Slap! A sharp sound rang out as Yasin struck Seiko Shizuka's breast.
"Ah!!! No!! Please! It hurts! Sir! Please let me go! I've done nothing to you, why are you doing this to me?" Seiko Shizuka cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded weakly.
"Now, tell me, how many people are inside?" Yasin asked coldly, kneading Seiko Shizuka's swollen breasts as he spoke.
"There are many of us! If you hurt me, they will come for you!" Seiko Shizuka shouted angrily at Yasin.
"Good." Yasin nodded in satisfaction.
He already knew exactly how many people were inside. His question was merely part of Seiko Shizuka's "training"—a little game of interrogation and torture.
If she had obediently answered, it would have ruined the fun for Yasin.
Slap! Another sharp slap.
This time, Yasin struck Seiko Shizuka's tender buttocks.
With a crisp sound, Seiko Shizuka screamed in pain, a faint red handprint appearing on her pink, plump ass.
