More than an hour passed before the door opened again.
With a creak that broke the silence, the two figures emerged from the darkness of the room.
Stepping out first, Jin appeared with an expression of satisfaction. He looked refreshed, with his shoulders relaxed.
In contrast, Natsuha looked like she had survived a hurricane.
At first glance, her uniform looked smoothed out and normal, but a more detailed examination revealed the truth of what had happened inside there: her legs, previously covered by elegant silk, were now bare.
Her black stockings had vanished, probably ripped off or abandoned in some dark corner of the maintenance room.
She was, literally, wrecked.
Her face was burning and her eyes stared at nothing, unfocused and glassy. As she stumbled along, with her legs shaking like jelly, while her chest rose and fell with such violence that the buttons of her blouse threatened to burst again.
If Jin weren't holding her firmly by the waist, gluing her to his hip like a trophy, Natsuha would have collapsed face-first onto the floor right there.
Holding her possessively, Jin looked down to admire his handiwork.
She was cradling her own belly with a mixture of discomfort and absolute adoration. The fabric of her skirt strained over a curve: her stomach was distended, bulging from the absurd amount of semen he had pumped inside her.
She looked like she was months pregnant...
Satisfied seeing her like that, he laughed proudly.
"How do you feel? Are you full yet?" he asked her mockingly, squeezing her waist. "Or are you still hungry? Because if you want, I can whip it out right now and..."
Hearing the threat, Natsuha shuddered from head to toe.
Panic crossed her teary eyes and she shook her head frantically.
"N-No... you can't, Jin-kun!" she whimpered, looking at him with beaten puppy eyes, begging for mercy. "I'm stuffed to bursting, I swear! I can't fit even one more drop... if you put anything else inside me, y-you're gonna break me."
"... Fine, you win. Let's go back to the classroom." Giving her tender cheek a pinch, Jin accepted her surrender.
He was just playing, since they had to hurry: class was about to start and, with his recent record of absences, the last thing he needed was for the principal to call him to his office to give him a lecture on punctuality.
While he gathered the remains of lunch and the evidence of the crime, Natsuha stumbled over to the faucet in the corner.
She turned on the cold water, rinsed her mouth, and then washed her face, trying to erase the blush.
She looked at herself in the reflection of the puddle of water.
She was disheveled, with swollen lips and a vacant stare.
Unconsciously, she brought a hand to her belly, feeling the residual heat and the weight he had left inside her.
'... It feels so good~♥️...' she thought, biting her lip. 'I feel like I'm finally complete.... I can't live without this anymore... If this disappears... if I lose him... I wouldn't know what to do....'
But then, her legs trembled again, reminding her of reality.
'It's just that Jin-kun is... is too much,' she admitted with fear. 'He almost destroyed me in there. I don't know if my body can handle this pace every day. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to let one of those other bitches help me carry the load? Just to rest a little...'
Smack
Suddenly she slapped herself violently on both cheeks, forcing herself to wake up from that stupidity.
'What the fuck am I thinking?' she scolded herself furiously. 'Look for help? Share him? Over my dead body!'
Looking at her reflection, her eyes were bloodshot with determination.
If Jin was a monster in bed, then she couldn't afford to be weak.
'I have to train,' she decided, gritting her teeth. 'I have to prepare my body. If he is a beast, I have to become the only woman capable of taming him. I'm going to take it all... down to the last drop, even if it splits me in two.'
Smack!!
But the pleasurable sting of her butt cheek being spanked broke her thoughts.
Jin slammed his open palm against her huge ass.
Without the stockings to cushion the blow, her fleshy buttocks rippled violently under the skirt, moving with a hypnotic rhythm.
"Shall we go?"
Moaning, Natsuha felt the pleasurable sting on her skin, yet her face lit up.
She loved him treating her like that.
"Y-Yes~, let's go!"
Forgetting the fatigue and pain in her legs, she ran toward him. She clung to his arm with devotion, pressing her breasts against him while they went down the stairs together, walking with difficulty but with a stupid smile on her face.
...
It was Wednesday afternoon. With only two classes on the schedule, the rest of the day belonged to club activities.
Jin was in the middle of the track and field ground, finishing what for anyone else would be physical suicide, but for him was barely a warm-up: the Saitama routine.
One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run.
He was barely breathing hard. His body, bathed in a fine layer of sweat glistening under the setting sun, asked for more.
While he stretched his muscles by the track, a shadow was cast over him, accompanied by a female voice that sounded like angelic music.
"Good job, Jin-senpai. Hydrate a little."
Looking up, he found a vision that would make an atheist pray.
There was Akane Nanao, the third-year baseball club manager.
She was wearing a blue cap with a white embroidered "P" that held back her short brown hair, framing a face with exquisite features and piercing blue eyes.
Though Jin couldn't keep his gaze on her beautiful eyes for long.
Akane was wearing the staff uniform: a gray polo shirt and beige pants. It was supposed to be modest and baggy work clothes, but on her, it ended up accentuating every inch of her excess.
Her silhouette was an assault on decency.
The gray polo was stretched to transparency, strangled by a massive opulence that turned every button into a ticking time bomb about to explode. Every time she breathed, the fabric stretched dangerously, outlining the contour of an anatomy that was pure sin.
In just one year, her serious work ethic and that monumental body had turned her into the goddess of the entire baseball team's jerk-off fantasies.
Smiling, Jin accepted the water.
As everyone knows, school clubs were Ground Zero for hentai scenarios.
That's why he had joined so many in the beginning.
He didn't care about the sport; he cared about hunting these moments, hoping reality would bend and turn into one of those hentai scenes where the manager gets left alone with the star athlete in the equipment room.
Unfortunately, the sad reality was that the baseball club was a barren wasteland. Aside from Akane, there wasn't a single female protagonist in sight.
And what was worse: the coach.
Instead of being a degenerate and corrupt bastard, the guy was a boring grandpa who wouldn't hurt a fly.
'Damn it... where am I supposed to get my loot?' he thought with frustration.
Since he didn't give a shit about the sport, his routine had become the usual: he showed up, signed the attendance sheet to keep up appearances, and took off to train on his own.
Basically, he was using the club.
But Akane was different. Despite her distant attitude, she kept seeking him out every afternoon, faithful and attentive, bringing him water and looking for any excuse to chat.
Over time, they had developed that weird "friends" dynamic.
Unscrewing the bottle cap without breaking eye contact, Jin chugged the water in one go, letting the cool liquid run down his throat.
"Phew... Thanks a lot, Akane."
"I-It's my duty.... It's my job as manager to take care of the players," she replied.
Although she tried to sound professional, the radiant and goofy smile that lit up her face gave away that, for her, attending to him was much more than a simple job duty.
For Akane, puberty wasn't a gift, but a betrayal.
Her body developed with aggressive speed, and those tits that all the guys stared at with desire became her biggest burden. They were an obstacle that forced her to make the most painful decision of her life: giving up swimming, the only sport she truly loved.
She felt lost, floating adrift and without a purpose, until she saw him...
There was Jin, alone on the sports field, drenched in sweat and pushing himself beyond the limit.
Upon discovering he was in the class next door, she made an impulsive decision.
She joined the baseball club as a manager.
She didn't care about the game or the rules: it was simply the perfect excuse to enter his orbit.
And it worked.
Those little daily routines... handing him a cold water bottle, passing him a clean towel, stealing a few minutes of conversation while he caught his breath...
For the rest of the world, they were mundane and ordinary tasks.
However, for her, every brush of hands when handing him the water, every tired smile he gave her, every glance, sent an electric shock straight to her heart.
'I guess this is what being in love feels like...'
Unfortunately, that happiness came accompanied by a shadow.
Lately, anxiety was consuming her.
She was dying to confess what she felt, to stop being just the friend and the manager.
The only problem was that terror paralyzed her.
What if Jin didn't feel the same? What if by crossing that line, she destroyed the only thing they had...?
If he rejected her, she'd lose even the privilege of being by his side as a friend... she was trapped at an emotional crossroads, terrified of taking the next step.
"Are you okay?"
Jin had just finished registering Akane's name in his Diary when he noticed something was wrong.
She had zoned out, staring at him with totally unfocused eyes, as if she were in a trance or hypnotized by what she had just seen.
"Huh...! Ah, nothing! I have to... I have to take water to the rest of the team! Bye, Jin-senpai!"
Blushing, Akane gave whatever excuse popped into her head and bolted, fleeing the scene as if she had committed a crime.
"..."
Arching an eyebrow at that desperate escape, Jin looked back down at the stats in his notebook.
"Fuck..."
He let out a low whistle between his teeth upon reading the data.
"Look at these numbers... Her measurements have nothing to envy Natsuha's. She's just as hot."
But then, he stopped at a specific figure and his eyes went wide.
"Wait a minute... Favorability: 90?"
Snapping his head up, he looked at Akane's back as she hurried away.
Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.
He thought about classic NTR stories, where the shy girl gets stolen by a villain because the protagonist is dense.
But here... the score was absurdly high.
"You gotta be kidding me... Did she really fall in love with me?... What a cliché."
…
Meanwhile, in the Administration Office.
The school Principal was interviewing a true beast.
The man before him was a middle-aged bear with an intimidating physical presence, similar to a gorilla in clothes.
He had a neck so thick it looked nonexistent and a square jaw. His black hair was cut in an outdated military style, giving him the look of an old-school thug, and his bushy eyebrows shadowed small, cruel eyes.
It was, none other than the infamous Coach Tougo. The perfect villain Jin had been waiting for so long.
His resume was stained with red ink.
Previously, he had led the baseball team at another school, until they kicked him to the curb in record time when his hobbies came to light: systematically harassing the female teachers and groping the students under his charge.
Unfortunately, as they say, bad weeds never die.
Just when he was rotting on his couch at home, bored and waiting for the scandal to die down, luck smiled on him. A school was desperate; their baseball team's level was in the gutter and they needed a miracle not to make fools of themselves in the tournament.
Seeing the opportunity, Tougo pulled his strings.
Using his network of contacts and his old drinking buddies to lose some reports and recommend his name, he managed to get his application to the top of the pile, ready to get back in the game.
"Coach Tougo, I've reviewed your file. Your numbers don't lie, you've taken several teams to the finals.... That is exactly what we need. The club is all yours."
"Leave it to me! I guarantee I'm going to squeeze those kids until I wring a victory out of them," Tougo assured, pounding his chest, radiating aggressive confidence.
"Excellent," said the Principal, interlacing his fingers. However, suddenly, his expression hardened and the atmosphere in the office turned icy. "But I'll be frank with you. I've heard things. There are... nasty rumors about the reasons for your departure from the last school."
"Let me be clear: I will not tolerate a single scandal of that type here. Do we understand each other?"
"Hahaha! Oh, come on, Principal. You know how people are," Tougo replied with a thunderous guffaw, waving his hand to swat away the comment as if it were an annoying fly. "They love to make up gossip out of pure envy."
However, while he was laughing, his small eyes narrowed into two calculating slits.
'Don't worry, you stupid old man. This time I'll be much more careful.... I'm going to break those little sheep so thoroughly, I'm going to fuck them and brainwash them with such brutality that they won't dare open their mouths... except to beg for more.'
They say a leopard never changes its spots.
And he wasn't looking for redemption, he had only come looking for fresh meat in a new hunting ground.
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