Black Carmen 2

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(1) The mysterious woman

“Excuse me, is Masumi Kinoshita home? This is the human resources department of Huashan Housing. My name is Yazaki.”

Yazaki Hirosuke was now trying hard to hold back the urge to cough.

He told the other end of the line.

“…”

The other end hesitated for a moment.

“Masumi hasn’t come back yet.”

She finished quickly.

Hirosuke was speechless at that moment, and silence lasted for several seconds.

(…What’s this voice? What’s this hoarse voice?…)

Hirosuke listened carefully and asked.

“Excuse me, do you know when she will be back?”

“I don’t know.”

The woman on the other end of the line answered in a low voice.

(…What the hell, the answer is too short!)

“Excuse me, is anyone at home?”

Hirosuke asked again.

“No, I’m Masumi’s friend. She only asked to stay at my place during the interview.”

Kousuke heard the girl’s voice clearly.

(… Could it be that this hoarse voice, coupled with the fact that this woman called herself “me” instead of “me”? This voice is indeed Masumi’s voice heard on the phone… What’s going on?)

“Then, I’ll contact her later.”

Having said this, Kosuke put down the phone in the confusion.

At 10 o’clock in the morning, he was in the office of the human resources department of Huashan Housing.

Kosuke began to contact the five employees who had been appointed.

Because of the good impression made during the interview.

Masumi was also one of the people on the appointed list.

“Have you contacted everyone, Yazaki?”

He heard the voice of the section chief asking.

“There are still two people left to contact.”

“Contact them today. The resume should have a mobile phone number.”

While listening to the instructions, Kosuke looked at the resume on the table.

There was indeed a mobile phone number.

He hesitated when he reached for the receiver again.

He held a ballpoint pen in his hand and tapped it on the table while thinking.

The person who made the erotic request and seduced him looked like the girl who just talked on the phone.

However, the one who made him a erotic person was different from the photo of Masumi Kinoshita.

(What’s going on?)

“Ah!”

Kosuke screamed. The girl who made the phone call might be the one making friends.

(The girl with short blond hair… If that girl is the woman who talked on the phone…)

The smile of the short-haired woman who sneered at him in the subway appeared in Kosuke’s mind.

(I might be wrong!)

Suddenly, his palms were full of sweat.

The fingers still had the mucus of playing with Masumi’s vagina and lewd juice.

The person who didn’t even scream or ask for help, and was sweating heavily, was not asking him to be a pervert, but just gritted her teeth and endured the humiliation of her own fingers.

(I really became a pervert… I have to apologize… How could it become like this?) Kosuke picked up the receiver in a hurry and started to dial Masumi’s action code.

(Wait a minute, but if she wanted to escape from my fingers, she should be able to escape, but she got so wet… Could it be that Masumi really wanted to be touched by a pervert, and the woman with short golden hair was just helping Masumi to make a phone call… This possibility also exists.)

Such evil mentality became more and more intense.

His palm was caressing Masumi’s mature buttocks.

It was a fact that his fingers were pumping in the honey hole full of lewd juice.

(Is this proof of resistance or proof of pleasure… Which one?) Kosuke listened to the beeping of the phone while looking at the claw marks left on his palm.

“Hello!”

He heard a clear voice.

“This is Huashan House, I’m Yazaki…”

When she heard Kosuke’s announcement, Masumi hesitated for a moment whether to answer.

“…Yes, I’m Kinoshita”

In the end, she answered a little uneasy.

“I want to inform you that you’ve been accepted…”

“…Yes.”

Her voice was a little gloomy.

The caller was a pervert, and the pervert announced the acceptance.

She probably wouldn’t be very happy in her heart.

No, maybe she had a premonition that she had to satisfy the pervert again.

This might be because her voice was gloomy and she didn’t have the energy.

“If it’s convenient, please report to our company’s human resources department at 1 pm tomorrow.”

Kosuke told mechanically.

“Excuse me…”

“Yes!”

Masumi seemed to have something to say.

Unlike the female college students he had contacted today, who all responded with happy thanks, Masumi’s reaction was quite different.

No matter how long he waited, Masumi did not continue to speak.

“Then, I’ll wait for you to come tomorrow.”

Kousuke hung up the phone.

Then, he sighed quietly.

When he heard Masumi’s clear voice, his evil intentions rose again.

(It doesn’t matter if I’m wrong, Masumi wet my fingers. And, she didn’t resist. She just shook her shoulders like a cowardly lamb and endured the humiliation. I turned into a wolf. Just playing with my fingers is not enough. I want to insert my penis into her and rape her!)

Kousuke’s lips showed a devilish smile.

(2) Hormones

“No phone call, Rie.”

Around 6:30 in the evening, Kinoshita Masumi returned to her residence.

She put the convenience store bag in her hand on the table and asked.

“Yes, Huashan House.”

Rie answered while holding a cigarette.

“…Yes.”

Masumi answered with a disappointed look.

She walked through the narrow living room and opened the window. This was a 1DK (SSE: a suite with a bedroom, living room and kitchen) small apartment.

Next to the entrance was a small independent toilet, a simple kitchen and a living room with eight tatami mats. On the eight-tatami mat, there was a bed, a dining table for one person and a TV. There was almost no place to stand.

In addition, the clothes that Rie could not fit in her closet were placed everywhere.

This is a common thing for 1DK if you live alone in Tokyo.

Now because Masumi’s things are also placed here, the whole room is like a warehouse.

The trouble is that during the two weeks in Rie’s apartment, Rie kept smoking like a pipe in the small apartment. The sweat and secretions of the two women were full of the smell of cosmetics.

Even the quality of the house has deteriorated, and I feel very uncomfortable.

But, she couldn’t say anything more.

If she stayed in a hotel for two weeks, the money she saved in high school would be gone.

That was the money she had saved slowly in order to live in Tokyo.

“I finally got accepted, isn’t it great?”

Rie put out her cigarette and said.

“…Hmm.”

“What’s wrong? You don’t look very energetic. I finally got accepted. So far, several companies have not accepted me.”

“Nine companies, Huashan was the first one to accept me, but…”

“But, but what? You know how difficult it is for a freelancer like you to find a job, right? Now you have found the job you want, right?”

“That’s what I said, but this company has a nymphomaniac.”

Masumi still looked embarrassed.

It has been two weeks since I came to Tokyo, and although I was accepted for the first time.

But to be honest, she just couldn’t be happy.

“There’s more than one erotic maniac. It’s common to see erotic men on Tokyo trains. Just let him touch you. This is not Shikoku, this is Tokyo. Maybe it’s because Masumi has too little experience with men.”

“…But, there’s a erotic maniac in the company!”

“If you’re accepted, you can’t play anymore. You can find a boyfriend in Tokyo, right?”

“Huh?”

Masumi looked at Rie in surprise.

“Don’t lie to me. You smelled feminine yesterday and today. Did you go to the hotel just now?”

“That’s impossible!”

Masumi denied.

“Huh, is that so? There’s a smell, a feminine smell.”

Rie said as she stood up and walked towards Masumi.

Then, she used her nose to smell the smell desperately.

“It still smells like a woman. If it wasn’t in a hotel, it would just be caressing. Was it just here that was molested or was it wet because of the pervert?”

She suddenly pulled down Masumi’s lower abdomen.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I wasn’t touched there. I was just touched on my buttocks.”

Masumi lied.

No matter how close her friends were, she couldn’t tell her.

The fact that the pervert’s finger had penetrated her there.

(Maybe it really smelled like a man?…)

She escaped from the pervert and hurriedly got off the train.

At that time, she didn’t feel scared at all.

It was just that when she was walking on the platform, her feet felt uncomfortable.

She hurriedly ran off the train because she felt the white liquid ejected by the pervert.

Although she tried very hard to wash it, she still couldn’t wash off the disgusting sticky feeling.

Then, she also changed her thong that was wet by the white liquid.

Maybe the smell is still on her skin.

“I’m going out!”

Rie picked up the bag that was thrown on the bed.

She walked out to the night street in her miniskirt.

“Huh-”

Masumi let out a nasal breath.

(Could it be that it’s not just the white smell, but I also exude feminine smell?) But, no matter how hard she smelled, she couldn’t smell it.

(…But, maybe there really is a smell.) She looked down at her short skirt.

(…I’m wet, I got wet when I was touched by a pervert…)

She took off the top of her suit and her white bra.

She reached behind her back to unbutton her skirt.

Then, she was left with only the silver-gray bra and panties.

From behind, her round buttocks were beautiful and firm like a heart.

Masumi opened her knees as wide as she could without knowing it.

Her waist swayed in coordination.

She even let out a pleasant sound from her mouth.

“Ah, ah… ah, ah… gulp…”

The flesh inside her was also stirring, tightly surrounding her.

Her mouth was slightly open, her waist swayed back and forth, and she felt very hot inside.

Red light flashed through Masumi’s mind several times.

When the light turned white and exploded, it was an orgasm she had never experienced before.

Leading her to an unknown area, she was surprised…

“Ah, ah… How could it be… so good…”

It felt so good through the thin fabric.

(… As expected, I felt it, I am such a slutty woman…)

Masumi hurriedly removed her fingers.

If she continued to touch like this, she would be like a pervert.

She deliberately coughed dryly and walked into the bathroom.

She took off the thong that looked like nothing was wearing.

Masumi held her panties with both hands and spread them open, her panty bottom stained with her juices.

Her vagina, stimulated by the erotic maniac, was also wet with her juices.

(3) Peeping at the reception room

Her hands were clenched and placed on her tightly closed thighs.

She sat on a chair that made it impossible to straighten her back.

It was just like what she had learned in the job-hunting course she had taken in college.

Masumi raised her chin and waited for the person in charge to show up.

She was in the first reception room of Huashan House.

The hem of her short skirt, which was five centimeters above her knees, was straight, and her legs were tightly closed in front.

However, when she sat down, her skirt was pulled up about ten centimeters from her knees.

The stockings on her thighs were exposed and shone brightly.

While waiting, Masumi pulled up her skirt more than once to sit up straight.

But this did not cover her thighs.

The reason was that it was a sofa in the conference room.

It was a company that imported furniture, with an expensive leather sofa.

It was softer than it looked, and once you sat on it, your butt sank into it.

Because your thighs were so tightly closed, they were higher than your butt.

The erotic maniac, no, Team Leader Yazaki would probably sit at the long table opposite, which was about 40 centimeters high.

If you open your knees without paying attention, your underwear under your skirt will definitely be seen.

(I’d better give up!)

Masumi began to regret it.

She was still waiting for an offer from another company until noon.

But the phone never rang, maybe none of the ten companies accepted her.

If this continued, she would not be able to work in Tokyo.

She had no choice but to come to Huashan House.

If the erotic maniac was not there, Huashan House would also be the company she wanted to work for.

She was also interested in imported furniture, and she could be an interior designer in the future.

It was her dream to own a store of her own.

(But there are eroticists. The HR manager is the man who touched me there.)

She asked herself in her heart.

But I have had the dream of living in Tokyo since high school.

In order to realize my dream, some sacrifices may be necessary.

In addition, as Rie said, it is common to have eroticists in Tokyo.

If you get used to living in Tokyo, you should be able to repel the obscene eroticists.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

She stood up nervously.

She sighed in her heart to reassure herself.

The two people who entered the reception room were the section chief in his forties and team leader Yazaki.

If it was team leader Yazaki alone, she didn’t know what would happen.

“Oh, relax a little.”

The section chief held out his hand.

“Okay!”

Despite her nervousness, Masumi sat on the soft sofa with her sunken buttocks very straight.

Although it was only a little bit, she still noticed that her skirt was pulled up.

His eyes accidentally glanced at it.

Yazaki Kosuke warned himself and moved his eyes back to the documents.

However, his pupils were restlessly looking at Masumi’s thighs.

The little knees wrapped in stockings were tightly closed without any looseness.

However, the Italian-made sofa was very soft.

Once he sat on it, his whole butt sank in.

Because the tightly closed thighs were higher than the buttocks.

Although Masumi held on with her clenched fists.

But the small triangle inside could still be seen through the gap.

Kosuke’s eyes could not help but peek inside.

If it was opened about three centimeters, he might be able to see Masumi’s underwear.

(Is Masumi wearing a thong today?) He asked in his heart.

What kind of underwear would be worn under the neatly cut red suit?

Even if he knew that the other party was a pervert, he still reported to the Human Resources Department.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt that she would wear obscene underwear like yesterday.

(She didn’t even look at me.)

Kousuke moved his eyes back to Masumi’s face.

Masumi listened carefully to the section chief’s brief explanation of the business content, without even a sneak glance at Kosuke.

Kosuke’s eyes went from Masumi’s face to her slender neck, and then opened the first button and licked the white bra, and then moved down to the V-shaped front of the suit top.

Although his palm only touched Masumi’s mature buttocks, her breasts seemed to be soft.

Because she sat with her back straight, her entire chest was straight and protruding, and the second button of the short top seemed to be stretched open.

There were wrinkles near the collar of the top.

The curve of the top’s collar was bent and bulged.

“Next, we originally provided pre-employment training for new employees, but for our company, we only need to complete the training within four months.