Subversive | Youkai #2

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Subversive | Youkai

Chapter 8 : 

The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

“There is music in heavenWhere the angels fear to treadNow I know why the caged bird singsBecause last night I sang to the monsters.”

Everything that rises must converge, as is the thrusting hips that meets her pelvic bones. And as much as Hana doesn’t like to admit it, having a big c**k repeatedly driving into her wet cunt is starting to get addictive. She likes the feel of sweaty, erotic muscles moving against her, she has to admit it. Even if this pleasurable act must happen while Hiki-kun, the love of her life, is sitting just in the next room, eyeing the gangbang group in total horror and disgust.

She wants to stop, so badly, but the situation is out of her control. It’s not like she can make these youkai listen to her. And she doubts Hiki-kun can do anything much, especially when there are so many dangerous creatures surrounding them. What she wants to know is, who is this woman in kimono who is crouching next to the boy? Hana can’t see the face hidden behind a fan, but the way the woman is staring intensely at her makes the girl shivers out of fear. Something about the way she looks at her is familiar yet sinister.

When the men are done with her, they are not shy from emptying themselves into her, or even on her. Hana scrawls her face when some hot semen manages to hit her on the face, the collision comes as a rude wake up call to her dazed mind. She was shocked when she first saw Hiki-kun watching shakily from the secret room next door, her body turning cold and rigid as a result. But the c*m is making her hot again, and she takes it as a bad sign, because her body is doing something that she can’t control again.

All the accumulated sperm flooding from inside and washing on her skin makes her body itch for release. It doesn’t take long before her channels tighten and the girl comes crying out in ecstasy as she finds her climax. The release takes the very last bit of her strength, and soon enough the girl finds herself breathless, sliding onto the floor as the men release her from their unforgiving clutches. She slumps into the ground, hot and heavy, sticky white cream covering every inch of her body. Her bottom holes are full and stretched out. She can taste salty c*m in her mouth. Her newly formed heavy breasts are lying next to her like two extra heads. Her vision turns hazy as exhaustion slowly makes its way to claim her. The last thing she sees, before being engulfed in darkness, is the aggravating expression of horror and disgust written all over her beloved face.

….

She’s done for.

He hates her.

Her entire world is crushed.

She can’t face him no more.

She deserves it.

Serves her right for being such a wanton w***e.

She regrets it, but she can’t deny the truth.

It really had happened. She was f****d in sixty different ways, by fifteen different men.

No, not men. Monsters.

It was like she is the main course to a buffet. They take her again and again, use her up until she’s all high and wet.

What is she going to do now?

She doesn’t think Hiki-kun will ever want to glance her way anymore.

She’s so dirty. She deserves this.

She’s worse than thrash. She’s nothing. She’s just a scum now.

Please, please, please, please, please.

Let all of this simply be a nightmare….

….

When she wakes up again, Hana finds herself in a strangely much for familiar setting. She’s staring at the ceiling to her bedroom. The girl quickly gets up, looking around frantically, afraid that this is all just part of an elaborate illusion. But it’s not. She’s back to in the safe familiarity of her house again. But then she tries to stand up, the girl winces in pain. She looks down, and her eyes widen in surprise by the enormous size of her breasts. Th-these things… her clothes won’t even fit her body anymore, she bets!

She’s naked as the day she was born. And when she tries to use her legs, sticky gushes of semen remains begin to oozes out from in between her legs, the presence clear as day. She bets that those demons purposefully leave their c*m inside her to make sure that she knows exactly what had happened. Those despicable, ruefull beings!

Hana makes a mess wherever she steps into on the floor. Each movement of her hips cause a new blob of cold semen to be squeezed out of her swollen cunt. The girl wraps her arms around herself as she desperately makes her way into the bathroom, wanting to wash her skin of this disgusting feeling. Warm water hits her skin when she turns on the shower. Get no matter how hard she scrubs, she knows that there is no getting rid of the sin she has committed. She had accepted her fate back then, accepted their advances and opening herself for the c***s to be inside her. She can still feel them, the memory of rigid members sliding in and out of her tight walls still fresh in her mind. Even right now, she can still very much feel the ghost of their defiling touches. It makes her want to scream in anger and cry her eyes out at the same time —and before long, she finds herself doing both.

She knows that she should keep her voice low, not wanting to alert her parents of her dreadful situation, but she just can’t help it. Her hands work desperately against her skin, scrubbing so hard until she turns red from the harsh friction. She tries to work her fingers at her openings, hoping to scoop out all of the nasty evidence out of her system, yet no matter how hard she tries, she just can’t seem to get the entire semen out of her canals.

Hana collapses onto the floor of her bathroom, letting out a series of strangled cries as she squeezes out c*m after c*m, tears of frustration and anger blending into one with the running water.

….

She wants to just stay at home and cry herself to sleep. But then her mother bursts into her room and ushers her to go to school, thinking that Hana is just faking sickness, lazing around on the bed, wrapped in thick blanket and all that. But then her mother starts yanking at the covers. Hana tries to tug back, but it’s too late. The blanket is thrown out of the way, and Hana’s naked body is sprawled out for the woman to see.

“What the— what happened to you? H-how did your boobs get this big?” Okaasan demands angrily, still partially gawking in horror by the sight of two giant mountains before her. No doubt the mother is staring at her daughter in disgust. Just what kind of crazy size are these? At first she thinks that she’s just seeing things, but the breasts are real. They are like two soft giant heads, pouring from her chest heavily.

“I— I can explain. T-this is…” Hana is racking her brain, trying to think of what to say to her mother, without sounding like a lunatic. How can a girl explain to her mother about the influence of supernatural, and the crazy ride of night she has been put through? If Hana hadn’t experienced the horror first hand herself, she doesn’t think she’d even believe all this.

“Did you do plastic surgery? And what’s with this insane size? W-where did you even get the money to have these done?” Okaasan is yelling so hard that her voice sounds too ear-splitting for the girl to withstand. When Hana doesn’t answer right away, the woman starts accusing her again, “Wait, don’t tell me that you’ve been whoring yourself this entire time? Is that how you got the money? Yes, that must be it! How else can you get such an expensive procedure done in such a short amount of time? You definitely didn’t have any chest the last time I saw you. And just what do you think you are doing, using money for a stupid procedure like this, when you could have helped us out with money? Are you really this selfish?”

That was just yesterday, when her boobs began to bloom. Hana can’t believe how much has happened in such a short amount of time. But what really scares her the most is how much Okaasan can still make this about herself, while mocking her own daughter at the same time. Not to mention when the woman has just accused her own daughter for condoning prostitution.

And this is how her Otousan discover the two, Hana starked naked and Okaasan still yelling at the top of her lungs. Hana makes a move to cover herself, but her mother still has a dead grip on the blanket. The girl is then forced to simply make due, while the surprise and hunger in the older man’s eyes continue to grow.

“W-what’s going on here? Why is your chest this big?” Otousan asks, nervous and shaking from the door frame where he stands.

“Look at your shameless daughter here! Look what she has done to herself! She brings nothing but shame to this family!”

“I-I can explain! I didn’t do any surgery, or even whoring myself!” Hana tries to desperately outlevel the volume of her mother’s screeching voice.

“Then how do you explain these? Don’t tell me that you just woke up and suddenly grew this big?” Okaasan hisses.

“Not at once, and it happened in a way stranger than ever!” Even when putting exclamation in her voice, Hana’s voice is still as angelic as ever, which she considers more like a curse in this situation. No one’s gonna take her seriously with a voice as smooth as this! “There’s something strange, like a seal placed on me. W-when they touched me— the green light breaks, and they drank from me— it made me grow big,” her voice breaks, “they kept doing it to me, again and again, until little by little I became like this.” Tears are streaming down her eyes by the time she’s done speaking. She’s not making much sense, she knows, but she can’t help but become frantic when she tells the story.

“What are you even yaping about? Who touched you?” Okaasan questions her, not even bothered trying to calm the crying girl down.

“Hana-chan, what do you mean about the green light? Does that have anything to do with your—” Otousan gulps, trying not to stare so bluntly but fails, “condition?”

“I-it has something to do with my body. When they made me,” she hiccups, “c*m, the light appears, then I find myself a cup bigger each time. They wouldn’t stop, and that’s why I got this big.” The girl hugs herself, and before she knows it, her father is already kneeling next to her bed, seemingly to sympathize with her, unaware what’s lurking underneath.

“Oh, I can’t take this nonsense anymore. I’m too busy with work, and I’ve got a bunch of stuff to do. I don’t care how, but get your daughter to school. She can’t miss her classes,” Okaasan tells her father, before slamming the door behind her.

Now that the man is left with this beautiful, young and delicious thing in this room, his resolve is getting even thinner. She just keeps on crying, and while his fatherly instinct tells him to comfort her, his maleness wants him to do more than just comforting. His hands are itch to touch her shoulder, but he’s too afraid that he might do something he’d regret later, especially when she’s all naked and wears nothing on her person. Her skin is so smooth and fair, and those pink n*****s are so inviting to look at—

The man quickly shakes the forbidden thought out of his head. “Now, tell me, what do you mean when you say that they touched you? Did- did someone at school bother you? Who are ‘they’?”

“I-it’s— they are not from school. But they did find me at school. Some of them disguises themselves as students, then they tricked me. I tried to fight them, but I was helpless.” Hana recalls the bitter memory of her first time being taken from her, remembering how much it hurt when it happened. She was so innocent back then, it feels as if the memory is years away, when it fact it only occurred several days ago.

“Who are these men? What did they do to you? Tell me, Hana-chan. You can trust me. I promise you, these men will get the justice that they deserve,” Otousan tries to reassure her.

Hana shakes her head. “No, you can’t, Father. It’s dangerous. They- they are not who you think they are. You’ll only put yourself in danger. Don’t pursue them. It’s not worth it. A-and, I don’t think calling the police will help either.”

“What did they do? Did they threaten you? Is that why you’re not telling?”

“I-i’ll tell you… It’s just that, it’s embarrassing….”

“What did they touch? They hurt you, didn’t they?” Hana can only nod weakly. “What did they touch? What did they do to you?”

“I-it’s embarrassing.”

“You can tell me. It’s alright.”

“Well, well....”

“Did they touch you here?” He presses a finger at one of her supple breasts, and holy s**t! It’s soft as hell!

“Y-yes.”

“Is that all?”

“N-no, there’s more.”

“Where else? Here?” The father dares to slip a palm in between her inner thighs.

“Yes….” Hana hiccups again.

“And where else?”

“Deeper.”

“Deeper?”

“T-they made me…. c*m. They put their d***s in me… from all three holes.” Hearing her confession only turns him on even more, and that’s how he knows that he’s in deep s**t.

No, this can’t be. He can’t believe that his sweet daughter is a virgin no more. He just can’t believe that she has been tainted this way. Not unless he confirms it.

“Are you sure? How did they touch you? With this?” He pushes down the waistband of his pants, releasing his throbbing hard on.

“Otousan! What are you doing?”

“I just need to make sure. I can’t believe that you’ve been tainted, is all. I doubt you even know what s*x is.”

“Of course I know. Now please put it away! I don’t want to see anything like that anymore!”

“Alright, alright, I will.” The man tucks himself back into his pants, but the hardness never cease. “Let’s say it’s true. What exactly did they do to you? How does making you c*m affect... these?” He gestures at her oversized bust.

The indication is not lost in Hana. “I can’t believe this. You think I’m lying?”

“No, of course not—”

“It just doesn’t make much sense, is all. I only want to make sure—”

“You don’t believe me? Then how about this?” She suddenly grabs his wrist and thrusts all four of his digits into her p***y, thrusting it in and out. Her father is gasping for air, not believe what is going on. Hana-chan knows just the right angle to make herself c*m, making him hit her g-spot in brutal repentance until she finds her climax and clamps hard around him. Sparkling wet juices cover his hand by the time the man regains some sense and retrieves his hand from the heaven of his daughter’s p***y. That is when something odd happens. Green light, just like she described, omits from her chest. It spreads through her entire chest in an intense blinding ray, before eventually dies out and leave a pair of smooth breasts, which are most positively a cup bigger than before.

It really is true! Otousan gapes with eyes wide open.

….

The material of her top stretches so far, yet even this is not enough to cover even the top half of her breasts. Her boobs are out, the flesh stark naked against the air. The only things she can use to cover herself are her upper arms, which are caging her breasts from the sides, while her schoolbag covers up most of the front part. Still, that doesn’t fail to keep curious eyes from staring at her balkly, hungry and curious about the little amount of flesh displayed.

It gets crowded by the time she reaches the main street, where dozens of students walk by. She tries to hide herself as much as possible, but it seems impossible when her chest and stomach are exposed so much.

Her parents still insist that she comes to school after climaxing. Her sticky juices still soaked her otousan’s fingers when her mother steps in again, ushering her to get dressed.

While Hana managed to put on her skirt just fine, her sailor top fails to cover her properly. She managed to pull the material over her head and slips her arms over the sleeves, but that’s about it.

She can’t seem to get the seams of her uniform to cover her breasts, no matter how many times she tugs at the material. Forget her breasts! She can’t even cover the start of her t**s, let alone walk out in the open without revealing one of the most intimate parts of her body. Her t**s are pointing out! She looks like a freaking porn star! She hates it!

Hana’s grip on the school bag tightens. She clutches the item into her chest like her life depends on it. The black leather rubs against her n*****s at every step she takes, stimulating her body even further. Something is leaking from in between her legs, and it’s not just the sweet warmth originated from her body. The remnants of the previous night still lingers from deep inside her body, making its way out as her muscle walls clench instinctively.

Eyes are trained on her, especially at her chest. Boys can see brief glimpses of her supple breasts from the gasps. Considering the humongous size she has, it’s not even much of a task to take notice.

Whispers follow Hana wherever she goes. As if she’s not intimidated enough by being forced to go to school in this outfit. She needs a new set of uniform, fast. But how is she going to get a fitted size in such a short time? Her mother refused to allow her to borrow one of her dad’s oversized shirts, and now the girl is suffering the humiliation of going to school almost topless. No, she is topless. What is the point of wearing her sailor uniform if she can’t even cover up her chest?

[ To be continued… ]