As she covered her face and buried her moans inside a pillow while she was being fingered, Shinju was so feverish and dazed that she didn't even realize she didn't feel an ounce of disgust towards Yasuo at the moment.
'I met the two of you when you guys were studying at a library. Aren't you supposed to be a smart lady who has good enough grades to make it to any university? Now… you're not even using that big brain of yours anymore. You're simply thinking with your cunt.'
Yasuo could barely contain himself from chuckling as he played around her slit with two fingers. If he pushed a little too hard or any deeper, he might've even torn her hymen.
Her body was hot and her pink flower was tight. It had a pretty color and the flaps weren't ugly and grotesque like some girls'. The walls of the flower clenched and gripped his fingers.
Her hips were buckling with every motion.
His cock was starting to twitch painfully as it was begging to desperately dive into her pool.
When he pulled his fingers out and placed his glans gently against the entrance to her womanhood, that caused her consciousness to suddenly return in a jolt.
He suddenly pushed her body further up the bed, creating more separation between the two of them.
The color in her eyes returned and her mind returned to normal.
"Hey, do you want me to leave your boyfriend alone or not? You've already sucked and spat on my dick. Do you want that to be for nothing?"
"..."
" What? You regret it now? You think that by not letting me fuck you and turn your insides out, it'll take back the fact that you've already cheated on your boyfriend?"
He was taunting her.
But he was right.
She had already cheated on Hitoshi. It was too late to take it back. If she did, then it would've been for nothing cause the bullying would just continue.
Slowly, her legs spread open again.
The entrance to her treasure chest was opened once more.
Placing his pulsating rod on top of her vaginal flaps, he rubbed it up and down gently, giving her the slightest taste of what was about to come.
Nervously, Shinju gulped as she stared at her body part making contact with his.
Her eyes didn't leave his penis for one second.
Grabbing the shaft, Yasuo was about to push his glans inside when she interrupted, "Do it slowly, please. This is my first time. I hear that it hurts at first."
"...I got it."
After he reassured her that he was going to go slow, there was a hint of appreciation on her face, which was ironic considering what he was about to do.
Pushing a little bit of his mushroom tip inside of her, it was addictively warm.
Shinju's eyes quickly averted from the connection that was being made and they stared up at the ceiling. It was as if she were trying to deny the truth of what was occurring.
If she didn't see it, it wasn't happening.
Perhaps this was her way of trying to reduce the guilt that was bound to eat at her.
"By the way, all I said was 'I got it'. I never agreed to go slow," he gave an evil smirk.
"Eh?" she uttered as her eyes returned to look at him. "Ahhhh!"
In a single stroke, his rod had torn through her hymen, pushed open her tight walls, and penetrated all the way through. It pushed up against the sensitive spots, hitting every little crevice of her fleshy walls before ramming and knocking on the door that was her womb.
Tears poured down her face as she screamed into her pillow.
It was so painful.
How was this supposed to be remotely pleasurable?
Her friends spoke about it as if it were the best thing in the world.
Were they lying to themselves? Were they lying to her?
* * *
"Shinju… why aren't you responding to my texts or calls? I'm worried that something has happened to you. Call me back as soon as you hear this," Hitoshi said, leaving a voicemail before hanging up.
Pacing around his bedroom, he felt stressed.
They had never gone more than an hour without texting each other back before.
And now, after she went with Yasuo somewhere, two hours had passed and not a single response from her end.
What if she were hospitalized?
What if she told him that she was willing to become the bully victim in his place?
"Is she hurt? No. No no no. I swear to god if he hurts her…" he walked over to the kitchen and gripped tightly onto a knife.
"Hitoshi," his mother called him from her bedroom. "Could you help me out?"
"..."
Putting the knife, he replied, "Yes. I'm coming."