Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 41

Dream and Reality

A night park.

As autumn deepened, the roadside trees gradually shifted their foliage toward shades of withered decay. The path, illuminated by overhead streetlamps, was brightly lit and meticulously maintained by the district's cleaning staff.

The pathway through this park served essentially as an access road connecting residential areas to the train station, used daily by many local residents. Ordinarily, at this hour, many salary workers and office ladies returning from the station would be passing through, making it a safe park even for a woman walking alone.

Yet, as she hurried her steps toward her apartment building, Junko Yoshikawa, an English teacher working at Eris Girls' Academy, felt a growing sense of unease. Today of all days, there was no one around her, and there was an absolute lack of human presence.

(Eh? Why is that?)

She had exited the station and walked straight down this familiar single path through the park without hesitation, but before she realized it, no one was around. Looking ahead, glancing backward, or scanning her surroundings, there was not a single silhouette of a person to be seen.

(Good grief... Why is there no one here today...)

Suddenly feeling uneasy, the beautiful female teacher pulled the collar of her thin coat tighter and quickened her pace. The clicking sound of her high heels echoed off the rows of trees, giving her the unsettling sensation that someone was chasing close behind. Though she logically knew it was an illusion, a chill ran down her spine.

(It's fine... This is a path everyone uses... I've walked it at even later hours before, and it was completely fine...)

Since school work had ended early, the time was still just past 8:00 PM.

She had heard that people constantly used this path until around midnight, so molesters and snatchers were practically unheard of here. Besides, park or not, houses stood just nearby, meaning a loud voice would easily carry. On the other side of the trees, houses with lit windows stood as living proof of human presence, offering Junko encouragement.

Arriving near the middle of the small park, a light came into view ahead: a public restroom. The restroom was always exceptionally clean and well-kept, reflecting the high civic standards of the residents and the district's ongoing efforts.

(Oh no... why, all of a sudden...)

The moment her eyes confirmed the public restroom, an urgent need to urinate struck her. Though a purely biological reaction, Junko felt bewildered by its sudden onset.

(Ah... why all at once...)

Once she became aware of it, the urge quickly became difficult to ignore. Her apartment building was just beyond the park, so she thought about holding it until she got there and pressed onward. However, with every step, the urge doubled, feeling as though it would never hold out that long.

(No way... in a place like this...)

Yet she had no other choice.

Fortunately, the public restroom looked clean and bright, suggesting she might somehow manage to endure it. Though feeling uneasy about the complete absence of people around, relieving this urgent pressure had to take priority.

Entering the women's restroom, she found two private stalls on each side, with all their doors standing open. Checking the washbasin area revealed no hidden spots, and feeling a sense of relief, Junko entered the rightmost stall at the very end. Stepping inside, she found it just as neatly cleaned as expected, completely free of grime or strange odors.

Relieved, she closed the door and locked it. Hesitating for a moment, she ultimately hung both her coat and her handbag on the inner door hook.

Rolling up her tight skirt and lowering her panties together with her pantyhose, she sat down, and a powerful stream of water gushed forth. Perhaps due to holding it in so strongly, the force surprised even herself.

(Phew...)

Remaining seated for a moment to enjoy the sudden sense of relief, she reached for the toilet paper to clean up. Since her menstrual period was nearly over with almost no bleeding, the sanitary pad attached to her lowered panties showed no red stains.

(Good grief... so much...)

Instead, what coated the top of the pad in a heavy layer was a different, viscous liquid. Secreted from her vaginal canal and caught by the pad, it glistened wetly under the dull fluorescent light.

(Ah... it's been so long since I've been with anyone...)

Tearing the pad off her panties and discarding it into the wastebasket, Junko acutely felt the degradation of her own body.

The only way she had been satisfying her sexual desires recently was through secret trysts with Usami, the vice-principal working at the same school. Though he was over forty, the older man possessed boundless physical stamina, and among all the men she had dated, their physical compatibility was simply peerless.

(Ah... no...)

Recalling the tall, elongated shape of Usami's penis, she felt the depths of her body grow hot and wet. Remembering the exquisite bliss that rigid member created within her womb, her ripened, frustrated body flared up in an instant.

(Ah... to become like this... hngh!)

When she rubbed her erect clitoris with toilet paper, a current of pleasure resembling sparks before her eyes raced through her entire body. Below that, her floral petals grew congested, parting wide open and weeping thick anticipation nectar.

(Like this... becoming like this...)

She couldn't help thinking what a wretched body she possessed.

Ever since she surrendered her virginity to her homeroom teacher in middle school, Junko had never gone without a sexual partner. Her rare beauty and physique continually drew men in, leading one proposal of love after another.

Her cool beauty was defined by slanted eyes. Coupled with that intellectual face was a glamorous physique—strikingly obvious even through clothing—that defied standard proportions. During her university days, she was treated like a queen in her circle, and even during her short study abroad in America, white and black men alike swarmed around her 96 cm H-cup body.

Her internal anatomy was also top-tier; invading men without exception ejaculated within mere minutes, completely captivated by her performance. Because of that background, she had never truly known deep ecstasy until she met Usami.

However, when Usami raped her a year ago in a hotel during a staff training trip, Junko experienced the profound depths of sexual pleasure for the first time. After being made to drink alcohol, becoming intoxicated, and having her room breached to be violated until morning, Junko had writhed and gone mad with the joy of the flesh.

Ever since, her illicit affair with Vice-Principal Usami had continued. Her connections with her numerous casual sex partners faded away, leaving her trysts with the vice-principal as her sole outlet for carnal desire.

Yet now, because her sexual partner had injured himself during tennis practice, that outlet had been temporarily cut off. Realizing how easily her body reached such levels of frustration over a mere gap in time, and recognizing the true depth of her desires, the English teacher could only think herself wretched.

Even so, her runaway body refused to stop.

(Ah... Sensei...)

Taking advantage of the total emptiness around her, she used her fingers inside the public restroom. Rubbing the erect pearl of flesh sent sweet, intense stimuli echoing straight to the crown of her head. Though she tried desperately to restrain herself with reason, once it reached this point, her fingers refused to stop.

She had started the masturbation thinking of Usami, but her partner quickly shifted to her very first sexual partner: her middle school homeroom teacher. From there, the imagined partners in her fantasies shifted rapidly—the university club president, the black man who had violated her in a restroom, the middle-aged man she shared a car with, and so on.

(No... someone... someone, hold me...)

From the depths of her parted thighs, lewd bodily fluids overflowed thickly. Scooping them up with her fingers, she stroked her slick protrusions, tasting the sharp, sweet stimulation that melted her hips. Biting her refined eyebrows in response to the pleasure, the beautiful English teacher sought to drown in a temporary ecstasy within the public restroom.

(Ah... I'm cumming...)

At that moment, a sharp click echoed as the door right before her swung open.

(Hiiiiiiiii!!)

Faced with the unbelievable and sudden occurrence, Junko could not even manage a proper scream. In an instant, the waves of lust raging inside her body vanished, replaced by sheer panic over the dark figure suddenly standing before her.

Yet, sitting on the toilet with her legs spread wide and deeply engrossed in masturbation just moments before, she was completely unable to move. Her panties and pantyhose were pulled tight around her calves, acting essentially like leg irons.

(Noooooo!!)

When she finally managed to raise her voice, a powerful grip seized her hands, dragging her upward by force. Though the immense strength and rough texture of the hands confirmed the intruder was a man, his face remained entirely obscured in the backlight.

(Hiiiiiii!)

Spinning her body around in place, Junko was forced to face the toilet bowl while standing. Pushed forward roughly, she instinctively stretched out both hands to brace herself against the opposite wall.

(Noooooo!)

Presenting her buttocks directly toward the dark man, Junko screamed in terror and revulsion as she realized his intent. Yet, for reasons unknown, her body refused to generate any strength, rendering her hands and feet as immobile as if bound by invisible chains.

(Ah... stop...)

The sensation of her black tight skirt being rolled up, followed by a metallic clinking sound, filled Junko with bone-chilling horror as she anticipated what was about to happen next. This intruder was unmistakably going to rape her right now.

Though trembling violently from fear, Junko simultaneously realized that her own body was burning and throbbing with heat. Despite being handled roughly and facing gang-rape in a women's restroom, she noticed—to her utter confusion—that she was feeling intensely aroused.

(W-Why... Why is this happening?)

Presenting her white, plump hips toward the man and unable to move, she was practically inviting coitus. The desire and excitement from her earlier masturbation flooded back into her body; even though her mind was filled with terror, her physical body burned far more intensely than during her trysts with Usami.

(Ahiiiiiiiiii!!!)

With a heavy impact, it suddenly arrived.

The instant it did, an electrical current of pleasure pierced her entire body. From the depths of her hips, a torrent of stimulation numbering in the tens of thousands of volts surged through her frame, scorching her brain white.

(Gah... Uwaaaaaah!!)

Her lustful body responded instantly to the craved pleasure, plunging headfirst into the abyss of deep ecstasy. The bliss was sweeter than anything she had ever experienced, making her encounters with Usami pale utterly by comparison.

It was a pleasure tinged with nihilism and darkness, as though she were being dragged straight down into hell.

(Ahhh! Hiiii! Incredible, it's incredible!!)

The man began to move.

Every time he did, goosebumps broke out across her entire body, and sparks danced before her eyes in response to the agonizingly sweet stimulus. Supporting her weight with her widespread legs and her hands pressed against the wall, she sought to endure the pleasure that threatened to melt her lower half.

(Ahiii! Ah! Ah! Aaaah!)

Her brain felt like a whipped milkshake, sweetly churned and dissolved. Forgetting entirely that she was in a public restroom in a park, and forgetting that she was currently being assaulted by a violent offender, she simply pushed her hips backward and writhed in abandonment.

(Aaaah! No! Stop!! Ahhh!)

The man's robust hand wrapped around her front, ripping her blouse open to expose her breasts. Seizing her massive breasts—which threatened to burst through her black lace bra—he kneaded and massaged them with a brutal, rough touch.

(Ohooooooooooh!!)

While doing so, a careless, heavy thrust struck her absolute depths, eliciting a joyful cry of delight that parted her lips at the shock and rapture of feeling her body nearly torn apart. Her slanted eyes remained open, yet they saw nothing, glazed over and tinted with the flames of ecstasy behind her metal-frame glasses.

Her 96 cm H-cup breasts changed shape inside the man's hands, blending with the pleasure radiating from her hips to bestow unimaginable bliss upon their owner. Groaning in whimpering agony before the fiercest, most intense pleasure of her life, the beautiful English teacher could only tremble.

"I'm going to release it."

(Hiiiiii! No! Stop it! No! Not inside!!)

Whispered right by her ear, those words caused her body to freeze simultaneously in terror and pleasure. The terrifying possibility of being impregnated inside caused her vaginal walls to contract with an incredible tightness, ironically granting both Junko and her rapist an extreme surge of pleasure.

(Nooooooo! I'm cumming!! Ngh-aaaaaaaaah!!)

Feeling the pulsing, throbbing male seed driving deep into her womb, Junko squeezed her throat and emitted an ecstatic battle cry. Her snow-white breasts were gripped until bruises threatened to form, the pain acting as a seasoning that heightened her pleasure further.

A bolt of pure pleasure striking the beautiful English teacher.

Standing inside the empty public restroom, violated from behind by a stranger, Yoshikawa Junko shivered down to her fingertips in the grip of towering, overpowering bliss.

(Who... Who is it...?)

Looking back over her shoulder to check the rapist's face, the features slowly focused and materialized within her blurred field of vision.

(Hiiiiii...!?)

Jerked awake instantly by the sound of her own scream,

Junko found herself blinking in a bed. Her sluggish mind took a moment to comprehend that she had just been asleep. In the soft light of an autumn morning, her throat felt bone-dry.

(...Wa... was it a dream...??)

Lifting her upper body, she looked down at her nightgown-clad physique, finally confirming that the ordeal had been an event confined entirely to dreams. Glancing at the bedside table in her bedroom, she noticed her uncompleted foreign-language book resting there, reminding her that she had returned home safely yesterday without incident.

(Still... still, it felt so vividly real...)

Even now, the impact of that flesh pillar driven deep into her womb and the profound sexual pleasure she had been made to experience remained deeply etched into her bodily memory. So did the sensation of the man's pulsating penis injecting a massive volume of semen directly into her vital parts at the very end.

(Ahhh...)

Trembling inside her womb as the man's seed scattered endlessly.

Recalling that sensation, Junko felt her ripened body flush with heat in an instant.

The robust masculine organ and its hipwork. The rough caresses and heavy breathing.

All of it combined with rich memories of pleasure to heat up the depths of her body, causing honeyed fluids to warm and moisten her intimate areas.

Yet, thinking rationally, it was undeniably a dream. At that hour, the park path couldn't possibly have been entirely empty, and no matter how panicked she might have been, she should have clearly recognized the face of any intruder if it were reality. Unlike real memories, the details of the assailant remained vague and indistinct, typical of a dream.

(Good grief, to dream of being raped. Am I really that frustrated...)

Slipping out of her sweat-soaked nightgown, Junko headed toward the bathroom to take a shower. Deep inside her body still burned like glowing charcoal, and sticky honey continued to leak continuously, trickling all the way down her thighs.

(Hrk!)

However, the moment she opened the bathroom door, Junko froze. Catching sight of her own reflection in the vanity mirror, she let out a muffled scream and stood completely paralyzed.

Miraculously—or rather, impossibly—reflected on her body within that mirror was an undeniable reality: clear, distinct handprints left imprinted upon her soft, white breasts.

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