fully enjoy the suffering of the lack of oxygen and the ecstasy that comes with it.

That time began when the restrained office lady twisted her body lasciviously while sitting on the garrote chair.

Was she instinctively trying to escape, or was she simply writhing in pleasure?

As she arched her upper body backwards as best as she could within her restraints, raising her voiceless voice, she then twisted herself in great climactic spasms over and over again.

Every time she would reach her orgasm, her waist bounced violently, her uniform gradually becoming more and more disheveled, and it took on a truly perverted aspect, matching the image of the slaughterhouse. Her well - proportioned and well - dressed beauty now drowned in the pleasure that the lack of oxygen provided to her and would become something less than human being the closer she was to losing her life.

A fascinating process unfolded before my eyes.

The sound of her wild struggling was intense as it echoed through the slaughterhouse.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

...RATTLE!

There is no doubt that the number of loud sounds that echoed here was the number of times the girl climaxed.

The sound produced by the soft female body dancing in front of me was so comical that it was remarkably obscene in a sense.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. This state of affairs lasted for about 30 more minutes or so.

However, the sounds she makes would gradually become weaker and weaker.

Her convulsions became more and more mild and intermittent, just like she was about to lose control of her bladder. Finally, as she urinated, her convulsions gradually disappeared.

...What remained behind was a dying office lady that is drowning in her pleasure.

I felt it was the right time, so I put my hand on the handle once again and squeezed it thoroughly.

"~~~~~~~...♡♡♡"

Without making any sound, she suddenly tensed her toes.

The climax wave she should have experienced made her body jump again. It was like a candle flame that burned violently for a moment just before it would ultimately go out.

The last climax of the open - legged office lady has now happened, the strongest yet as her body convulsed and twitched violently.

However, in contrast to the terrific climax that she must have felt as if all the pleasure left in her body had been released, She had now become an empty shell, unable to even release a single drop of leftover love juice.

The livestock, deprived of her ability to speak, shook its body several times in waves of convulsions instead of just panting.

-- And then, before long, it stopped moving, and it was over.

I stopped the video camera and once again stared at what was once known as Watanabe Yuka from the front.

Her pale, hollow expression seemed to be endlessly happy.

Even after death, there was no such thing as helplessness in her expression, as the office lady who was restrained by the garrote chair managed to make her wish come true.

While feeling sexual desire rising inside me, I suppressed that feeling and started cleaning up.

After confirming that the video data from the video camera was properly collected, everything was concluded without a moment's delay.

Because that was my job.

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2

Less than an hour after I strangled Watanabe Yuka to death, I moved to another slaughter room in the facility.

This facility was an attached slaughterhouse of the RL1 School. There was no problem with the number of slaughter rooms, and naturally, the movement between rooms is very fast.

However, even at this large attached slaughterhouse, it was rare for one employee to be in charge of slaughtering more than one livestock per day.

Before entering the room, I took a breath and looked over the documents I had in my hands.

...There are four slaughters planned for today. With that one taken care of, there were still three more to go.

It can be said that it is an exceptional number, but that is also something that can't be helped.

The reason is that today's slaughter is all related to a certain project that RL1 School was developing. It can be said that it is only natural for today to be extremely busy, with a whole lot more work than usual.

Once again, I let out a sigh.

Of course, there is also fatigue related to this work, but that is not the direct cause of the sigh.

Witnessing attractive livestock getting slaughtered in rapid succession... Frankly speaking, it's. too much of a temptation.

When I opened the door, there was a couple of a man and a girl who were indulging in intense copulation in the midst of letting out a moan.

I had no interest in the man, but I was fascinated by the sweet voices of the girl.

She was a beautiful girl who was wearing the uniform of a fast - food chain restaurant.

Yes, this "uniform" part was important. I once again glanced at the title of the documents at hand.

"Advertisement of RL1 School's Attached Slaughterhouse by Selling Slaughter Videos of Working Women."

The theme of today's slaughter was to promote the slaughterhouse by selling video works of working women wearing uniforms as they were slaughtered.

Naturally, this is not something that is forced on the livestock.

It was quite a struggle to gather four livestock on the same day to fit the project, especially since they had to be beautiful women in uniforms who wanted to be slaughtered in the near future, but that would be a story for another day.

"Oh...♡ Ah♡ Cumming!♡ Oh shit!♡ Go deeper♡ Right there!♡ Ah!♡"

Her name is Morise Maki, a former RL1 School student who graduated last year. She has been working at a fast food restaurant since her first year of high school and is currently wearing the restaurant's uniform.

It also seems that Maki-san really enjoys sex. She seems to be purely indulging in pleasure, and there was not even a hint of reluctance in her face. Combined with her well-groomed appearance, it made me feel refreshed even though she was having sex with some other men right now.

They had already finished recording "The Final Confession" about two hours ago.

In other words, they have been going at it for two hours since then.

"Ahh♡ Ahh♡ Shoo good!!♡ Aaahhh, ahh, more! Give me more!!♡♡ Oh no! No! No! Cumming! Cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!"

-- As Maki-san, who was pierced all the way to the back of her pussy, arched her upper body backwards to the waves of her climax, her plump thighs seemed especially alluring and lustrous to me.

Just by looking at the flesh of her lower body where she was being slammed by the man's crotch, it was clear to see just how good she was feeling and just how much joy she was taking from this.

No matter how you look at her body that was fucked in her uniform, it could only be said that her body was one that was born to be fucked by others.

As a man, of course, it meant that if I would be able to have sex with it, I would be able to go at it for hours without getting tired at all.

According to what I heard from her earlier, her partner had the propensity to show particular excitement about fast food restaurant uniforms in the first place. About two years ago, he fell in love at first sight with Maki, who was working part-time, and he managed to persuade her to become his lover.

A beautiful girl in his favorite uniform had a body that would naturally fit men's sexual desires.

It's only natural for a man to want to hold her until the very end.

"Ahh♡ Ahh♡ Cumming! I'm cumming again!♡♡"

Yes, the time was now at hand.

I checked the time on my wristwatch and started to move, despite Maki-san who looked as if her fresh and soft skin of her crotch was sucking the man's dick inside of her as her uniform wrinkled and rustled.

Everything would be coming to an end precisely on schedule.

Putting the documents aside, I picked up the dully shining silver object that was leaning against the wall of the room.

An ostentatiously large decapitation knife.

It was a blade that existed only for the purpose of cleanly cutting off the head of a livestock whose whole body has been thoroughly enjoying the process of copulation for a long time, in the best possible way.

"Ahh, ahh... I'm at my limit...♡♡ I feel so good that I'm going to die...♡"

We have already talked about it. I didn't even need a final confirmation.

All I had to do was just ruthlessly cut off her head. This was her preferred method of slaughter.

In the first place, the slaughter itself was something that Maki-san volunteered herself after learning about RL1 School's project.

In front of the camera that kept on recording ever since they first started to have sex, I just carried out the decapitation. and keep out of the way of the camera.

Before I knew it, Maki-san's ecstatic eyes were looking up at me.

When did I come right next to her?

Somehow, I seem to be a little distracted.

In fact, this profession always makes me crave to release my sexual desire on the livestock being slaughtered, but due to professional ethics, I often refrain from doing so.

-- While thinking about it, I swung the blade down without hesitation at Maki-san's neck, who was clearly asking for decapitation with her eyes.

A sharp splatter of blood erupted from Maki-san's neck.

Above her neck, there was no longer anything. Her head rolled on the ground nearby with an inorganic sound that could not be made by a living person.

The only thing left behind was the headless Maki-san's body, still clad in that extremely attractive uniform.

-- It would jump and twitch violently in abnormal convulsions while still connected to the man via her crotch.

Immediately, the man's piston filled with intense heat.

Before being a slaughterer, I could understand his feelings well as a fellow man.

There is no object more sexually arousing than this.

A former girlfriend who has become a meat doll that could be used as you like, trembling with comical physiological convulsions that would stimulate any man's sadistic urges.

Compared to the excitement of embracing and violating a woman in her uniform while penetrating her vagina that was undulated and convulsing at its climax, normal sex until just now must have been like child's play.

He swung his hips toward the headless meat doll that had lost her human rights, and the excitement of him firing into its depths would seem to burn his brain.

In fact, the man seemed to be immersed in climax as he wrestled the convulsing woman's body and shook his hips thoroughly.

Let's postpone cleaning up in here and picking up the footage for now.

I left the two and left the slaughter room behind.

With that state of affairs, the man - and the one who was known as Morise Maki would still be left unsatisfied.

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3

The third slaughter was something like a break from my point of view.

The woman who was waiting in the slaughter room modeled after a hotel room didn't seem to want me to get her hands on her.

"...Please leave me alone until the end of everything."

This was the first time I'd met her personally because I was proceeding with the procedure only by phone and email with this girl in particular.

Her cool beauty was something that would make you fall in love with her instantly, making even the previous two girls seem like nothing special in comparison.

Hinami Chiaki is an active flight attendant so her figure is exquisite, like that of a sculpture. If you were to see her on the street, she would most certainly catch your eye.

However, her tired expression and the pistol she was holding in her hand made me think that now was not the time to be fascinated by her appearance.

I don't know anything about this particular slaughter, but it seems that she wanted a distinctly different kind of death than the other two had.

"...Thank you. I would appreciate it if you could retrieve my corpse after confirming that I had passed away."

I left the slaughter room after confirming the minimum requirements so as not to burden her mind any more than necessary.

Next, let me wait in the break room until it's time for the final slaughter to occur.

Like this, she would be able to fully enjoy her final moments, and she most certainly did, as I could see in the video footage later.

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"...◇◇-san, I'm really sorry."

Looking at the camera that was still recording, I deeply prostrated myself.

I apologized by pressing my forehead against the ground while still wearing my stewardess uniform.

"I apologize from the bottom of my heart for having deprived you of your proud job due to my careless actions..."

-- Sex on the plane is, of course, permissible.

However, my beloved lost his job because I wanted him to do me while we were both still on duty.

He was the co-pilot of the plane at the time.

On that day, I asked my boyfriend for sex on a plane during the flight... No, I begged him to do me right there and right at that moment. I don't want to make excuses for it because, in front of him, I was a lewd woman who couldn't control her own lust. I forced him to make love to me because of my own selfish desires.

And the plane was involved in an accident - although it had nothing to do with us having sex - fortunately, it managed to avoid crashing.

He didn't do anything wrong, but he was held accountable and dismissed because he was suspected of neglecting his duty while having sex with me on the plane.

"From now on, I shall dedicate my everything to you... My dignity, my life... even my corpse..."

It was not that he blamed me for what happened.

But I couldn't help feeling sorry for him if I didn't offer myself to him as the greatest apology and expression of love that I could think of.

"...◇◇-san, I love you. I'm a woman who doesn't deserve ◇◇-san's love, but please at the very least use my corpse as much as you like."

Once again, after deeply bowing my head down, I stood up and sat down in the chair.

-- I have asked that the video up to this point not be included in the video material planned by RL1 School.

And from here on out, so to speak, the production would begin in earnest, I guess.

"...Fuh"

I pressed the muzzle of the pistol against my temple.

The sensation of the hard, cold lump pressing on the bone through the skin with a cold sound heightened the sense of urgency circulating across my body.

As a livestock, I can't help but feel my heart dance in elation.

Before I knew it, I had spread my legs toward the camera.

"...Nnnhh, ahhh♡"

Masturbating with my free hand, I felt an electric current running down my spine.

"Ah♡♡ Nhhh♡♡!!"

-- The marrow of my brain seemed numbed and melted, a dangerous sensation to be feeling in a situation like this.

The definite reality that if I accidentally pulled the trigger, I would have my brain fluids smeared all over the floor maximized my pleasure.

My fingers moved uncontrollably and stimulated my pussy.

With two fingers, I pressed and kneaded my clitoris and rubbed it violently.

I put my finger inside of my genitals and went on a rampage inside of there as much as I desired.

The sound of water splashing echoed in the quiet slaughter room.

The more intense that sound would become, the more pleasant it felt to me and the more my sense of reason was eroding, and I felt like it was filling me with pleasure from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.

Ahh, how lewd and improper of me.

Still, in front of this ecstasy, I couldn't afford to worry about my eroding sense of reason.

It also served as a reminder to me.

Before I was a stewardess, I was nothing but a livestock.

While I was single-mindedly rubbing my pussy, my thoughts flew away.

After that, I just pulled my finger on the trigger alongside the climax I was experiencing.

Ahh, c-cumming...♡ Cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming...!!♡

It will be slaughtered in a moment! I will become ◇◇-san's and ◇◇-san's only!♡

Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!♡

Hmmm - ♡♡♡

Ah, cum...!!

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-- At the moment when the ultimate climax overcame her, her consciousness would have been cut off in the best possible state.

I let out a sigh as I looped the footage I retrieved from the slaughter room where her brilliant brain matter splattered.

I could feel my lust burning inside of me.

This is some really great footage that we are getting here.

A cool flight attendant devotes herself to masturbation in the name of her lover and finally pulls the trigger to kill herself.

There is a kind of catharsis when a woman in a profession that can be said to be a symbol of reason physically destroy her reason with her own hands, and at the same time, it makes you feel a tragedy and stimulates your male sadism.

-- The final slaughter will be held at night.

Considering the content of the slaughter that was to come later, it was nothing but cruel that I couldn't let out my sexual desire with this image of this girl moaning with a beautiful voice like that of a harp.

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4

Finally, the last, the fourth person was about to be slaughtered.

"...I think it's a really distorted request."

With a voice that sounded like that of a bell, the girl bowed her head deeply to me, wearing a pure white nurse uniform.

Her cherry-colored lips and smooth, porcelain-like white skin complemented her faintly reddish cheeks and shiny green hair. She was a beautiful girl exuding both neatness and sex appeal.

First of all, I had to make an effort to get her - Yamakage Yukiko - to raise her head.

"For me, this is my job... and even before that, I don't think you have done anything wrong as a person in the slightest."

After telling her what I thought, I would "confirm" things with her again.

"...Yes, of course, you can use my corpse. No, please, use it however you want. This is what I hope for."

I nodded my head and led her to the slaughter room, which resembled the hospital room.

It was night now. In this dark hospital room, Yukiko-san first finished her "Final Confession" in front of the camera.

"...Well then, thank you very much."

I went over to her and gave her what she had wanted and repeated my promise to her.

It was a capsule of medicine.

Yukiko-san smiled slightly and she left the hospital room.

When she left the room, I changed into the patient's costume and crawled into the bed.

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The medicine I gave her was a dangerous item that can only be possessed and used by some of the slaughterhouses with a license to handle hazardous materials. And even so, the use by a licensed slaughterhouse requires approval from the local branch of the Great Library in advance.

That's because it was a powerful drug that could be dangerous if used incorrectly.

-- Because that medicine exerted a strong hypnotic effect on those who take it.

"...■■-kun, can I... can I come in...?"

With the sound of the door opening, Yukiko-san came into the room and asked me that question.

■■ is not my name, of course.

Because of the medicine's effects, Yukiko believes that I am lying on the bed as ■■ who was a patient that she's taking care of.

"I, this is... Umm, you see... I, uhh... can't stand it... anymore... ■■-kun... Please... will you help me out... with my slaughter, that is...?"

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■■ is the name of Yamakage Yukiko's lover in this setting.

It seems that ■■ was originally a male patient with an incurable disease, and Yukiko-san was the nurse in charge of that very patient. The two instantly fell in love with one another. And Yukiko-san was determined to die for her beloved ■■ while he was still alive. Deep down in her heart, she wanted them to walk together until their deaths and even beyond.

However, much earlier than planned, ■■'s condition deteriorated and he left this world prematurely.

Yukiko-san, who was left behind, applied for this project, hoping to use a powerful hypnotic drug to simulate "die for him while ■■ was still alive".

"■■-kun, I... I love you... I... I really love you..."

Yukiko-san's face was approaching me as she climbed onto the bed on all fours while still wearing her nurse uniform.

Yamakage Yukiko is a maternal, soothing woman in her demeanor, tone of voice, and perhaps even personality, just like her gentle and feminine features would suggest.

A girl like her, when she leaned in and showed me an expression full of love - even if it was fake - I couldn't help but feel excited.

Normally, out of pity for her unfortunate circumstances, I would refuse to have sex with her.

But right now, I was being shown a lot of lewd faces and scenes of slaughter throughout the entire day.

Honestly, I was at the limit of my patience.

At that time, Yukiko-san's soft touch that rubbed against my body entwined me completely.

Her sweet smell tickled my nostrils, and at the same time, her super - sweet and lewd face, without even a speck of impurity to it, pierced me head-on.

"How about we... kiss...?"

On the bed, the nurse would cover me completely.

She kept staring at me, her lips tightly overlapping mine.

And then we kissed.

It was a rich kiss that entwined both of our tongues together.

She would move in a relentless way, as if to melt our mucous membranes together, entwining our tongues even more, flicking the tip of hers and then sucking on it with great affection --

"Rurero, Nyuru, Jurururu... kiss, puah!♡"

-- With a sweet sound like that, our lips part.

"...■■-kun, I love you, I love you... even though you're sick, you're so kind to me... You care about other people... Really... I love you so much...♡"

She then hugged me tightly and gave me another intense kiss.

I didn't even have time to feel a pseudo - love from the words that were overflowing from her mouth, especially that "I love you" thrown with a machine gun speed.

"I heard from your Doctor that you might not actually last until tomorrow... So tonight... I have to kill myself... ■■-kun, I think I want to die for you... Nnnhh♡"

After entwining our tongues in a lewd spiral, Yukiko-san descended to my lower body while whispering those words, and carefully placed my dick inside of her mouth.

She pursed her mouth and never removed her upturned eyes from me as she stared in my eyes... And her eyes were so fixated on me that you could literally see the heart marks that formed in her pupils.

Up and down, with sticky and wet sounds, she would move her mouth from the tip of my dick all the way down to the root.

The thickness of her lips, which were crushing my erect prick, went down on me as if tracing the entire length of my bulge, going down all the way and then going right back up.

"Nnh, Nnh, Nnh, Nnh... Nnnhhh♡♡♡"

It didn't take long for me to be about to climax, partly because I had endured it all day.

While Yukiko-san's sucking me diligently and devotedly, I was in ecstasy entrusting myself to her, and at the same time, I was uplifted by the feeling swirling inside of my chest.

But so far, it was just a foreplay.

Because this isn't just a loving fellowship... It's a suicide that allowed her to follow her lover to the grave a slaughter.

"Hm? Hmmm...? Chuppah...♡ Wow, you've grown so large so fast... I'm so happy...♡"

She rose to her feet quietly and slowly - my crotch jumped violently as I saw her grabbing the noose hanging from the ceiling with both hands.

"Well then, I shall go first... My suicide is for you... look at me, ■■-kun..."

Saying that, she climbed onto the small chair beside me and put her neck through the rope's noose.

"■■-kun... I love you...♡"

-- Looking up from my viewpoint, her legs, wrapped in pure white stockings, gently kicked the chair off the bed with a gentle movement characteristic of her.

"Nnnhh, I...♡"

With nowhere else to go, her feet trampled the frenulum of my swollen meat stick instead of the chair.

However, it was not high enough to keep her alive.

With the smooth feeling of her stockings, the more she moved her legs in search of a non - existent stool to rest on, the more her feet fit into the shape of a cock, rubbing it swiftly and lovingly.

"Nghyiih♡ Iiihhh♡ Kahyiihi... Iiihhh...!!♡"

The soles of her feet sweetly crushed the swollen frenulum of my rampaging erection, then missed it, failed to seek support that was high enough, kicked it by accident, and then rubbed it gently as if to apologize.

Looking up from below, a beautiful nurse writhed as she was hanging, all while she continued to stimulate my cock. It was a perfect sensory feast.

She struggles with futile movements, trying to place her hands into the rope tightly biting into her neck, with a pale and ecstatic expression - This scene will certainly drive a primal instinct in any man.

The nurse's uniform hugged her exquisite feminine curves tightly, as she hung and danced while still manipulating my penis with her feet, causing me to reach my limit instantly.

And almost at the same time --

"Nnh... Nnhh...♡♡"

-- Yukiko-san was clearly climaxing in convulsions, and at the same time, she spouted a huge amount of thick and fragrant love juices from her pussy.

A nurse, hanging from the ceiling and convulsing, caught my ejaculation with her feet.

After thoroughly enjoying watching her and her physiological reactions, I climbed out of the bed once I confirmed her death.

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Receptionist office lady... Fast food clerk... Stewardess... Nurse...

A video based on the slaughters of these four later proved to be very useful material for publicity's sake.

While handing flowers to them, I still couldn't help myself but think of it that way.

May their future be filled with happiness.

And I will never be able to forget their lewdness for the rest of my life...

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