The setting sun bathed the front steps in light.
Under the old cherry tree, a figure waited motionless near the entrance. The afternoon breeze played with her long hair, swaying it in slow waves that caught the golden light of the sunset. But what really stopped people in their tracks wasn't that.
It was everything else.
Every student who passed nearby did so a little slower than necessary. Some tried to play it off; most didn't bother. A body like that simply couldn't go unnoticed.
Akane, oblivious to all of it or pretending to be, kept her eyes fixed on the entrance with her fingers gripping the straps of her backpack.
And the moment she saw one person walk out, her face lit up.
"Jin-kun!"
Without caring who was watching, she ran to him.
And before he could say a word, she crashed into him with everything she had. All that softness smashed against his chest at once while her arms wrapped around his waist as if she hadn't seen him in years and not hours.
This display of affection was a bucket of cold water for the person who had been following close behind Jin.
Natsuha's feet stopped moving.
Seeing how that stranger clung to the body she considered hers, her eyes went wide. But the initial surprise evaporated instantly, transforming into dangerous possessiveness.
"Jin... Who is she?"
That was when he noticed her.
Slowly, without letting go of Jin's arm, Akane turned her head.
And there she was.
Her eyes traced her from head to toe.
Purple hair. A little taller than her. A pretty face, that air of superiority that only comes from money. And underneath the uniform... a body that reflected back at her like an uncomfortable mirror.
Breasts that rivaled her own, a narrow waist, perfect posture...
'Natsuha Shinomiya.'
Jin's classmate. It had to be her.
Their gazes met and neither of them blinked.
Jin felt the electric tension on each side of his body, like standing between two storms, but far from getting nervous, he found it amusing.
And before either of them could react, he slid both arms around their shoulders and pulled them toward him in a dominant embrace that left no room for resistance.
"Natsuha, meet Akane Nanao."
"Akane, this is Natsuha Shinomiya."
Pulling them tighter against his body, he smiled with mischief. "You two better get along. From now on, you'll be 'sisters'... destined to share the load."
To his right, he felt Akane's body go stiff all at once. The girl looked at him with her mouth half open and her eyes so wide they seemed to take up half her face.
Her brain was trying to process the crude implication of what he was proposing.
She looked at Jin, then at Natsuha, and back at Jin, unable to get a single word out.
Natsuha, on the other hand, was much quicker.
A flash of cunning gleamed in her eyes as a knowing smile curved her lips.
The two girls' gazes collided.
And in that instant, no words were needed.
It was an absolute certainty that struck them both at the same time:
'She's his too.'
They understood their position immediately. But against all odds, what rose in their chests wasn't jealousy or rage. It was, strangely, a feeling of resignation... and maybe, a little bit of relief.
Akane pressed her fingers against Jin's new shirt. To her, he was no longer just some boy she was in love with; he was her savior, her hero, her absolute owner.
'What if he has another girl?'
The thought pierced her stomach like a pin. But instead of letting go, she held on tighter.
'So what if he does?'
It was an ugly thought, she knew. But he had gotten her out of there... And that didn't just go away, no matter how many times she tried to think it through clearly. Someone capable of doing what he did... wasn't someone you could measure by the usual rules.
'Besides... that way he looks at me, like my whole body belongs to him...'
She was already soaking her panties.
For her part, Natsuha was holding back a scream of joy.
'THANK YOU!'
Reinforcements had finally arrived.
The idea of sharing Jin's sexual desire was a blessing. Even though she loved the feeling of how he fucked her brutally until she blacked out... she felt useless, she couldn't put up a fight before she passed out from both the pleasure and the exhaustion.
And the prospect of not ending every session unconscious or unable to walk the next day was almost touching.
'I can't handle him alone, but if there's two of us...' Her eyes sparkled. 'Maybe, just maybe, the two of us together can find his limit... if he even has one.'
Throwing a knowing wink at Akane, she made the girl blush all the way to her hairline, understanding the message, but she didn't pull away.
Without another word, both of them pressed against Jin, sealing the agreement with the warmth of their bodies.
"..."
"Jin-kun..."
Breaking the silence, Natsuha spoke with a pout while rubbing her breasts against him. "Don't you think it's time to head home for our private lessons? I'm really behind and I need you to get me up to speed... Urgently."
"Th-That... me too!" Akane jumped in immediately, not wanting to be left behind. "I need remedial lessons too!"
Even though she had no idea what kind of "private lessons" she was asking for, her instincts were screaming at her that she couldn't let Natsuha keep all of Jin's attention to herself.
"..."
Looking at the two beauties begging for his attention, a dangerous smile spread across Jin's face.
Both were absurdly gorgeous. Both pressing against him with bodies that seemed designed to keep him from thinking straight.
"... Fine," he murmured, in a low voice that ran down both their spines. "If you insist that much..."
Leaning suddenly toward Natsuha, he kissed her hard, without asking permission, the kind of kiss that made it crystal clear who was in charge, and before Akane could process what she had just witnessed, he grabbed her by the chin and gave her the same treatment.
Slower, maybe. But just as firm.
Akane stopped breathing. Natsuha licked her lips.
"We'll do a group session," he murmured, savoring the moment. "And I'm going to make sure you both learn the lesson... until it's burned into you."
And they started walking toward Natsuha's house with an arm around each of them.
However, as they moved along, his mind was already working on the future.
'I need to find my own place soon,' he thought with a frown. 'Natsuha's mother comes back next month. If I want to keep organizing these sessions... especially now that there's two of them. I need total privacy.'
Behind them, the school exit had turned into a hotbed of hostility.
The students who stayed behind watched the scene with disbelief and rage. Seeing Jin walk away with two of the most desired girls hanging off his arms was an insult to every single one of them.
"It's that bastard Jin again..." one muttered, clenching his fists.
"Are you surprised? This is nothing. This morning he had four all over him. He's literally hogging every woman."
"Son of a bitch!" another one snapped, kicking a rock. "I'm not ugly, damn it. Why the fuck am I still a virgin while this asshole has an all you can eat buffet?"
But his friend laughed cruelly, slapping him on the back. "You? Please. Go home, jerk off, and go to sleep. Your imagination is the only thing you're ever gonna fuck in your life."
"... Do I really look that bad...?"
...
The moment the front door lock clicked, Natsuha was already kicking off her shoes in desperation.
She threw her backpack onto the couch without looking back and, with her skirt flying from the urgency of her steps, disappeared into her bedroom.
...
"Master... How does this look on me?"
When she reappeared in the doorway, the atmosphere of the room shifted violently, even the dim light seemed to turn scorching.
Natsuha wore a black bodysuit clinging to her skin as if it had been painted on. The fabric adhered to every part with precision: the arch of her breasts pressing against the neckline, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
It left nothing to the imagination and at the same time left everything.
Then the stockings.
Dark. Climbing from feet encased in thin heels up to her thighs where the fabric met bare skin. The kind of stockings designed for one thing and that thing wasn't getting dressed. Because between her legs, where there should have been fabric, there was nothing.
Only her pussy. Exposed, wet, unhidden. An invitation that needed no words.
And on her head, a pair of black bunny ears swayed with each movement, completing an image of submission.
The full picture hit the room like a shockwave.
Akane forgot to breathe beside him. Jin didn't blame her.
"Jin-kun..."
Rising onto her tiptoes, Natsuha gave a little spin. "Are you satisfied with my... 'study uniform' for today?"
"..."
Without answering, Jin stepped forward, caught her wrist with one hand and, with the other, grabbed her ass hard, sinking his fingers into the flesh through the bodysuit fabric.
"Looks like a certain naughty bunny didn't learn her lesson yesterday. You keep teasing me..."
"Mmm~... That's because..." Pressing herself against his neck, Natsuha blew her warm breath mixing it with the sweet, cloying scent of her perfume. "Because I want my Master to use me again... I want you to do me so hard that this time I never forget."
'That fast?'
One second Natsuha was standing by the doorframe, and the next Jin had grabbed her by the hips and shoved her violently against the dining table.
Akane brought her hands to her face.
It was a reflex, but her fingers betrayed her immediately. They parted on their own, one by one, opening small gaps that her eyes found, and through them, she saw everything.
Jin's back was the first thing filling her field of vision, broad, hard, every muscle moving beneath a layer of sweat that made his skin glisten. He moved with a brutal rhythm.
"Ah~♥️...! M-Master... wait... too dee—!"
The sentence never finished. It broke in half and what was left was something else entirely, something that came from deep inside her body and loosened every joint. Natsuha's feet dangled in the air on either side of Jin's hips, her toes curling and stretching in spasms that followed the rhythm of each thrust like a seismograph recording the impact.
'Oh my God...'
Akane swallowed hard. 'It's so... intense... How can she take that?'
Something soft bumped against her foot.
She looked down. Natsuha's bunny tail pompom was on the floor, next to her shoe.
Soaked.
Gleaming under the light as if it had been dipped in something. The spongy texture was darkened, heavy, dripping.
The sight traveled through her body like an electric shock, from her eyes to her stomach and from there straight between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together by instinct, hard, and the friction of her own panties, already soaked, sticky, ruined for who knew how many minutes now, ripped a shiver up her spine.
'How embarrassing...'
But the embarrassment was a whisper. The other thing was a scream.
She couldn't look away. She wasn't even trying anymore.
Her eyes jumped from one detail to the next. Jin's back contracting with every thrust. Natsuha's breasts shaking violently, free from the bodysuit that had given up a long time ago, bouncing with a hypnotic heaviness every time he slammed into her.
Her knuckles white against the edge of the table. Her mouth open. Her eyes rolled back.
And the sound...
Clap, Scholp, Clap
A wet rhythm of skin against skin with that viscous cadence that left no room for doubt about what was happening. Every impact vibrated through the dining room air, slipped into her ears, sank down through her chest and settled between her legs as if every thrust was aimed at her too.
She had never felt anything like this.
That liquid heat spreading through her entire body, melting her defenses one by one, until the only thing left was the raw, simple need for someone, for him, to do the exact same thing to her.
"M-Master~♥️...! It's c-coming... I'm cumming~...!"
Natsuha's nails clawed at the table in desperation.
When Jin buried himself to the hilt in the final thrust, her body went still for an instant. Just one instant.
Then everything hit her at once.
She arched her back so hard that only her shoulders and heels touched the table. Neck stretched, mouth open in a scream that never came out, every muscle clenching and releasing without her permission.
And then, suddenly, nothing.
She collapsed as if someone had cut her strings. Glassy eyes. Broken breathing.
The silence that followed was thick, barely broken by those short gasps that didn't seem entirely conscious.
And then it came, subtle at first, then impossible to ignore, that thick, unmistakable smell that filled the dining room.
Natsuha hung from Jin's arms like a doll that had been played with until she broke. Completely limp. Completely gone.
The visual proof of the brutality of that "lesson."
And Akane had seen all of it.
Every thrust. Every moan. Every time Natsuha had begged for more.
It was the silence that brought her back. That sudden silence after the chaos that made her abruptly notice something her body had known for a while now.
Her hand was wet...
Looking down, she noticed her fingers were under her skirt, rubbing her clit, moving on their own with a slow rhythm she didn't remember starting.
The heat rose to her face, but the shame lasted exactly one second.
Because what came next was stronger: an urgent need that squeezed her chest and dried her throat.
She needed it too.
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