The identity check went more smoothly than expected. The security personnel only gave Xing an ambiguous and envious look before entering the elevator code behind them and using the access card to open the passage to the 16th floor.
According to Xing, floors 16 to 18 are the exclusive floors of this club. The other elevators do not stop on these three floors, and there are no surveillance cameras installed in the corridors of these three floors. The soundproofing of the rooms is very strong, so no matter how sharp the screams are, they will not affect the guests in the next room.
As Koga Yu mentioned, the pass didn't offer any discounts on room rates or allow room reservations. Most of the rooms next to 1608 were already booked, and with her wallet severely damaged, Naga had no choice but to choose 1602.
It was just a themed room, and the hours were the industry standard until noon the next day, but the money spent could have bought a presidential suite for two days in even the top hotels in Tokyo. Even with her firm resolve, Naga still felt a pang of pain at this sudden expense of almost a month's salary.
Determined to get revenge on Aya, and preparing for the attack to begin, Naga used the access card to open room 1602 and went inside with An.
There's nothing particularly special about it; the first impression that comes to mind is its size. Unlike typical love hotels, the rooms are suites, and the layout is closer to that of a regular hotel. But thinking about it, it makes sense, since apart from these three floors, this place is essentially a normal hotel.
The bed was enormous. Sitting on it, my buttocks immediately felt its soft, springy texture. There were steel frames at the four corners that could be raised and secured, allowing it to be pulled up as needed, echoing the hooks hanging from the ceiling. At the bottom of the steel frames were leather handcuffs connected to metal chains, and the headboard was covered with numerous buttons labeled with various functions that could alter the bed's position.
Just this bed alone suggests countless exciting ways to play.
Metal frames in the shape of X and cross, rocking horse, shackle chair, restraint table... the suite is filled with large equipment that is a must-have for conventional SM enthusiasts. In addition, the closet is full of props, which is indeed a favorite of people like Asami.
Xing looked at the furnishings in the room with a complicated expression, standing in the entryway, seemingly unwilling to go in.
For ordinary women, such places certainly won't leave any pleasant memories. These places, so focused on privacy, must have concealed the sorrowful cries of countless innocent young girls.
"Let's sit down for a while." Naga shook her head and patted the mattress next to her. "I think it will be a while before they come up."
An hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down next to Naga, clasping her hands together on her knees, and whispered, "Kae said she would give me a message after we get to the room."
"Then we just need to wait patiently." Naga nodded, his gaze unconsciously falling on Anzu's slender ankles. After she changed into slippers, her beautiful ankles made him think of the leather handcuffs attached to the bed leg next to them.
He swallowed hard, quickly drawing his attention away from the furnishings in the room.
There was a hardcover book on the bedside table. He picked it up and opened it, intending to use it to pass the time.
Sure enough, the hardcover book contained detailed, illustrated instructions on the use and safety precautions for all the various tools and equipment in the room. He looked up at the closed doors to the suites on either side. According to the description, the room behind the blue door was the rope-binding room, and the room behind the red door was the torture room. As for the things inside, their names were quite self-explanatory.
Naga quickly flipped through the book, but instead felt even more agitated. The models in the illustrations were only average-looking, but paired with the lewd and novel props, they were incredibly stimulating. He subconsciously rubbed his crotch and asked, "Has Kae not sent a signal yet?"
Xing picked up her phone and shook her head. Seemingly looking for something to do, she took out a spare digital camera from her purse and adjusted the lens.
This is just in case, because members-only clubs like Ashe provide a full set of photography equipment in the room.
"Xing, can we really threaten Fujibayashi?" Naga lay back on the bed, looking at the huge mirror on the ceiling, her tone still somewhat confused.
Xing nodded seriously, "It's definitely possible. Even if Ashi doesn't care, her father does. I heard that Ashi's inheritance rights have already been squeezed very low. If something really happens, it's not impossible for them to be revoked. Her father is an old-fashioned man. He's never been very satisfied with her mixed-race heritage and has always preferred her pure-blooded sister. If he doesn't get a son in the end, the heir will probably be her future brother-in-law. Her performance will probably determine how much scraps she gets in the end."
"Hearing you say that, it sounds like she doesn't care much about the inheritance rights."
Xing shook her head. "Don't underestimate their family's business. Even the scraps are not a small amount that can be easily given up. Otherwise, why do you think she would be so miserable as to stay in such a small company? Isn't it because she listened to her father and came here to gain experience? If it were really just for beautiful women, their family would have a dedicated agency for the old man to enjoy."
Uh... Although he had a general idea of Asami's father's family and knew a little about the Fujikawa family's reputation, he was still somewhat shocked to hear such words.
The one they were planning to target was the second daughter of such a family patriarch… Besides a vague sense of fear, there was also an urge to try, just like the feeling that surged up when they agreed to this operation. Naga smiled and reached out to stroke An's buttocks. "Then, let's pray together that we don't get thrown into Tokyo Bay."
About forty minutes later, the long and agonizing wait finally came to an end. After a series of vibrating beeps, Anzu nervously picked up her phone and looked at Naga, "It's Kae."
Naga took a few deep breaths, stood up, and said, "Then, let's begin."
"Naga-kun, be careful. Ami is quite strong. Don't let her knock you down," Anne said nervously, clutching her purse as she followed behind Naga.
"Kae said she secretly opened the door, so we can just go in." Anzu put her phone down, hesitated for a moment, and then took out her stun gun for self-defense and held it in her hand, as if only in this way could she feel a little more at ease.
After confirming the gold-plated doorplate, Naga carefully grasped the doorknob and gently pushed it open. The heavy door slid open silently, revealing a messy entryway with three pairs of high heels scattered around.
"Ugh... Ugh..." The tight, delicate moans were unfamiliar sounds that Naga had never heard before. He glanced back at Anzu, and the two of them took off their shoes and crept in along the wall.
Sure enough, the naked beauty tied to the X-shaped metal frame was none other than the usually aloof and taciturn Keiko Kuroki.
Naga's gaze involuntarily drifted to Keiko's body, meticulously licking her from head to toe. Her long hair, usually neatly styled in a bun, was now disheveled, falling loosely around her cheeks, a few strands damp with sweat clinging to her flushed forehead and cheeks. Without the obscuring effect of her old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, her half-closed eyes were veiled in tears, creating a melancholic yet alluring expression that combined with her furrowed brows.
A soft moan escaped her sweat-drenched nose, for her rosy lips were stuffed with gags, and only saliva dripped from the small openings. She seemed to have just experienced an orgasm, her fair skin from her neck to her chest flushed crimson. Her already proudly large breasts were tightly bound at the base with thin ropes, the purple mounds pierced with hollow needles, the ends of which raised red, pearl-like nipples, like a blooming hydrangea, while the nipples, tightly gripped by red iron clamps, were precisely the stamens at the center.
A rough hemp rope, coiled in a tortoise-shell pattern, was pulled from the center of Keiko's legs toward her back. Two huge knots secured a wrist-thick black vibrator firmly to the center of her swollen genitals, making a motor-like vibration as it stirred the sticky inner walls of the mature woman's body. Drips of the squeezed-out nectar fell from below the hemp rope and landed on the ground.
Compared to the abuse suffered by Kae, Keiko was clearly ravaged even more thoroughly. Her long legs, which had a beautiful curve when wrapped in stockings, were not only fixed to the bottom of the X-frame, but also tightly bound in sections with plastic ropes as thick as piano strings, turning her originally alluring legs into purple bamboo joints. And each section of the purple protrusion where blood gathered was covered with fine needles with red beads, just like breasts.
Perhaps because the time had been spent working on Keiko's current appearance, Kae was sitting properly on the edge of the bed, wearing a bathrobe and biting her index finger in fear, staring at Ami in front of the shelf.
Asami, dressed in the simple bathrobe provided by the hotel, stood barefoot on the carpet with her honey-colored soles. She seemed to have just gotten some satisfaction from Keiko's abuse, and was leisurely holding a glass of red wine, standing in front of the shelf admiring it with satisfaction.
It seems that Kae must have secretly opened the door while Ami was engrossed in the pleasure of playing with Keiko's body.
Such a beautiful boss, and you've managed to toy with her like this! Naga felt a surge of anger, rubbing his bulging crotch, searching for an opportunity to strike. If Ami really knew martial arts, it would be best to subdue her with a sneak attack. Anzu and Kae were his helpers, and Ami's only confidante was enjoying a sensual, inverted position on the shelf. No matter how you looked at it, the situation was definitely in her favor.
As Ami put down her wine glass, walked up to Keiko, pulled out a thin needle, and focused on piercing the purple flesh of her nipples squeezed out from both sides of the iron clamp, Naga closed her eyes, took a deep breath, bent down, and rushed out like a leopard.