Subversive | Youkai #3

8.5

Gaze follow her everywhere. When she reaches school ground. When she walks down the hallway. When she steps through the staircase. But matters grow worse when she enters the classroom. Hana tries to keep her head low, but she knows that everyone is staring at her, getting quite the moment she slides open the door. Most of them stare at her opening in lust, but she can hint some malice coming from certain people, especially from the girls. She gets to her seat as quietly as possible, but no matter what she does, their attention is fully locked on her person. The boys are curious at what’s hidden behind her school bag, but Hana doesn’t make any indication to put down the thing. This remains so even after the bell rings. The teacher eventually comes in, and everyone settles into place. The middle-aged man notices the way Hana stubbornly continues on clutching to her bag though, her mannerism so odd that it peaks curiosity from beneath his thick glasses.

“What are you doing, Suzuki-san?” the teacher asks her, his tone sounding condescending. “Please put down your school bag. I’m sure no one plans to steal it.” The classroom raptures with laughter, though the girl is sure that they’re only trying to humiliate her so that she’d lower her bag and expose what she has been hiding to everyone in the classroom.

“I-i-it’s nothing, really. P-please do not mind me, everyone,” she replies in a meek tone, arms tensing around the leather material protectively even more.

“Come on, Suzuki-san, what exactly are you hiding under there?” a boy sitting diagonally behind her says.

“Don’t be shy. We’re not gonna judge you,” good one, especially when his tone indicates pretty much so.

And just like that, the rest of the class echoes with similar inducement.

“Alright, everyone, settle down,” the sensei speaks again, trying to regain control of the students. They class goes quite, but attention is still very much pooled on Hana. To the girl, the teacher says, “Now, why don’t you set your bag down so that I can begin the lesson.” He says the words as if it is Hana’s fault that everyone’s attention is on her. Okay, maybe to a certain degree, she’s responsible. That doesn’t mean that she has to shoulder the consequences alone. Why does everyone have to be so curious suddenly, anyway?

“B-b-but, but—” she chatters.

“Get going, Suzuki-san. We don’t have all day here,” sensei retorts, crawling down at her.

Hana is reluctant to obey though, no matter what the teacher has to say. The students around her are growing inpatient fast though, and from one corner of her sight, she can sense someone loaming in closer fast. Before she realizes it, someone has managed to swat her bag away, exposing her front for anyone to see. The class erupts with gasps and shouts almost immediately. Hana tries to cover herself, but for once she curses herself for not having curvier body, for having such thin arms that the look like sticks compared to the massive balloons of fair skin on her chest. As much as she wants to hide her marshmallow breasts, those two pour out from her chest, pointing at two different ways ever so obviously that the only thing she can do is use her palms to over her n*****s, but nothing else. Inches of fair skin is exposed for any hungry, perverted eyes to see, including the teacher’s.

“W-what is the meaning of this?” sensei questions, fixing his glasses, staring balkly in disbelief.

“Holy s**t, those are some breasts!”

“Did you get another plastic surgery?”

“Hell girl, you’re not holding back, are you?”

“What a slut. Are you doing this on purpose? To gain attention? Well, you’re getting it now, so you better soak it in.”

“Are those for real? My eyes are not deceiving me, right?”

“Suzuki-san’s breasts… Suzuki-san’s breasts—”

“—so big! I want to touch them!”

“I want to touch them, too! s**t, must have been so soft to the touch!”

“My mouth is watering! My drools are practically flooding out over here!”

“My c**k instantly goes hard. I need some relief—”

“—holy s**t, holy s**t, come to daddy—”

“Let me titty f**k you just for once!”

“Ew, that’s gross! She has probably been f****d seven ways to Sunday.”

“I don’t care. I want those t**s!”Sounds erupt all at once around her, and Hana wants nothing more than to shut herself out of it all. She feels so vulnerable, arms wrapped around her chest like this. She’s so scared that cold sweat washes over her and her visions grow dark around the edges, signs that she’s close to passing out. Maybe passing out will be a better option, but fear grips her in place. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the boy sitting beside her leans over, his hands move before she can dodge.

“Aaahhh~!” a lusty moan escapes her pink lips the moment his hand makes contact with her breast, stimulating the overly sensitive skin. The boy grows rigid instantly, but then a perverted smile forms on his face.

“f**k! What a w***e! I only touch her a bit, and she’s already moaning like this,” he comments leeringly, “makes me want to touch her even more.” And he does, immediately massaging one side of her breast, putting both hands on her, trying to cover as much skin as possible from where he sits.

Someone else grabs her breasts from the opposite side, and Hana moans yet again, despite her reluctance.

“No, please don’t—” she tries to push them away, but soon more hands join in, cutting her mid sentence. At least four different boys are massaging her breasts now, and her mind floats to cloud nine right away. It feels so good, even when she doesn’t mean to react like this. Her body grows hot, her breasts become tender the more they touch her. Even with eight different palms rubbing at her together, the number is not even plenty enough to cover her entire breasts.

And soon her pleas to leave her alone turns to moans of encouragement to touch her more, even when the girl herself doesn’t fully realize it yet.

More hands grab at her, some none so gently. She seems to like it though, coming alive through the crudest of touches. The boys leer at her, only looking at her as a s****l object. Hana doesn’t seem to mind though. Even though she knows that she should back away from their hands, her baser instinct tells her that the touch feels pleasant. Her core eventually grows wet, and inner muscles are pushing out warm liquid down her inner thighs.

Palms knead her breasts together, some pampering her, most are just experimentally using her. Her body doesn’t seem to mind though. It scares her how easily she seems to accept this, despite her still lingering shiness. They push her back down and spread her open like a buffet, yet she lets them do as they wish. A dozen different hands are playing with her big breasts now, and more new hands are itching toward her inner thighs, yet she does nothing to stop them. Someone lifts her up from her chair by the armpit, while others cups her ass from under her skirt to help raise her from her chair. She lets them, allowing the boys’ strong hands to guide her back until she sits at the desk behind her. In this pose, they gain more access to her body.

“Wow, what a slut. She’s letting us touch her like this like it’s normal,” a boy says right next to her ear.

“Who cares, dude? It’s a free buffet,” someone else exclaims.

“f**k! Her breasts are so soft!”

“They are so big! Like two giant pillows! My d**k can rest on these things.” Nails sink into her supple flesh without care.

“I bet they can!”

“s**t, I want to see her cunt.”

“They must be so loose already!”

“Spread her open. Get that skirt up.” Someone does so crudely, and she can feel a hand shoving her panties aside, exposing her cunt to the boys.

“Sweet Kami! That’s a pretty cunt! Look at those dripping juices.”

“What’s this white stuff? Her c*m?”

“Nah, I think this is someone else’s. We haven’t done much to her yet, so I doubt it.”

“What a w***e. Look at how much c*m oozing from her. She must have whored herself out to several other men already, judging from this amount.” A finger inserts itself inside her broken ring muscle at this, pumping out more youkai semen —not that the student is aware what he’s actually touching.

The boys hold each side of her leg so that she stays open. Dirty, wondering hands touch her thighs, cup her p***y. Fingers play with her v****a hole, while others roam at the curve of her ass, a finger probing at her back entrance as well. Hana winces and moans and sighs, her hips wiggling every so slightly, shaking, shivering, not sure if it’s from fear, disgust or pleasure. Their hands tug at her panties so hard that the cotton material eventually rips in half. Someone takes the thing off her body, as if its presence offends them somehow. With her skirt lifted up, her privates are for everyone to feast on.

She knows that she shouldn’t do this, but she can’t help it. It feels so good, her mind goes numb. But then the images of her crush flashes in her mind, and Hana goes still for a second. “N-no, please, this is wrong—” she tries to speak up, but the horny boys are too into devouring her body to notice. Before she realizes it, the guys undo their pants and start dropping them left and right, allowing their erect c***s to spring out from all around her. Looking at the sea of c***s trigger something inside her. Her baser instinct tells her to touch them, shove them down her throat, sink them inside her holes. Just the thoughts of it makes her own mouth waters and her p***y clenches, squeezing out more sparkling juices as a result.

“Man, what a w***e. She’s getting turned on from all this.”

“I can’t wait to put myself inside her.”

“s**t, I don’t have a condom with me.”

“No worries. Whores don’t need condoms.”

“Hahaha, that’s right.”

“You want our d***s, huh, w***e?”

Hana finds herself nodding her head, her throat dry. She gulps, and the motion doesn’t go unnoticed. Someone begins rubbing the head of his c**k against her inner thigh, while others start at her ass or the spot underneath her folded knees. Hands pull her down until her back lies on the desk, her head suspended in mid air while many c***s begin rubbing at the swell of her breasts as well. Wet heads traces over her nippples, leaving a trail of messy pre-c*m. Someone pits their fingers around her c**t, making her jolts and bucks her hips in reflex. Three different fingers are shoved into her stretchy cunt, while two fingers play with her anus, pumping in and out in alternating rhythm. This goes on until Hana can barely tell who is doing what anymore. She knows pretty much everyone in her class, but right now, not a single name is able to pop into her mind. That’s how dazed she is.

Their touch makes her lose her mind. It makes her go wild. It’s strange how no one is stopping the boys from doing this. But it might be because even the sensei is participating on this. The girls only watch from the corners of the classroom. Some are too disgusted that they simply walk out, while others begin to gossip like there’s nothing strange with males assaulting a female student. Maybe they think that Hana deserves this. Maybe the girl is simply getting her karma. No one gives any indications to help stop this madness though. The girls are too lazy or hesitant, while the boys are too eager to give her modified body a test drive. Amongst the sea of confusion, one girl stays frozen by the front of the class.

Unbeknown to the meek girl, someone is staring intensely from one far corner of the room. Fury and jealousy burn in Mara-san’s beautiful dark blue eyes as she witnesses the gathering of attention that is centered around the timid brunette. The shade of Mara’s curly maroon hair matches the flushing heat on her cheeks as she does so. This girl… how dare she. And before she knows it, a sinister plan to utterly humiliate and destroy the pretty but meek Suzuki Hana is forming in her head. When she’s done with her, none of the boys will even bother to look at the girl twice, except to use this Hana girl up like a piece of disposable paper towel….

Then the boys start feasting upon the pathetic girl, while Mara takes out her phone and begins recording. She’s positively sure she’ll be able to put the recording to some good use. Heck, she might be able to put away this pestering bug from her Hiki-kun’s side for once and for all, for all Mara-chan knows. Sniggering sinisterly, the supposedly most popular girl at school watches on as the scene unfolds before her.

….

Before anyone can put their d**k inside the wanton girl, sensei decides to stop the students and punishes Hana for public display of nudity instead. The male students are almost disappointed when they are all disbanded to get back to their seats, until sensei announces what her punishment is. If this is a decade ago, students who disobey must kneel by the hallway while each hand carry a bucket of water. It was supposed to be a humiliating pose, but no one uses that kind of punishment anymore these days. Inspired by this, the version of corporal punishment that he has in mind for her is even much more humiliating compared to the usual one. Instead of lifting buckets of water, Hana is required to lift up both sides of her heavy breasts while kneeling on top of her table. This is the punishment for ‘disrupting the class’ and ‘public indecency’.

It is one thing to be punished at the start of a class, but it is another thing entirely to bare herself to her classmates. She can hear them already making comments, ridiculing her pose. And to make matter worse, Hana can feel cool air blowing through in between her legs, where her underwear remains missing. When one area is stimulated, the rest of her body also suffers the side effect. Her pink n*****s will pucker, then her p***y will get wet again. Someone ridicules her even further by placing an empty cup on the desk, right in between her spread legs, just so that everyone can see when her juice spills out, filling the transparent cup drop by drop. Tears of humiliation gather by the corner of her eyes, but Hana refuses to appear weak and give them the satisfaction. This is bullying, but she’s not gonna let them enjoy this display any further by giving into what they want. Let them watch her. At least they can’t touch her anymore.

Pretty soon, the sensei resumes class. He asks the students to keep quiet so that he can begin the lesson. Some still whispers behind her back, but at least it’s not so obvious anymore.

Her body feels sore the longer she is made to maintain the same pose. Her breasts are soft, but as five minutes turn into twenty minutes, even her hands can feel tired. She wants to rest, but she’s afraid that she might be put into a much more humiliation punishment if she moves. So the girl prevails, holding on, trying not to think much. It should be easy enough, until the sensei starts asking students to answer questions, including her along the way.

“Ah, um, sorry, what is the question again?” She can’t hide it. Her mind is blank. She has been so focused on the breast-lifting pose that her mind can’t even concentrate on the lesson.

“What’s this? You’re not paying any attention? Just because you’re being punished, doesn’t mean that you’re given a free pass to play around. You’re lucky that I’m still lenient enough to let you stay in the classroom. If I make you go kneel in the hallway outside, who knows just who else will see you? Some might even take advantage, and it’ll be outside my jurisdiction to control. You do want that, Suzuki-san? Do you want strangers to f**k you in the hallway?”

“N-no, sensei. Please don’t put me outside,” she begs, unaware that the sight of her begging is really turning him on.

“Well, I don’t know about that. It doesn’t seem like you’re respecting my authority enough as a teacher.”

“Please, sensei. Don’t put me outside. I-i don’t want to get molested. I-i’ll do anything, please,” she starts to grow desperate when he shows her an indifferent, almost bored look.

“Really? Anything?” his tone stays monotone, but there’s a spark of promising pain gleaming behind his thick glasses. The whole class is watching this exchange, the hidden intension unescaped from their watchful eyes.

“Y-yes, anything!” Hana is much too desperate and oppressed by pressure to really think about what she’s promising the perverted teacher.

“Then I want you to seat on my desk. Maybe this time you’ll pay attention better.”

“T-that’s all I need to do right?” The sensei neither denies nor confirm this, but the girl climbs down her desk and head to the front of the class anymore. Or at least tries to.

“Stop, don’t walk,” sensei suddenly says, making the girl throws him a confused look. “Crawl.”

“B-b-but, I’ll exposed myself.”

“We’re running out of time here, Suzuki-san.”

“A-alright, fine, I’ll do it,” she bites back her pride. The girl drops on all fours, making her arse arch up until every in that line of sight can see her p***y lips revealed from underneath her miniskirt, while her breasts lay heavy on her upper arms are she tries to move forward, making the progress even slower than ever. Nobody seems to be complaining though, especially when watching those breasts and pussly lips rubbing together in the most delicious manner.

Once she gets to the front, sensei gestures for her to seat. She climbs onto his desk and does as she’s told. But instead of allowing her to sit with her legs kneeled, he stops her from settling in and tells her to sit on her ass instead. Her legs hang down the front of his desk as a result, but he orders her to plant the soles at the edge of the desk surface, forcing her to expose her p***y to the class instead. Hana is blushing madly, while others take in the beautiful sight of her pink cunt with greed.

“Alright class, let’s take a little detour to Biology class this time,” sensei claps his hands.

“But sensei, Biology is not until the third period,” a girl comments. They are still early in their first period right now.

“It’s okay. We’ll only be quick. Today, we’re gonna learn an in depth detail of the female reproductive system. Special thanks to Suzuki-san, for volunteering to be our life model today.”

“E-eh, but I didn’t volunteer—” Hana starts to say, but she’s cut off almost immediately.

“I am sure that some of you might already be familiar with this, but please give the others a chance so that they can also study this more thoroughly,” sensei says to the class, the smile plastered on his face looking even more sinister in plain sight.

The boys cheer and clap their hands, while the girls throw Hana disgusted looks from every angles. Sensei begins grabbing Hana using his wrinkly, chalk dusted fingers, covering the lips with white powder as he does so. Hana tries to resist, but with one nasty look from the old man, the girl whimpers instantly. His fingers start probing and poking at her intimate parts, parting her p***y lips and allowing everyone to see what she has in store inside.

“This is a vulva of the cunt. You can tell by this smooth skin here that she either wax often, or she barely has no hair at all. And this is the c******s, one of the most sensitive part of the female genital. And you see these two flappy bits where her lips are? This indicates that there has been a lot of stretching at the skin area. This can mean two things: either a sign of already giving birth, or she just had been f****d a bunch of times. I bet is safely on the later.” The entire class laughs mockingly at that, making Hana blushes in embarrassment. Not only is sensei touching her private place as he pleases, but he’s also physically dirtying the area. But if she gets herself clean after this, she shouldn’t be getting sick afterward.

Things start to get pretty cold when sensei begins parting her flappy lips. They used to be so tight and smooth. Hana can’t believe that the demons have worned out her body so much to the point that she gets so loose like this. It pains her to see her body like this. And it is even more humiliating that the teacher is announcing her disgrace to then entire class.

“Oh, nice, I gotta take a picture of this,” a boy comments, and before she knows it, the whole class turns into a full on photography session. Hana can hear camera phones flashing and clicking everywhere, making her want to cry with embarrassment even more. Sensei doesn’t say anything about it, just pausing so that the students can get some good angles, before proceeding to use Hana’s cunt as a model.

He starts listing more parts of her p***y, but it isn’t until he begins tracing his finger tentatively that Hana finds herself in trouble for trying to contain her warm juices from spilling out. One of his grimy hands is used to keep her loose cunt lips pushed apart, while another hand is busy tracing a digit at her lady part as he lists out the names. Sensei is kneeling right in between her legs, allowing him to be at eye level with her hole. He’s so close that he can probably smell her sweet scent without any interruption. It’s strange how she can still smell so inviting despite obviously already been used for so many times before. Well, at least the girl lives up to her name.

“This is the fourchette, also known as the frenulum of the labia majora,” he points at the bottom part of her lips, all while using his other hand to shove out Hana’s labia (both majora and minora) so that they are facing outward, exposing the beginning of her internal walls. “This is her external urethral orifice. If I stimulate the correct area, such as her c******s or g-spot, we might be lucky enough to see her squirt. Say, are you a squirter, Hana-san? I guess we’ll find out after my demonstration, shall we? Hm, what’s with that expression on your face. I’m touching your cunt. I should be at first name basis with you, no?” He shoves his finger around, making Hana feel both disgusted and stimulated at the same time, and the girl grinds her teeth. “This is her greater vestibular glands. Just behind these walls is her vaginal orifice. Usually, if she’s a virgin, the next thing that’ll happen is that she’ll bleed. A little or a lot, it all depends on each cunt itself. But she’s no virgin, and the dead giveaway can be learned from how her hymen is in the parous introitus shape, where it is more jagged than just a simple annular hole. Turn to page 33 of your additional guidebook for image reference.”

Someone raises a hand. “Hai, sensei, are we going to get a turn in testing her out?”

“Yes, you can get a feel after I’m done with the demonstration. Being able to tell how a hymen feels like will be an important lesson to you all. Now, is there any more question before I proceed?”

“Sensei, doesn’t the parous introitus type only appears after giving birth?” a studious looking boy asks, silently indicating if the teacher has made a wrong conclusion or not.

“Yes, that is correct, Samada-kun, but this shape also appears to those who have been penetrated in more than one member at the same time,” the man turns to the class, before adding, “at the same hole.” An eruption of cheers and whistles feel up the class.

“I see. You seem to know a lot of the female genital, sensei,” the student comments back.

“Well, I might look like this, but I used to be considered to be quite a stud back then. I’ve experienced with a lot of different p*****s, starting from the virgin ones, all the way to the most experienced ones. This one, I can easily tell,” he pinches at Hana’s prepuce, making the girl shivers involuntarily, “is one of the more experienced ones.” Another series of whistling echoes.

“How does one such as her even able to receive such damage, anyway? It doesn’t seem like she can fit much at this point.”

“It doesn’t look like it right now, but after being f****d hard a couple of times, she’ll become loose enough to fit even three of you,” the teacher announcements, making some of the male students lean forward, as if it can get them closer to their target attention. “Now, I shall begin one of my demonstrations.”

Sensei jabs a thick, chalk dusted digit into Hana’s cunt without warning, greeted by her juice covered walls almost immediately. Her tight ring muscle doesn’t even put that much of a fight before, a stark contrast to the days back when she was still touching herself.

His finger curved at the roof of her walls, hunting her g-spot like a bloodhound already. The rough tip of his finger connects to the string of tissue just shy away from her bladder, stabbing fast and hard, teasing, forcing her down into an inevitable release. Liquid warmth pools deep inside her gut before Hana finds herself screaming at the top of her lungs as c*m and pee make their way out of her system —both equally as humiliating as he’s doing this just to prove a point.

“And now, students, is how you make a girl squirt,” sensei says, panting slightly at the beautiful blooming sight before him. It also gives the audience a chance to catch the breathe they have been holding, which unconsciously occurred when Hana is nearing her climax. “And now let’s begin with the second demonstration.”

The teacher can’t f**k an underage student in school, for obvious. But there is one object that will not get in trouble for this. Sensei orders the panting girl to kneel by his desk, making her part her legs just like when she did on her own desk. She’s still a little bit disorientated after cumming, so her body turns jelly and pretty much obedient for any incoming suggestion.

This time, someone puts a chalk covered board eraser, making it stand aligned with her teased entrance. The girl is still high from her recent climax. Surely, it won’t take much for her to take in a new size in her. Hana simply stares emptily at the audience at first, but the sensei eventually able to coax her into doing what she wants. Her waist begins to make its descend, and the boys are all bending forward to watch her intensely. Those sweet stretchy lips part the moment they kiss one end of the board eraser, her juicy bits so soaked that it doesn’t take much to make her entrance goes wide open. Her fat lips wrapped around the girth of the 10 centimeter thick eraser, sliding further down as the throat of her p***y cavern swallows the object further in. The girl does it so well that it doesn’t take long before she has to rely on her on hands to shove the rest of the thing inside. They all watch in amazement, eyes widen in surprised as they witness the girl makes the big board eraser disappears inside the supple compartment she calls a cunt. Her loose lips shuts right back down together when they see the last of the other end of the eraser. Some boys c*m in their pants at the sight, while some turn fully erect until the front of their pant uniform become too tight for comfort.

“Amazing, isn’t it? This is the real power of p***y. It can take any huge thing in, yet still being able to recover so quickly. It will take a lot of work to make this piece of flesh stretch out, but with plenty of work and dedicated friction, she can fit two more of this thing inside her. Heck, maybe even three!” sensei exclaims dramatically.

At the indication of this, the boys start asking for more. The teacher hands a few more board erasers to Hana, while someone even goes as far as to go to the next classroom, just to borrow a few more. They don’t even question it when they see the big bulge in his pants and just let him rush back into his own classroom. Hana is already at her second eraser by the time he comes back, and he hands over a couple more. It isn’t until she’s at her fourth that the girl finally feels so stuffed. She’s so full that her p***y can’t even shut properly anymore, the butt of the eraser sticking out from her p***y hole. It’s so embarrassing, but she’s kind of getting excited for this game also. She wonders how much longer she can hold before she explodes. Her vaginal passage is so full that she can even bend her hips. Cheers of encouragement feels the room. Some are touching themselves to meet the rhythm of her contraction as it happens. Eventually the teacher starts to lose patience and tries to shove the rest of the eraser deep inside her. The accumulated chalk is taking some of the juice inside her walls, making the friction feels dry. It feels so good that Hana is struggling to compose herself. It isn’t until he manages to shove the eraser so deep that the first one gets stuck inside her cervix, does the girl finally explodes in another rush of climax. She cums so hard that all four board erasers shoots out one after another in a series of fast movement, making such a mess of white powder and liquid juice pooling beneath her thighs, all erasers soaked with her release. The event is met with silence, until the whole classroom erupts with cheers once more, which mostly comes from the boys, this time even much louder than before.

They all come rushing in to the front of the classroom before sensei can even conclude the demonstration, already way too eager to get a taste of her. Fingers poke at every inch of her canal, making her wetter, in turn triggering more c*m to flow as an aftershock. They play around with her private as if she is their playground, touching wherever they please while panting hornily around her. All the while, Hana wonders which is worse; them not putting their stinky c***s in her, or having no c**k penetrating her throbbing hole at all.

….

Mara can’t believe how lucky she is. That Hana girl is digging her own grave. The more patience Mara becomes, the more dirt she gathers from that slutty girl. How dare she gets operated and comes to school with a much bigger boobs than hers. How dare she garners more attention than she does. Mara-chan is the most popular girl in school, and that hasn’t changed for a long while. Every time some girl tries to outshine her, she always have a way to bury them back into the ground. This Hana girl is no exception. The boys might be lusting after her for now, but Mara is still the top b***h around here. She takes advantage during break hour to show some sympathy toward the girl. It’s just fake, of course, but that Hana girl drinks it up like Mara’s her salvation saint. Mara-chan manages to lure the unsuspicious girl up to the rooftop, where some of her ‘friends’ are waiting for their arrival.

These boys are some of the ruthless gang in school, and Mara has made sure to text them and promise to bring a new ‘toy’ for them to play with. With Hana, being the toy s***h would be victim. The girl is still shaking from the treatment she has just received, but with Mara, the top b***h is going to make the classroom experience pales in comparison to what the delinquents has in store for her. The moment they reach the rooftop, hands grab Hana from every angle, ripping at her uniform in the progress. The girl screams for help, but Mara simply watches on, her phone camera at the ready. The cruel b***h watches from one corner with cold eyes are the delinquents begin unbuckling and putting their stinky c**k inside Hana. The girl can’t contain her tears this time, and the boys laugh sadistically, blissed in her misery.

“Please, please don’t do this! No— Don’t put your d***s in me, please!” the brunette begs. “Mara-chan, please help me!”

“Don’t even bother asking for help, loose cunt. She’s in this the whole time. Nobody comes here, so it’s no use screaming for help. You can shout all you want, but the only ones who’ll hear you are us —and we’ll enjoy hearing you scream,” one of them informs her. He’s got a dark pug face, wears bandana and has fuzzy hair. His bulky hands spreads her legs wide from one side, holding her legs down while his friends kneel around her.

Another boy places himself in between her legs while he chuckles at her shaking form. Someone already got a firm hold of her hands and legs when he comes into view. Without even trying to prepare her, he shoves his member into her and begins jerking without regards, as if Hana’s p***y is just an emotionless hole. Her cunt grows shearing hot from the brutal friction. She screams from anger, trying to fight them off, but ends up trashing under their hold. Mocking laughters echo from all around her in return. And the most she fights them, the harder does her cunt clings around the hard d**k. 

“Hey Mara, makes sure you got a angle of my d**k slipping inside her. I can a copy of that afterwards,” the first rapist says to the girl behind them for a second.

“No worries, I only record the best angles,” comes the b***h’s cruel reply.

To Hana, the boy moans repulsively, “Yes, that’s it, get worked up even more. The more you thrash around, the harder your walls clench around me. Yes, milk me harder, b***h. I’m gonna fill up your dirty hole with my c*m!”

The other boys who are restraining her are molesting her big breasts. They’ve never seen a size like this in real life before, and judging from the dirty looks in their eyes, it’s clear that they are going to put this chance to good use.

“Eat it! Suck it!” the boy in her cunt shouts, bumping his head into her womb.

“Mara-chan, please help me! I don’t want this,” the girl still desperately cries for help, in which the popular girl ignores coldly.

“Huh, why do you think I even bother to bring you up here? Don’t you get it, you stupid slut? You’re here as their source of entertainment. Now sush! Toys don’t speak, you’re ruining the movie,” Mara says heartlessly, eyes boring icily down at the raped girl.

Hana’s scream continues to rapture from the rooftop. The guys only chuckle at her reaction. Eventually, they manage to f**k her until her cries of struggle turn to pleasure. Once an addict, always an addict. Hana might try to deny it, but her body can quickly adjust fast to this new environment. Her body craves for big c***s, and this kind of treatment should be a treat for her. Before long, the girl forgets about the presence of the camera entirely, and turn her attention to the offered c***s in front of her. Her hands start reaching out, clutching pumping at the erect members with her fingers wrapped around the girth, working their way fast. The yankees praise her skills, and before they know it, the boys find their release and shower it to their toy’s body, marking her with the remnanting stench of their c*m.

….

The next day, students poke their heads out to watch the most popular girl holding out a dog leash in her hand. Instead of walking a dog, however, Mara-chan is pulling no other than Suzuki Hana, with the wretched girl crawling on all fours, her cunt, ass and t**s out for all to feast on.

“M-mara-chan, what is going on here?” one of her friends dare to ask, overturned, while others simply stare with the same balked features.

“Why, can’t you tell?” the top b***h says with that sugar-coated smile of hers. “Hana-chan here is a s*x addict, so she asks me to help her by displaying her perks around. I wasn’t sure about it at first, but I do feel generous enough today to help another girl out. Don’t you think it’s just nice that the girl such as her is embracing her perks in such a vulgar way?”

“A-are you guys for real? You’ll get in trouble from the teachers for this,” another girl comments.

Mara’s eyes turn cold in a flash. “Huh, what’s that, Matsushita? I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I?” The girl under her stare cowers, taking some serious step backs. Luckily for her, the scrutinizing expression disappears as soon as it appears, leaving the sugary-sweet mask back in back. “Besides, I’m the principal’s niece. I’m sure the teachers know what’s best for them and can simply turn another way for our Hana-chan here.”

Loud panting soon garners Mara-chan’s attention, and the redhead kneels down to the doggy-Hana’s level. “What’s that, girl? Are you eager to get mounted already?” Hana huffs in response, but she can’t really speak out any incoherent words. Her mouth is gagged with an intricate b**m mouth ring, the steel pipes and leather wrapped all the way around Hana’s petite head until her entire face is caged inside it. The dog-girl blinks her eyes rapidly at the despicable redhead, but it doesn’t seem like she can do anything much about her current predicament.

After the gangbang at the rooftop, Mara-san threatens that she’ll spread the recording to the entire school, including her precious crush, Hiki-kun. Knowing her rival, Hana knew that she couldn’t allow it to happen. Running out of option, Hana decided to accept whatever it is that redhead wants from her.

Using her power as the most popular girl at school, Mara promises that no one in their school will speak a single word of what has happened, both in their class and at the rooftop. But in exchange, Hana must abide to every request Mara has. Including becoming her dog, if she must. So here they are in one find morning, entering the school with Hana acting as the b***h in heat that she is.

The brunette still wears the same undersized uniform, this time given a refresh set just a few sizes smaller, so that Hana will have trouble even parting her legs, inviting eyes to lock on the tightness around her ass and upper thighs. The uniform does more in enhancing Hana’s s****l appeal than it does to cover her body. It’s so shameful, and her knees and hands grow sore quick, but the girl is running out of option. Her breasts gain a few cups more after yesterday’s session, and now they are swaying back and forth as she crawls forward. Her loose p***y lips rub against one another as Hana moves, encouraging droplets of juices to glisten out of her dirty hole.

Since Hana likes to act like a slut so much, Mara thought, why don’t the slut just embrace that persona? Hana refuses at first, but she knows the risks she’s putting herself in. Besides, better be victim that a willing w***e, right?