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Persona 5 - Cognition	By : AnotherDamnWriter Category: +S through Z > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) > Shin Megami Tensei: Persona (all) Views: 58250 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TAGS: Prostitution, Incest.
“Hiiiiiii~” The voice that came out of the pink lipstick-slathered lips of the high school girl was annoyingly high pitched, her big round eyes were masked in blue contacts and purple eyeliner, her unnaturally dark complexion twisted into a big smile. “My name’s Ai Owari and I’m the newest and hottest comfort girl around!” She closed her eyes and delivered a big peace sign to the camera, tilting her head slightly to the left in a vain attempt to look cute. Her breasts swayed as she moved, being covered only by the signature undershirt of Shujin Academy, although the top buttons were loosened. “They say my pussy is top quality! Why don’t you come to “the usual place” and check it out for yourself!” Her voice was almost robotic and absolutely not sexy, as if she was reading from a script. Finishing her advertisement, she opened her eyes to look at the camera and mouthed, with a forced smile:
“Help me.”

…

“This is bad. This is very, very bad.”

Principal Kobayakawa exhausted the top of his bald head with a handkerchief. The fat man could barely fit in his chair, his meaty neck seemed to bulge out of his white shirt, it’s top buttons having to double team with a red bowtie to contain it. His loud presence was undermined by a simplistic brown suit, which made the man look more like an overweight used car salesman than the principal of a respected school.

“An incident like this could destroy this school’s reputation!” He stored the wet handkerchief on the suit’s inner pocket and sank his hefty face into his hands. “The reputation that I worked so hard to build!” He surfaced to look at the girl standing on the other side of the table. “You have to help me, Niijima!”

Makoto Niijima stood on the office’s red carpet with her hand covering her mouth, incredulous at the video she had just seen. Her short brown hair was styled in a neat bob cut with bangs, going down to just below her nose level and kept in place by a headband of the same color, so subtle that one might confuse it as part of her hair. Below that was a young face with reserved features, the exception being her dark red eyes that could pierce a hole into anyone unfortunate enough to cross with the Student Council President. Her light frame was protected by a white shirt with a turtleneck and a black halter vest on top. Her modest skirt went down to her thighs and was styled in the traditional gaudish Shujin design: Red and black with a squared pattern. To top it off she wore brown ankle boots, which helped maximize her small stature. Niijima took pride in maintaining the school’s dress etiquette through rain or snow, which only made it worse when she had to reprimand certain girls who refused to keep their bums to themselves.

“W-What do you want me to do, Principal Kobayakawa?” The girl said. “Shouldn’t we report this to the police and-”

“No, no, no!” The man waved his hands frenetically at the girl. “A student from Shujin Academy working as a pro-” The principal reconsidered the words, although both of them knew Makoto was not dumb nor that ignorant of what happens in the streets of Tokyo. “...A ‘comfort girl!’ If anyone finds out about this I am finished!” He spoke the truth, theoretically the school’s administration should be observing every single weird behavior from their students and reporting them as necessary, the backlash for a slip up like this would go straight to the top of the hierarchy.

“W-Well…” Makoto glanced at a nearby window, her hair swayed gracefully as she moved her head. It was a cloudy day, the only sounds that permeated the school at this time of morning were the light chirping of the birds outside. “This is something that should be resolved by the proper authorities...” Thought Niijima. “But Principal Kobayakawa has always been so supportive of me… I don’t want him to get in trouble….”

The man noticed Makoto’s confliction. “...Well, I suppose it can’t be helped.” He used way too much leg strength to get up from his comfy chair. “I may be speaking to the wrong Niijima. You are not a skilled prosecutor like your sister, after all.”

The mention of her older sister made Makoto tense up, her heartbeat accelerated. Sae Niijima was indeed quite the skilled lawyer, she found tremendous success exceptionally fast as she spearheaded many cases against powerful crime syndicates and corrupt politicians, her courage and work ethic allowed her to reach a distinguished position as a public prosecutor in the Tokyo District Special Investigations Department.

“My sister… Why did he have to mention my sister?”

There was a reason for Sae’s dedication to her job, the sisters’ father had been murdered when both were very young, leaving the older sister in premature charge of a home and of Makoto. Since then, the young woman started concentrating all of her energy into her studies and work, setting aside her own personal dreams so she could support her younger sister. The stress of Sae’s daily routine occasionally broke her tough shell, many arguments were fought in the Niijima household over the most insignificant things only to be promptly forgotten the following morning. “You should be grateful we have a roof over our heads!” Was a phrase Makoto had heard all too often, she could swear she could hear Sae crying in her room after their squabbles.

“Now then, Miss Niijima, you are dismissed. Please return to your classroo-”

“I’ll do it.” Interjected Makoto. “I’ll find Owari and bring her back.” The girl’s face was determined, her indifference from before was completely gone. “Not only that, but I’ll find out who is behind this as well.”

“Well, well, well! That’s the fire I’ve come to expect from our beloved Student Council President!” The principal’s face lit up, thankfully for him it seems he found someone willing to clean up his mess. “If you pull this off, Makoto, I’ll sign a letter of recommendation to whatever prestigious college you desire!” A meaningless prize, Makoto could already be accepted anywhere based on her grades alone. This was much more personal, she knew there was something she had to prove.

The problem was finding out exactly what.

…

Makoto sat at the living room table of the Niijima household, it’s pristine glass top reflected her face, the face of someone who had absolutely no idea what she was doing. The school day ended hours ago on a rainy afternoon, being capped off by a big thunderstorm as night fell. She distracted herself from her newly acquired duties by stuffing her face with inconsequential math and history books she had rented from the library. The brunette took a glance at the object by the door she noticed when she came in.

“She forgot her umbrella again…” Mumbled Makoto. Sae always went to work in such a hurry in the mornings that she usually neglected her own well being, the prosecutor should be getting home around this time and in this thunderstorm-

As if on cue, the apartment’s door opened abruptly, giving way to the soaking wet older sister.

“Oh! There it is, the blasted thing!” Sae said, looking down at the umbrella resting against the wall. Sae Niijima was a tall woman, even without her high heels she stood just as tall as your average man, physically and metaphorically speaking. Her black business suit, pants and turtleneck shirt almost mirrored Makoto’s own clothes, only Sae’s was drizzling to the floor. Aside from her stature and build, the other most defining characteristic of the older sister had to be her face: Despite her anger it still maintained a look of mature serenity. Her flowing grey hair, a parting gift from their lost mother, cascaded down to her chest and dripped tears onto the clean marble floor.

“Sis! You’re home!” Exclaimed Makoto. It was not unusual for Sae to stay at work for longer than she should, but the sounds of lightning outside made Makoto worry for her sister. “I’ve prepared some dinner for you and the bath is rea-”

“What are you doing still up?” Sae didn’t reciprocate Makoto’s concern, her brown eyes stared a hole into the younger sibling. “For goodness sake, Makoto, you have school tomorrow morning!” The prosecutor took a moment to check her watch on the underside of her wrist. “It’s almost nine o’clock, you better be in bed by the time I get out of the shower.” Sae closed the door behind her and made her way to the bathroom without another word, dripping all the way there.

“S-Sure, Sis…” Makoto hung her head down low and closed her book. She didn’t blame her sister for her attitude, Sae worked very hard to get food on their plates and made sure that Makoto didn’t have to work herself, allowing her ample time to concentrate on her studies. “Still… Why does she seem to hate me so…”

…

The student council president laid in her bed under the warm blanket. Her prim and proper school uniform had been changed into soft pajamas, the color matched her reddish eyes. Her headband was removed which allowed her hair to move about freely. This short moment in the darkness of her room seemed to be her only breathing space away from the world: No responsibilities, no studies, no criminals… Just her own thoughts under the veil of night.

The door to the room slowly creaked open, allowing the light from the corridor to invade her eyes. Makoto looked away to shield her eyes from the shine, but she could tell it was her sister’s silhouette in the doorway. The figure approached Makoto’s bed and sat on it’s edge.

“Makoto… Sit up, please.” Said the familiar voice of her sister. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Makoto did just that, she started sprouting from her position, her lower body remained under the sheets. As she finished painfully getting up, still groggy from Sae’s sudden entrance, she came face to face with her sister…

...who was wearing only a towel around her breasts and barely covered her toned thighs.

“Sis? W-What are you doing here?” Makoto was shocked at Sae’s appearance, never had she seen the woman wear something that wasn’t a formal attire. She was stunned at her sister’s gorgeous figure that was hidden under her clothes, her generous cleavage forced Sae to keep holding the towel. The elder sister’s skin was perfectly smooth, as if made of porcelain, it seemed more fit for a model like Takamaki than for a public prosecutor.

“I came to apologize.” Said the woman, looking mournful. “I was stressed from... work.” She seemed to hesitate on the last word, like she hated using it as an excuse to be mean to her sister. “I had to stay late and just wanted to take a shower as soon as I got home.”

“You don’t have to apologize…” Said Makoto, staring into her sister’s beautiful eyes. “I know… I know you were left with big shoes to fill.” The younger sister couldn’t even remember very much about her father, Sae took care of her for as long as she could remember. Their dad, Officer Niijima, was trying to take down a sex trafficking ring affiliated with the Yakuza and paid dearly for his bravery. Makoto never mentioned this to anyone, but she always dreamed of being a member of the police force just like her dad. He left something else behind though: A notebook which doubled as a journal of sorts, it detailed all of his work before his untimely death, but most importantly it held memories of his time with his daughters. Sae had given her the notebook when she hit 14 years of age and the younger sister had kept it in her bag since then, as a good luck charm.
“But I do!” Sae raised her voice just loud enough to scare her sister. “...I’m sorry, I’m doing it again.” Sae apologized and reached out her hand to caress Makoto’s cheek. “Her skin is so soft...” Both girls thought. “Father never would have stood for me treating you like this.” Makoto took this opportunity to also feel Sae’s hand. “I promise that I’ll be the best big sister ever from this point on.” The sisters embraced, Sae’s covered breasts pressed up against the soft fabric of Makoto’s clothes. “I’ll protect you… No matter what.”

“She smells divine…” Noted Makoto, Sae’s shower had left her with quite the tantalizing aroma, the only thing she could compare it to were the best flowers Haru could plant. Their skins glossed over each other. “Thank you, sis…” Makoto’s eyes started watering. “I want to stay like this forever…” Thought the student.

“No. Thank you, Makoto.” The sisters divorced from each other’s touch. Sae got up from her sister’s bed, maintaining eye contact and giving her the purest, most genuine smile she could. “Your dinner was delicious, good night.”

Just as quickly as the angel had come, the angel had left, closing the door behind her. Makoto was left in the darkness of her thoughts, thoughts primarily about her sister. Her silent admiration of the woman only intensified with each passing day, and only improved with her heartfelt apology.

Her sister’s demeanor… Her determination… Her courage… Her smell… Her elegance… Thought after thought swarmed around Makoto’s head, these thoughts soon turned impure. Makoto subconsciously moved her right hand to her chest and started caressing her breast through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

“Why is she so beautiful…” Makoto thought to herself. “Why does she have to torture me like this…” Her other hand started moving down towards her lower area, it started to slowly massage her labia, caressing up and down through the soft material.

“Why…” Her thoughts turned into whispers. “Why did she have to be my sister…” Her hands started picking up the pace, starting to work at her nipple and clit. “Why…! Why can’t I just tell her how I feel?!” Makoto’s voice was starting to get probably too loud for the subject matter. “Why do I have to see her suffer because of me?! Why can’t I give anything back?!”

Makoto’s hand now slipped underneath her top, massaging her breast. She eventually gave up maintaining any sense of modesty in her own room and fully lifted her shirt, allowing her perky nipples to escape their prison. She pinched one of them, hard, maybe in her mind she was punishing herself, or imagining someone else punishing her…

“Ugh… I just want to go to her room and confess everything…” Thought the younger sister. “I want her to embrace me again… I want to take away her pain… I want to kiss her neck and smell it forever…” She had taken her pants down to her knees and was assaulting her own clit, massaging it forcefully in rotating motions. “I want to… I want to… I want to…” Her only coherent words were now a mantra, driven by her twisted desire.

Makoto forcefully spun around, so that her belly now faced the bed. Afraid of being too loud she bit the pillow and inserted her middle and ring finger deep within her pussy, assaulting her g-spot with all of her strength. It wasn’t just love for her sister, it was lust, purely sick lust.

“Mmm...! Ssss…!” Makoto’s moans and calls for her sister were thankfully muffled by the padding. With her ass up in the air, Makoto pathetically orgasmed to thoughts of her own sister. Her screams of pleasure were once again muted by her pillow, which made it difficult to breathe during her release. She twitched and twitched, not wanting this feeling to end, but eventually it subsided. Her willpower gone, she slumped down to her bed once more, the girl could feel the liquid spilling onto her sheets but she couldn’t bring herself to care. With the wet noises gone, the only sound that filled the room now were of Makoto’s heavy breathing, which only stopped once her accelerated heart got a chance to relax. Lying in a pool of her sweat and cum, all Makoto could spare the energy to do was raise her right hand, which limped to the outside of her bed, she took a look at her filthy palm.

“I’m sorry sis… I’m terrible…”

…

Makoto’s search for Ai took her to Shibuya’s red light district, it didn’t take much detective work to figure that out: Owari mentioned “the usual place” and this location was infamous for its variety of shady services. One of these services on display were prostitutes, a person of either sex walking late at night through the district will elicit a great amount of catcalling from the nearby “comfort girls” that loiter every corner.

It was already dark out, probably too dark for a girl like her to be walking around alone, but her mind was set with an unwavering sense of duty. She couldn’t just let a colleague suffer, she couldn’t cower away in her sister’s shadow anymore.

Lights flooded every corner of Makoto’s vision, the brightly lit streets almost caused her to forget the place’s reputation, signs that ordered her to “EAT.” “PLAY.” “LIVE.” were on every building. “Everything looks the same…” Thought Makoto, she didn’t want to admit it, but she was lost on the district’s labyrinth of roads. “Maybe I should head back for today and-”

“Psst, hey kid.” A voice came from a nearby back alley, the darkness that contrasted with the streets made it impossible to identify the face behind it. “You lookin’ for someone?”

Makoto turned her head towards the alley, her eyes were able to identify a sunglasses wearing man, his black hair was slicked back, his appearance reeked of a tryhard greaser. “W-What if I am?” She said, trying to sound firm but that plan worked out better in her head than in reality.

“Ay girl, I’m just asking if you’re a type that’s lookin’ for some fun!” Said the man, defensively. “You look like the type that’s controlled on the outside but a freak on the inside, y’knowatchamsayin’? I know hot stuff has a good eye for hot stuff, and I can provide you with some scorching hot stuff, ya’ dig?”

“He’s trying harder than me.” Thought Makoto. This proved advantageous to her, knowing that she was dealing with some dumb punk and not a Yakuza mastermind calmed Makoto’s nerves. “I’m looking to… “have some fun” with a girl named Ai Owari, I believe I saw her in the ad?”

“Shiiiiiiiit! You studied with her and jumped at the chance to the first in line to fuck her brains out when you could? That’s cold, girl.” The man made an over exaggerated welcoming motion with his arms, as if introducing her to some grand hotel, beckoning her to the alley. “Right this way, milady.”

“Well... too late to quit now.” Thought Makoto as she made her way into the dark underbelly of Shibuya. The lights kept fading as they walked in the smelly alleyway, at one point the girl had to guide herself based only on the light of the moon.

A short walk later, both of them stopped at an inconspicuous door, illuminated only by a small lamp overhead. The unmistakable sound of loud electronic music could be heard from the other side. “This must be one of those clubs I heard about…”

The greaser wannabe knocked three times on the door, it’s top side opened, revealing a set of eyes that almost bulged out of the frame. It closed again and the entire thing opened, revealing a tall black man that served as the club’s bouncer. “Another student, Hiroto?” Said the man.

Makoto found a corridor at the other side of the door, bright LEDs decorated it until it ended with a big room where it seemed the party proper was happening. The stench of drugs and alcohol was rampant in the air, so much that it made her flinch for a moment.

“Nah nah man, this one wants to bang her friend. Fucked up, amiright?” Said the man, waving his hands in the air. “Follow me, girly.” The man lead Makoto through one of the corridor’s many doors, leading to a set of stairs. This part of the building was clearly much less maintained than the entrance, the wallpaper was ripping off and many rodent holes were evident. The illumination was also worse, which made her trip a few times before reaching the top.

The stairs led to a large balcony that oversaw the dance floor below, some tables and chairs were in the middle but the action was concentrated on the outskirts: The perimeter of the room was covered in red sofas which were stained in a substance Makoto couldn’t quite put her finger on. Sitting on them were a multitude of attractive women and some not-so-attractive men, they made out and fondled each other without a care in the world. This would be weird for any normal person but Makoto especially was never exposed to such public displays of sexuality, hell, she had never dared hold hands with a boy before, much less-

“And who might you be?” Makoto snapped out of her gawking by a deep voice, her eyes were drawn to a man at the center of the wall, he had a girl in each arm and exuded a much more sinister presence than anyone else in the room.

Makoto also took notice of the girl beside him. Painted blonde hair; unnaturally dark skin; makeup. Bingo. “There’s Owari!” Thought Makoto.

“Ah, yes...” The man got up, he was roughly a foot taller than her. His slicked back brown hair covered a bulky mug, his facial features seemed a bit too small for the size of his head. A pair of small earrings accentuated his small ears, below that was a purple jacket a and pants with a black shirt underneath, it’s top buttons were open, although probably not by choice, his gaudy look was topped off by a flashy golden chain hanging from his neck. “...My name is Junya Kaneshiro, I am the owner and proprietor of this fine establishment.” He cracked a sly smile as he looked at the girl. “You’re the one looking for Ai? Hey, that’s pretty weird but it’s cool by me. In fact, two kids from Shujin already...”

“He’s the one. After him, dog.”

“You!” Makoto interrupted the man, so he was the one behind this! The room gradually fell into silence as people noticed her outburst. “You’re the one who’s been kidnapping girls and forcing them to-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Kaneshiro interrupted her back, he was already suspicious of her true motives but his grin and raised eyebrows revealed an incredulous fascination instead of anger at someone casting their moral codes on him. “Kidnapping? I’ve never done such a thing!” He mocked her, pretending to be shocked, which elicited some laughter from the others.

“That girl! That’s my classmate, Ai Owari!” You kidnapped her and…” Makoto’s voice came to a halt when she noticed Owari hanged her head down low and started shaking it in a negatory motion, was she wrong?

“I think you got the wrong idea here, girlie.” The boss dragged Ai by the arm to her feet. “Ai’s parents, poor guys, were in a bad financial position, so they took a thirty million yen loan with my… “Bank”, shall we say.” Kaneshiro turned his head to stare at the girl, his eyes lustfully longed over her. “So, when the time came to collect and they didn’t have my money…” Kaneshiro caressed down the girl’s shoulder and groped her breast, forcefully fondling it. “...we made a deal to make Owari here pay it off.”

“Wha-!? T-Thirty million?” Makoto was at a loss for words at the tale, her parents were pimping her out? “Is… Is that true, Ai?” She got silence from the girl, which was the response she feared. “R-regardless!” She had to do something, she couldn’t give up now. “Your methods might be different from what I thought but my point stands! Let her go or my...” Makoto’s words fizzled out. “My sister…” Makoto mumbled in her mind.

“I may be speaking to the wrong Niijima. You are not a skilled prosecutor like your sister, after all.”

“You should be grateful we have a roof over our heads!”

“I know… I know you were left with big shoes to fill.”

“Hahaha! “My” what?” Mocked Kaneshiro. The music from downstairs still blared loudly from the speakers but the balcony might as well be dead silent, everyone was anxious with anticipation.
“You gonna sic your daddy on me?”

“Daddy?” She thought, her eyes were wide open. “Father… What would father do? What would he say?” Contemplated Makoto, alas, she could not recall a single conversation with her dad, much less would she know how he would handle this situation. “What would a hero do? What would someone with actual courage even say?” Blanking out on words of wisdom from her father, Makoto’s mind went to the movies she liked to watch as a kid: Police dramas, with mafiosos like Kaneshiro and heroes like her dad... What would the protagonist from that show she loved say?

“Or my…” Makoto’s mind was set, she would instill fear into the hearts of the wrongdoers. The girl dramatically pointed her finger up at the heavens and then at Kaneshiro “...Or my fists will serve swift justice upon you!”

Silence.

More silence.

Then raucous laughter erupted. All the patrons of the club present started absolutely losing it. “That’s it?” She could hear some of them say. Even some of the girls, most of whom were probably there against their will, joined in. Owari merely hung her head down low in shame.

This is the first time Makoto saw Kaneshiro outright laughing, his voice overpowered all the others present. “Hahaha! Oh wow!” Kaneshiro comically slapped his knee and bent over, screaming at the ground. “This is just fucking fantastic!” The mafioso looked up at Makoto, still bent, all while sporting the biggest shit eating grin of all time. “Yo-You’re gonna b-b-beat me up?” Kaneshiro waved his hands frantically in front of his face while tears of laughter formed in his eyes. “Pff- P-Please don’t hurt me, girl! I’m too young to die!” His guffaw reached a peak before it stopped, the room also gradually stopped when they noticed his face now carried a serious expression. “Seriously though, I’m feeling nice and you made me lose my shit for a while there so I won’t have my guards break that finger with a sledgehammer.” He gave the girl a proud look, feeling so good about himself for having such self control. Makoto despairingly looked at the girl, she couldn’t imagine the pain of having her only hope being snuffed out so soon, she had to do something. “If we don’t have any business to attend to I’ll ask that my friends here escort you out-”

“W-Wait!” Interjected Makoto, her famous pointing hand now opened up as she pleaded for more time. “I have a business proposal!”

This caught Kaneshiro’s attention. “Oh? And what would that be?” He said. Light murmurs could be heard from those in attendance, they certainly weren’t expecting a show like this tonight. Ai’s tear stained face stared at Makoto, she wasn’t going to…?

“Trade her for me! I’ll pay off her debt myself!” Inumerous “Ooh”s and “Aah”s flooded the room as the gyaru covered her mouth with both of her hands.

Kaneshiro’s eyebrows raised and his mouth opened slightly, his expression a mixture of shock and arousal. “No shit.” Said the incredulous man. Was this chick an angel or a retard?

“No!” Objected Owari. “I don’t want Makoto to-”

“I’ll replace her!” The council president intruded, her eyes stared straight into Kaneshiro’s, unwavering. The words came effortlessly out of Makoto’s mouth. Where did this burst of courage come from? “I’ll get thirty million, easy.”

“Hmm…” Kaneshiro pondered, the gears in his head turned and turned with no sign of stopping. He looked at Ai, then at Makoto, then back at Ai, then back at Makoto. “Turn around and lift up your skirt, let me see that ass you keep hiding.” He said.

“Ugh.” Makoto hesitated for a second, a look of disdain covered her face but she did as she was told, not exactly in a seductive or enticing way but the positive response from her audience seemed to indicate that didn’t matter. While Makoto was not as gifted as her sister on the chest or legs department, she made up for it with her bum, the black school tights seemed almost a size too small to contain it. Her shapely ass was round but firm, a product of her countless hours training martial arts.

“Hmm…” The leader hummed again, his thumb and indicator finger caressed his chin, as if he was appreciating a fine piece of art. “I dunno… I’m still not convinced.” He said. “Owari here already a fine piece of ass and is no slouch with the tits too.” Kaneshiro noted, much to the disapproval of his peers. “Now, now. I’m a businessman, why would I take this girl if I think the other one would make me more money?”

“T-That’s right!” Owari spoke up. “I’m much more attractive than her, t-there’s no need to take her over me!” Please Makoto, stop this…

“This is for your own good, Ai.” Thought Makoto, although she really did feel a little bit hurt by her comments. “So you’re a businessman, huh? Then how about this...” She turned back around to face Kaneshiro, her face carried a gravitas to it. “You know what I have that Owari doesn’t?” Makoto lifted up her again, this time with a conscious effort to be more seductive. She wasn’t enjoying this attention of course, but this was a competition to save the other now. Everyone could see the outline of Makoto’s panties under the tights. “I’m a virgin.”

Once again, the judges in the audience cheered and hollered, they seemed to firmly be on Makoto’s side for some reason. “That’s right, I’ve never been with a boy- or girl, for that matter.” Said Makoto, she furrowed her brow and looked at the gyaru. “Owari, on the other hand, was a slut even before she came here, second only to Takamaki.” Her words were uncharacteristically harsh and Ai responded accordingly, she had said Makoto was uglier than her but the student council president’s insults were on another level.

“What do you think, Mr. Businessman?” Makoto continued, her attention now back at the man who would decide the fate of these girls. “What do you think people would pay more for? For Ai’s sloppy backstreet blowjobs and gaping vagina? Or for the deflowering of a pure-hearted girl?” Makoto let go of her skirt, it contrasted with the severity of her words as it gracefully fell back down, her sales pitch concluded.

“Wow.” Kaneshiro and Ai were speechless, none of them expected the perfect student council president of Shujin Academy to be able to sell herself so efficiently. “Deep inside that teacher’s pet exterior, you’re really a naughty slut aren’t you?” Kaneshiro taunted, his erection clearly visible through his pants.

“Hmm… I really don’t know about that…” This was Makoto’s chance, time for the killing blow: She bit her lip and looked hungrily around the room.

“Anyone wants to find out?”

The audience roared its approval. “Deal! Deal! Deal! Deal!” The men and women chanted in unison, so loud that even some people in the lower floor started looking around to find the origin of the noise.

“Oh, fine!” Kaneshiro gave in, he had interest in Makoto since the beginning but their little competition was too fun to stop early. He extended his hand for a handshake. “It’s a deal!”

Makoto firmly grasped the older man’s hand, like she was shaking the principal’s hand after being handed her diploma or something. “It’s a deal!” Said Makoto, with all the confidence in the world.

“Used goods gets to go free, and you’ll be my property until the debt is paid.”

“Yeah!” Makoto giddily agreed, wait... “Oh no.” Thought Makoto, this was a rare case of her mouth running faster than her brain, she was so concentrated on getting Ai out that she forgot she was going in. Her firm hand slowly went limp, which Kaneshiro noticed.

“Oh? Having second thoughts?” The man taunted, a sly smirk from when they first met came back to his face, this was going to be fun.

“N-No! Of course not!” Idiot, idiot, idiot! How did she not think this through? Her need to help became a need to win, why did this happen? It’s like her normal thoughts were corrupted for that period of time, like someone else were changing them on the fly.

“Men, get this whore out of my face! Take her back to her traitorous dad and cunt mother!” Kaneshiro’s head gestured towards the exit, and two brutish men arrived to escort Ai outside. “Better hope they don’t sell you again!” He shouted at the girl who left, free at last but publicly humiliated.

Makoto was now the center of attention in the room, curious gazes washed over her body from all sides as everyone wondered what would happen next. The girl started panicking, her surge of courage had ran out and now her determination was running on fumes. After Kaneshiro made sure the girl had left safely (he was an honest businessman, after all) the brutish man made his way back to where he was sitting earlier, he lowered his buttocks and sat down with a tired grunt.

“Well then, now that that’s settled…” Kaneshiro untucked his shirt from under his pants and started unbuckling his belt. He shuffled in place, staring straight at Makoto, as he brought his pants and underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprang free from it’s prison, already wet and at full mast from the show Makoto had given it earlier, in many ways it resembled it’s owner: Of above average height way above average thickness, along with hair in the most inappropriate locations. “...let’s begin your initiation.”

“W-What?!” Exclaimed Makoto, she was already aware she probably would have to satisfy the man’s sick desires at some point, but here? Now? In front of all of these people?

Kaneshiro shook his head and sighed. “I’m sure that girl didn’t make it very far, if you’re not going to do something as simple as sucking my dick, we could always-”

“Fine! Fine!” Interjected Makoto. “This is for Owari.” She rationalized in her head, as she slowly started walking towards the sofa in the wall. The men in the balcony whistled and catcalled her all the while, while the women went back to their regularly scheduled servicing. After a few tortuous seconds, she finally got in front of Kaneshiro, just… staring at him.

“What are you waiting for?” Said the man, impatiently. “On your knees!”

Makoto looked down at his cock, she had never seen one in person before. It pointed towards her, rising and falling, like it was a breathing, living being, beckoning her. After a little bit of hesitation and heavy breathing, Makoto fell to one knee, the girl maintained eye contact with Kaneshiro’s member as she lowered her other knee, now sitting on them.

Now that she was face to face with it, she could fully smell its stench: A horrible odor overcame her senses, did he even wash it? “Want a guide, sweetie?” Said the man. Makoto looked up at him, completely lost. “Ugh, fine. Damn virgins...” Kaneshiro rolled his eyes and mouthed “Can you believe this shit?” to another man next to him. “Take your little kung-fu hand and stroke it first.”

Makoto unsurely raised her right hand, it hovered centimeters away from his penis, afraid to do anything else. With grave reluctance, she firmly grabbed the base of the mafioso’s dick.

“Goddammit! Softer! Softer!” Kaneshiro exclaimed in pain as some other patrons laughed at his misfortune. “Fuck, girl! You’re stronger than you look!”

“S-Sorry! Sorry!” She widened her eyes in shock, thankfully it seemed the man was willing to put up with her inexperience. She did as she was told and lightened her grip on it, followed by very subtle stroking, his foreskin slided up and down alongside Makoto’s movements.

“There we go, much better.” It wasn’t perfect, but at least now she wasn’t going to snap his dick in two. “Keep that up.”

“Impress him. Learn.” She heard a voice say.

“...Yes, sir.” Makoto unconsciously responded with respect, probably hardwired in her from dealing with so many authority figures in her life. Regardless, the sudden title excited Kaneshiro, and his penis reacted accordingly. “O-Oh! It’s… Growing?” The girl’s surprise would have been cute, had it been targeted towards her first boyfriend and not her new pimp. “Fascinating…”

“It’s a fucking dick, not a test tube you-” The man started to speak, but stopped when he noticed the schoolgirl’s scared reaction. He was going to swear at her, but the tender touch was so good that he didn’t bother. “...Nevermind. Use your mouth.”

“R-Right… I just have to...” Makoto started licking his prick, her tongue made it’s way up and down, up and down… At this point she had started to cope with the presence of the other people by simply ignoring them, the men had already went back to playing with their respective women and were paying little attention to her, after all. She peppered in a few quick rubs of the tip of her tongue, like if she was eating a delicious ice cream.

“Dammit, it’s not a fucking lollipop gir- Ah!” The man was interrupted by his own moan. Makoto’s little tongue had made it’s way to the head of his cock, and was now circling around the space between it and his foreskin, scooping up little pockets of smegma that had built up. It felt absolutely divine, something about her shy little licks and skillful execution flared up his libido. “Fuck…” The man muttered and looked up at the ceiling, he absolutely didn’t want to admit this virgin was making him feel this way.

Makoto eventually stopped and smacked her lips, taking time to swallow the man’s seed. “Hm…” She pondered. “It tastes kinda… Sweet?” She questioned, that didn’t make sense, wasn’t it supposed to be salty? “This could be a sign of-”

“I don’t give a shit, Jesus Christ!” The man interrupted, unimpressed by her brainy act. “Just keep going!”

“Yes, sir!” There it was again, where had all of her shame gone? She seemed more interested in studying how to do a proper blowjob than in her bad situation. Makoto decided to concentrate her efforts on the side of his penis, she pressed her lips against it for the first time and moved her head up and down, the unmistakable texture of hair strands pressed against her lips but Makoto soldiered through the sensation. She nibbled at the side of his shaft, giving soft licks every once in awhile, endlessly teasing the man.

“S-Stop it already, you brat!” Kaneshiro berated her impatiently. “Just suck me off already, I got shit to do!”

Makoto looked up at the man. “...Fine.” She said, it was almost sad for her, really, she found much fun in the foreplay, almost like… Like deep inside, she always wanted to do something like this. It was a brand new sensation, Sae always forced Makoto to be so engrossed in her studies or her student council president duties that she never found time to socialize with boys her own age, not like there ever was a shortage of suitors. Now here she was, her dainty little mouth that many of her classmates had fantasized about wrapped around the cock of a gang leader twice her age…

It was cathartic.

Makoto heeded the man’s orders and opened her mouth wide, she inserted the tip of his penis into her entrance, overly careful as to not touch it with her teeth. Slightly moving her head the girl started swirling her tongue around the head of his prick, circling around the outside. She was starting to get lost in the heat of the moment, her previous methodical movements were getting more and more erratic, her tongue danced around his dick as she tried to fit more and more of it into her mouth.

“I… I can’t…!” She thought, despite her best efforts, the man’s girth was too much for her virgin throat: Her gag reflex kicked in way too early for her to make any progress on his member. She tried and tried but the drop in quality of her blowjob became apparent to the man.

“Ugh, so sloppy…” Said Kaneshiro. He was still enjoying the moment, truth be told, but he hoped that his critique would flare up something in the girl.

“I can’t lose now!” She thought. Why not? She wasn’t going to gain anything from pleasuring this man, why did she care so much? Unsure of the answers to those questions herself, she panicked. “I have to think of something.” Closing her eyes to think, she noticed that her hands had been ignored this whole time. That’s it! If her mouth wasn’t working, her hands would pick up the slack.

Makoto’s mouth circled around the tip of his cock as her right hand went to work on it’s base, her hands were inactive for so long that they got outright chilly, the cold sensation made Kaneshiro squirm in his seat. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before, girl?” He questioned. Her hand maintained a steady pace as it made it’s way up and down the base of his cock. The girl got imaginative over time, and started putting movement in her wrist as she stroked his cock, her hand glided over his shaft effortlessly as she restarted the methodical pace she had earlier.

Tasting pre-cum in her mouth and feeling the dick in her hand start to pulsate, Makoto knew that the end was near. However, she decided to try one last maneuver: Her left hand started groping at Kaneshiro’s unattended balls. She was unsure if that area was even pleasurable but Kaneshiro’s grunts of approval hardened her resolve, her fingers danced around his ballsack as her mouth and hand’s pace reached its climax. Faster… Faster… Faster…

“Ugh! That’s fucking it!” Kaneshiro grabbed a hold of Makoto’s hair and pulled her back from his dick. He shooed her hand away from his phallus and started rapidly stroking it himself, taking aim straight at her face. “Take it you… angelic little whore!” Makoto closed her eyes in preparation of what would come next. With a grunt, Kaneshiro unloaded all of the pent up sexual tension from the past hour into the innocent face of the student council president, spurts upon spurts of sticky cum drenched Makoto’s face, some of them hit her eye, some of them hit her nose, all of them dripped down to her vest and tights. The smell of his semen was intoxicating and it overpowered all of her senses, breathing became difficult as she grunted and gasped in excitement. She subtly licked her lips, trying to taste as much as she could without looking like a whore, although it was probably way too late for that.

“Unf… Unf… Unf…” Kaneshiro’s heavy frame breathed in and out as he recovered from his intense orgasm. He looked down at Makoto and when their eyes met she could feel it, the intense glare he shot at her revealed his intentions to her, a smirk came across his face as the cogs in his head started to turn. At that moment, Kaneshiro laughed, a belly laugh that could be heard over the music overtook the balcony and pierced Makoto’s soul. His laughter brought the girl back down to reality.

The boss got up and adjusted his pants, buckling up his belt with no regard to the mess that was now in his underwear. He pulled the girl up by the arm forcefully, unlike when he didn’t lay a finger on her as she pleasured his dick. Kaneshiro started dragging Makoto, who was still disoriented from the smell of cum on her face, to the balcony. “You’re gonna be my golden goose.” He whispered into the girl’s ear. Reaching the railing of the balcony, the man raised his hand, the party came to a stop on command as the music died down and everyone attention turned to the boss and the semen-covered girl beside him, Makoto could tell people were snickering and commenting on her, even from this up above.

“Everyone! We have a brand new girl available as of tonight!” He proclaimed, modest cheers came from down below, new girls came and went on a monthly basis, no-one knew why she was special. “But that’s not all!” He raised his finger. “Not only is this one an excellent cocksucker, as you can plainly see…” Laughter came from Kaneshiro’s public, Makoto didn’t find it that funny. “...but this one’s also a brand new, unused, pure as the driven snow!” Now came the reaction Kaneshiro was expecting, virgins were rare to come by and their “recruitment” was often motive for partying within Kaneshiro’s little clique. “So gentlemen - or ladies if that’s your thing - make sure to get in contact soon! Same rules as always, highest bidder get to deflower the young…”

Makoto barely reacted to the announcement of her hymen being up for sale, it’s not like this was a surprising turn of events, after all. Still, the thought of some random person taking her virginity like that… She recalled her father reading her bedtime stories of princesses falling in love with their own prince charming, stories of true love conquering all… How would her father react to this?
Well, it didn’t matter. Her father was dead, and her life wasn’t a fairy tale.

“Name, you stupid shit.” The man snapped Makoto out of her trance, her eyelids shot open so quickly that some cum had snuck its way into the corner of her eye, making her recoil a bit.

“...N-Niijima, Makoto Niijima.” She replied, signing her name on the metaphorical dotted line and accepting her new role in life.

…

The doors to the Niijima apartment swung open.

“Where the hell have you been?!” Shouted Sae from the living room table. Makoto closed to door behind her, stopping the invasion of cold air. The room was almost pitch black, the only light source being the full moon visible through a nearby window, the howling of the wind only accentuated the awkward silence. “It’s the dead of night, Makoto!”

“...I was busy.” Was the only response the younger sibling could give, who did all she could to avoid eye contact with her sister. Her hands were crossed and held her arms, shielding her from the cold night. She carried her stained vest over her shoulder, try as she might she was just unable to wash off all the traces of Kaneshiro.

“Busy?! With what?!” The prosecutor rose from her chair, her breasts, protected only by a light camisole, bounced as she did so, Makoto tried hard to ignore it. “It’s almost one in the morning! I asked you to clean the dishes and take out the trash, what the hell was so important that you-”

She was interrupted by Makoto hurriedly marching towards her room, ignoring her sister all the way. “I’m not in the mood for this.” She thought. Her eyes stared straight ahead and, for the first time in maybe forever, she looked angry.

“Hey! Don’t walk away!” It was too late, the student council president had slammed the door behind her, locking it with a click. “Makoto! Makoto!” Sae forcefully knocked on the wooden door, demanding attention. “You can’t just hide in your room!” She shouted. After knocking her door a few more times she realized her attempts at conversation were futile, confusion and anger clouded her mind, as she slammed her fist with all of her might onto the wooden frame. “You’re useless!”

Inside the room, Makoto could hear the sounds of Sae storming off even through her crying and the fabric of her pillow. The tears that cascaded down her face only served to remind her of the cumshot she had received earlier, how ashamed she was… Ashamed of how good the experience felt. For the first time in her life, she felt free… But it she shouldn’t feel that way, should she?

“I did it for Owari… I did it for you, sis…” She rationalized to herself. Anguish from her conflicted emotions bubbled up from within her, the years of studies against her primal sensations, how she thinks she should feel against how she wants to feel. She recalled one of her previous thoughts:

“How would her father react to this?”

Looking for answers, she flipped through his old notebook. Tears fell from her face onto the pages that were already stained by time, she had already read through all of these passages before, there was no new information to be had here, no advice on what she should do, until…

“Hm?” An envelope fell from within the pages of the journal and it looked just as old. “That’s weird.” Thought Makoto. “I’ve already read through this multiple times and still…” The girl picked up the envelope, the texture definitely seemed similar enough to the book, she opened it and inside was a finely preserved letter, the handwriting was the exact same as her dad’s. She started reading it intently, maybe this was a sign from her late father, maybe he was trying to tell her what to do, maybe… “Oh my god.”

“My dear Niijima,

It’s me again! I’ve wanted to try writing to you this time, much more romantic don’t you think? Alright, the truth is that I don’t trust electronic correspondence with this sort of stuff, nor do I want to talk out loud over the phone. How are things? I realize that this is a very trying time for your family, but please don’t forget about me! Are Sae and Makoto dealing well with their mother’s condition? I mean, I understand you never wanted the younger one but please think of her feelings too, ok?
At the very least, we may be able to take that vacation to Inaba you always wanted.

Yours forever, Aki.
PS: I love you.”

Makoto dropped the letter, her hands trembled in midair, disbelief filling her mind. “What… What is this?!” She questioned to herself, the girl put her hands up to her head, trying to understand. Her crying from before only intensified, and as she looked on in anger at the letter on the ground, she noticed that wasn’t the only thing in the envelope: A photo of a naked woman, who she could only assume was Aki. “That… That…” She started sobbing uncontrollably, how could this be? What about everything else in the notebook? Were those all lies? This doesn’t make any sense…

She didn’t take some time to figure out what this all meant or how this was possible, Makoto’s mind was so clouded in anger that she jumped onto her bed, slamming her fists on the mattress as she screamed onto her pillow: “That piece of shit!” This was the first time she ever swore, pure, unadulterated rage filled her throat. “That son of a bitch! How could… How could he do this to mother?!” Her voice was an incomprehensible mess, a mixture of blown out vocal cords and crying. “He didn’t… He didn’t want me?!” Words echoed in her mind:

“You should be grateful we have a roof over our heads!”
“You’re useless!”
“You are not a skilled prosecutor like your sister, after all.”
“You’re useless!”
“I understand you never wanted the younger one…”
“YOU’RE USELESS!”

A loud, guttural scream came from Makoto, one her pillow could not soften, like a cry for help it echoed through the dark night, heard but unanswered. “Fuck it! Fuck everything!”

As if on cue, Makoto’s phone rang, indicating she had a new text. She struggled to read it through her teary eyes.

“We have a buyer.”

…

“Remember, he’s only here to fuck you. Kissing and licking is on the house for this occasion but if he tries anything else we’ll come in. Also, he specifically requested you come in your school uniform so maybe try to act all innocent or something.”

The instructions she was given bounced around in her head, the letter she found the previous night only strengthened her resolve. The room she was in was advertised as “sound-proof” but the club’s familiar techno music permeated the room. In it was a solitary king-sized bed, it’s white sheets were about the only thing that was well maintained in it, the red carpet was stained by inumerous substances and reeked of some unknown smell. She sat on the edge of the mattress which, to it’s credit, was very comfortable and seemed brand new, although she suspected this was only for this occasion. Like requested, Makoto arrived donning her school uniform, although her usual vest was still in the wash and she was told to not wear her tights because “Foreplay costs extra.” After around ten tense minutes of waiting for her “Trick”, the door handle turned and in came a very familiar face.

“H-Hello, Makoto.” Said the fat man the entered through the frame. Someone whispered to him from outside, out of the girl’s vision. “Y-Yes, I know… Thirty minutes…” He faced towards her again as the door was closed behind him. An awkward silence filled the room.

“...”

Makoto sighed and shook her head. “I’m not surprised, I suspected something was up with the school uniform stuff...” She laid her back on the bed, legs facing towards towards her client. “...But I’m still somewhat disappointed, Principal Kobayakawa.”

“I-I’m so sorry, Makoto…” The dean looked down at the ground, ashamed of himself, did he really not think this through? Oh well, she had planned how she was going to act through her entire restless night, she wasn’t letting it all go to waste because of a minor detail like this.

Turning her head, she looked quizzically at the sad man before her. “This is already taking too long…” She thought. Hoping to speed things up, she slowly raised her legs; revealing her white panties to the man. The movement caught the principal’s attention, but he still looked unsure of himself. “God…” Thought Makoto. “How come he’s more conflicted than me…?”

Kobayakawa shook his head. “I’m sorry… It’s just that-”

“Your thirty minutes, sir.” She interrupted. “Is this how Kaneshiro felt?” Makoto pushed her panties to the side, revealing to him his most expensive purchase. “I guarantee you that I asked for this, sir.” The honorifics probably weren’t making him feel better about this, but Makoto continued. “Now, your condom, if you would…” Her famous red eyes stared a hole right through the man’s skull, but Kobayakawa’s attention was directed entirely towards her virgin pussy, as intended.

“Y-Yes… Of course.” The man undid his belt and removed his pants, also taking off his comically oversized underwear in the process. Makoto analyzed his penis, hoping to see if she could find out a weak point like she did with Kaneshiro. His dick was… Not too bad, certainly smaller than her boss’ but cleaner as well, both of his heads were, thankfully, absent of hair. He struggled to open a medium-sized pack of condoms and wrapped it around his dick, giving it a more attractive form.

He climbed onto the bed where Makoto lied, her legs still up and inviting him to come in. Sitting on his knees, Kobayakawa stared at her pussy for what seemed like an eternity. The man clearly was having a crisis of faith like she had the night before, but it’s not like Makoto cared for his problems. After a while, he got close, the tip of his penis touched her lips but didn’t dare to come inside. He spent a little while rubbing the head of his dick on her labia, she appreciated the gesture but they were here for one reason and one reason only, besides, “foreplay costs extra”.

“Thirty minutes, sir-”

“I can’t do this!” He interrupted her. “I’m so sorry, Makoto!” The man started bawling his eyes out, his movements accidentally came close to almost penetrating her, so close.

“W-What?! Is this guy for real?” Thought Makoto. “Oh no, I didn’t come this far for this idiot to mess it up.” She was outright angry at this point, her resolve had been set hours ago and this was gonna put a stop to it? No, she wouldn’t let that happen. She had to prove it to Sae, to everyone, that she wasn’t useless, she was going to pay off Owari’s debt all by herself, goddammit.

“Sir! You have only…” She wrapped her toned legs around the man’s large waist. “...thirty…” She looked up at the man and he stared back, pure aggression overflowed her voice and mannerisms in a way that was almost sexy, she not only wanted this, she needed this. “...minutes!” Using all of her strength she pulled the man towards her with her legs, impaling herself on his dick. “Aaaaagh!” She howled a soul-piercing scream as she felt her professor’s prick tear through her hymen, the sensation was everything she wanted and then some, dirty pleasure mixed with self-flagellating pain tore through her heart and mind. Blood dripped from inside her vagina as she looked straight up at the ceiling with her eyes wide open in shock, Makoto tried to continue screaming but no sound would come out, all the girl managed to produce were tears.

Kobayakawa only gave a small grunt in the moment of insertion, whatever Makoto felt clearly wasn’t being shared. “M-Makoto…” He began to speak, he sounded disappointed in himself but he couldn’t hide the hints of lust in his voice. “Are… Are you alright?”

Makoto huffed and puffed in response, trying to make sense of the pain, waiting for it to subside as his cock sat still inside her, annoyingly… teasingly still. “Aaah… Aaah…” She finally regained her voice. “Al… Alright…?” Makoto looked down from the ceiling and back at the principal with her eyes, whose reddish color was only accentuated by her crying. She looked defiant, like she had just realized something important right at that moment. “I’m… I’m…” The student looked even more below, down to her pierced cunt. She took a moment to take in the visual: Her little pussy being invaded by this despicable man, little drips of blood… The depravity of it all reminded her of when she sucked off Kaneshiro, and how liberating that all felt…

Makoto looked back up at the man with her eyes only, the girl’s head still facing their lower bodies. “I’m doing fantastic.” She lifted her head, staring deep into the man’s eyes. The pain had subsided… All that remained was anger and lust. She gave him a cocky laugh, almost mocking in tone. “Hahaha… Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Sir.”

“Aah!” Kobayakawa was caught off guard by her response, never in a million years would he have believed the perfect student council president would be acting this way. Tired of waiting for the lethargic old man, Makoto started grinding the insides of her walls on his dick by herself, soliciting him to pick up the pace. “I-I’m so sorry for this Mako-”

“Sir.” She interrupted. The title was intentionally sarcastic at this point, intended to remind him of his position. Makoto gasped at the pleasure that came from his rhythmic thrusts before continuing. “With all…gasp…all due respect...please shut up.” Her request elicited a groan from the principal, although he seemed to heed to it. “Just…pant...just shut up and fuck me, like you always wanted.”

“W-What?!” The fat man exclaimed, although he didn’t stop his advances. “I never…”

“Ha...hahaha!” She laughed mockingly. “Are you actually going to deny it, Sir? Even after breaking me… Taking away my most precious thing… You’ll deny it?” She gave the man a coy smile. “You’ll deny that you stared at my ass as I left your room, sir? You’ll deny that you conveniently called me into your room during gym class, so you could see your favorite student all sweaty, Sir?” Her taunting words made the principal fasten his pace. “You’ll pretend you didn’t beat your cock under your table while we talked, Sir?” Kobayakawa’s response to this got a giggle out of her. “Haha… Admit it...” Makoto was fondling her own breasts as the professor held her hips in place, assisted by her leglock that was still being applied.

“Admit that you’ve dreamed about this… admit that all you ever wanted in life was to get up from that little table of yours… bend me over it and rape my cunt! Rape me like Kaneshiro destroyed Ann’s life!”

His pace reached peak velocity, gasps and slutty moans came out of the once dignified student. When not doing those things, Makoto laughed, a laugh that reverberated through the room, she cackled at the joy of being set free from her daily life, at the awakening of her rebel soul. Still, it was possible to detect maybe a hint of sadness in her roaring… Maybe it was her old self, lamenting its own death.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be gone soon enough.”

“Come on, faster! Move those hips!” She ordered, wasn’t she the one supposed to be abused here? A guard outside the “soundproof room” wondered. Makoto held onto the bed frame, assisting the unagile man with thrusts of her own. It felt incredible, but the girl felt it could feel even better if she just...

“Makoto!” Exclaimed the principal in between his own sounds of pleasure. “What… What happened to you?”

This question pissed Makoto off to no end, she glared one of her famous glares at him. What happened to her? What the fuck does that mean, what happened to her? How dare he treat her like she fell from grace while his dick ripped her purity apart?

Makoto grabbed the man by his head with both of her hands and pulled him close. “Hold my legs, now.” With her limited knowledge she knew they were in a missionary position, usually reserved for loving couples, Makoto would rather use it to have a little heart-to-heart with her principal.

“Look at me.” She demanded, but Kobayakawa averted his gaze from hers. Makoto responded by tightening her grip around his waist, driving his cock deeper within her. “I said, look at me, you piece of shit.” Scared for his own well-being, the professor looked deep within the red eyes of his student: They emitted hatred, just… hatred. Not only at him, but at everything. Those were the eyes that usually would be reserved for someone who had survived the horrors of war… Who had seen their family die… The kind of eyes that detested life itself.

“What happened to me…? You want to know what happened to me?!” Makoto gasped at her own strength, her forcefull pulls were testing both of their endurances. “First… My perverted teacher sent me to investigate a gang all by myself… Because the coward was a afraid he’d get fired for being fucking awful at his job…”

“M-Makoto-”

“Let it all out.”

“Shut up, fuck me and don’t interrupt, you son of a bitch.” She cut him off. This wasn’t about him, this was her moment. “Then... my cunt of a sister refuses to...puff...refuses to see how I feel... Probably forgot what love is from taking her superintendent’s cock in her ass for so long.” It was a weird feeling, Makoto finally felt free to talk about her feelings but… She managed to take a swing at her own heart when she talked about her sister.

“And.. and and and… then… I find out that my father was too busy fucking over my mom’s grave to give a shit about us.” She recalled back to the letter she found, the origin point of her anger. Makoto reminded herself of the pain written in black ink.

“So… That’s what happened to me, Sir.” Her monologue ended on an awkward silence, other than the sound of wet meat slapping on itself, of course. “Agh… After all that you didn’t even slow down…?”

“...”

“You must be a fucked up kind of person to continue after what I just told you… But that’s fine...” Makoto fell back down to the comfortable mattress, all of her limbs went limp as she just let Kobayakawa’s prick work its way into her. “...I’m pretty fucked up too.” Her anger dwindled after her rant, being replaced by a sense of apathy, nothing mattered anymore. So what if she was whoring herself out to her own teacher, who gave a shit about her, anyway? Her sister didn’t need her… Her father didn’t want her…

Father…

“Dad… Hahaha…” Makoto’s mood swung from angry to maniacally happy again. She retook her laughter at the ceiling.

“Oh gods… What is it now?!” Kobayakawa asked, regretting having took those enhancement pills and wishing this experience would just end.

“Hahahaha! Look at me!” She screamed at the lights. “Fucking look at me!” It took Kobayakawa a moment to realize she wasn’t talking to him. “Look at me, father! Aren’t you proud of your little daughter?!” This was it, her rants turned into insane ramblings with people from the afterlife. “I know- I know I’m not as perfect as Sae but, but, but but but but, I think… I think I turned out to be quite good at this!” She turned her manic stare at Kobayakawa. “Tell him! Tell my father about how good of a whore I am!”

“She’s- She’s excellent!” This whole situations was more than he bargained for, Kobayakawa knew he was fucked up every time he imagined fucking the young Makoto but this? “Her hole’s as good as I imagined!”

“Hahahaha! See! I’m not useless! I’m not fucking useless!” The frenzied pace of the couple was now out of control, Makoto slammed herself onto his dick so hard that it actually started to leave marks on both of them. “I found out what I was supposed to be all along! I’m a slut, a whore, a prostitute! A set of holes on a pretty face, that’s all I’m fucking good for!” She shouted her confession for the entire world to hear.

The rapid fire thrust slowed down, as Makoto got ready for the finale. “Fuck studying…” Thrust. “Fuck my sister…” Thrust. “Fuck my father…” Thrust. “And most importantly… Fuck!” Thrust. “My!” Thrust. “Cuuuuunt~!”

With another soul-piercing scream from Makoto, both of them orgasmed in an explosion of pleasure. Kobayakawa was also grunting and making noise but his voice was overpowered by the girl’s wails. Makoto started convulsing on the bed, her senses overwhelmed by the thrill of fulfilling her duty as a prostitute… as just another worthless whore.

They stayed connected for a while, at least until Kobayakawa could collect himself enough to remove his dick from inside her used pussy. The condom filled up to the brim with his thick sperm.

“Give me! Give me it!” She commanded, the principal was quick to remove the condom, hand it over to Makoto and get up from the bed, dressing himself up even quicker with no regard to the fact his pants were now stained by their jizz. Kobayakawa buckled his belt and powerwalked towards the door, afraid for his own life.

“Hey! Sir!” She called to him. Curiosity prevailed over his own self-preservation and he took a glance back at the bitch he once knew as his student. “Just thought you should know, your dick juice smells and tastes like rotten garbage!” She said as she dumped the contents of the condom into her mouth, taking good time to chew it as she stared into the professor’s eyes, with an exaggerated gulp she swallowed the sticky cum down her throat in one go. Makoto opened up her mouth to show her client that it was no trick, indeed, she was a cum-drinking whore as advertised.

“Please, come again!” She shouted at the man who left, tilting her head and giving a double peace sign to nothing in particular.

…

“Ho-ly shit.” Said the wide-eyed Kaneshiro. “What… What happened in there?” The man couldn’t believe what he saw through the hidden camera footage, Makoto’s breakdown was taped and displayed on a TV next door for everyone inside to see. She didn’t seem to care however, as, with the help of a nearby mirror, she nonchalantly fixed up her hair and headband which had fallen off during her intense episode.

“Are you complaining?” She stared deeply into her own eyes, appreciating the new girl, no, the new woman that she had grown into.

“Absolutely not!” Her boss cracked open a toothy smile. “Keep up that intensity and you’ll pay off your debt in no time.” Makoto scowled surreptitiously at his statement, maybe she didn’t want to pay off her debt, maybe she didn’t want to stop.

Regardless, the student turned back to face the man once she was finished pretending she was a normal girl just fixing her hair. “Well then, I believe I must be goi-”

“Hey, hey, hey! Not yet!” He interrupted and put a hand on her shoulder, with his other hand reaching deep into his pocket. “This is your cut.” He said as she handed her....

“T-This is…!” A fat stack of money, wrapped around in a rubber band. “This is my percentage?!” It was more money than Makoto ever received in her entire life, Sae had never given her an allowance nor let her take on a paid job, the student found herself dependant on her sister at all times…

“Yeah, yeah, but this is a one time deal, you shit kid.” Kaneshiro couldn’t help but grin at the girl’s naivete, her cut was but a very small fraction of what her virginity was sold for. She seemed so ecstatic at being undervalued, perhaps it was only fitting. “Come on, you’re going up to the club to celebrate.”
Only now did Makoto remember they were many levels below the nightclub, her mind started to pick up the repetitive electronic music again, after treating it as white noise. “I’d love to, but my sister…” The girl stopped when she noticed Kaneshiro’s raised eyebrow. “Right…” She thought with a shake of her head. “Fuck my sister, let’s go.”

…

The altitude of the balcony did nothing to dampen the sound of the house music below, Makoto only observed from the railing, fancy drink in hand. It was her first time being able to appreciate the view without a facefull of cum. Bright lights blinded her constantly for her curiosity as she took a sip of her acidic drink, she was planning on saving her first taste of alcohol for when she turned 20 but the importance you give to these simple things start to change after whoring yourself out to your principal. She watched the people dancing, men and women of all races grinded on each other on rhythm with the beat, laughing and reveling in their debauchery.

Many attractive young partygoers approached Makoto, trying to get a taste of the weird schoolgirl, she humored some of them but mostly kept to herself. Looking onto the dance floor below made her feel a sense of longing, a desire to fit in… To belong somewhere like them, alas, this new Makoto was as bad with crowds as the old one.

Unconsciously, Makoto started bobbing her head to a particularly catchy track as she put down her finished cocktail. The girl closed her eyes and imagined herself on the floor below, her feet tapped on the ground, the alcohol made her whole body feel light. The energy on her feet quickly started to transfer up to her legs and hips, her hands firmly grasped the railing, as if she was afraid she’d fall. After recollecting about the liberating events that took her here, Makoto started to take equally more liberal movements with her dancing as she distanced herself from the edge of the balcony, her hands floated around her body in not any particular style, she just put her trust on the beat and danced her own way. Her hips swung side to side, accidently giving everyone a show of her bare legs under her skirt, its sway allowed the audience to take ganders at her round ass. Her eyes were still closed as she put her hands above her head but she could definitely feel the attention she was getting, light murmurs wondered if that was really the same girl who had given her first blowjob a day ago. Makoto danced with the others for a long time, her movements teased and aroused the patrons, whom she had no problem letting cop a feel which she did in kind, including a woman she could swear was wearing something down there. She gave a sly smile to Kaneshiro, who was sitting at the same spot as yesterday, knowing full well that she’s giving him the best free damn advertisement of all time. Like usual, however, her happiness would not last...

“Let go of me right now! Do you have any idea who I am?!”

Makoto froze dead in her tracks, which also drew the attention of the gathered crowd to the voice. “T-That…”

“Shut up, bitch! The boss ‘ll decide what to do with you.”

“Oh no. Not here, not now..” Makoto thought, she considered her means of escape. The commotion was coming from the stairs, so that’s out. The balcony? Probably too high. The window? Maybe there was a fire esca-

Too late. In through the entryway came a familiar wannabe greaser, and with him, hands restrained behind her, was her sister, District Prosecutor Sae Niijima.

“Makoto!” Sae’s attention snapped to her sister as she entered the room. It seems like Sae’s jacket had fallen in the struggle, her black shirt hugged her plump breasts tightly for all to see. Makoto got everyone in the mood all by herself and her sister had to come in to steal the glory, typical. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Are you OK? Did they harm you?” Her older sister’s vision went down to her bare legs, now slightly damp from all of her dancing. “What happened to your tights?!” She now turned her attention to Kaneshiro, the obvious leader of the room, her eyes emitted pure rage, not unlike the cruelty Makoto had shown earlier. “I swear, if you even did so much as lay a finger on her...!” The prosecutor struggled in her bodage, which prompted the man behind her to hold her down and force her to her knees.

“Pshh… As if.” Kaneshiro scoffed at the suggestion. “She’s the one who-”

“I came here willingly.” Makoto interrupted calmly, eliciting a look of surprise from Sae. “...How did you find me?

Sae furrowed her brow. “I little birdie told me.” She responded.

“Kobayakawa, of course.” Thought Makoto, bringing her fingers together at the bridge of her nose. “I wonder if he mentioned the part where he fucked me? Coward.” The younger sibling started to take slow, methodical steps towards her sister, maintaining eye contact all the way.

“I’m not sure why you decided to involve yourself with this scum…” Sae looked at everyone in the room with disgust, which they turned right back at her. “...but I’m sure you have a good reason.” Makoto was getting close now, the girl looked down in disdain at her sister as she approached, much like one would look down on a bug. Makoto felt like she finally found a place to belong, a place where people accepted her, she had been so much happier this past hour than she had in the last four years of her miserable adolescence. The girl finally realized that her teenage years were stolen by this... bitch, this bitch she thought she loved, and now she wanted to do it again. No, not anymore.

“So, unless everyone in this room feels like spending some quality time in jail, I suggest you untie me right this instant and-”

SLAP

The sound was heard loud and clear through the room, even through the loud music. It was then predictably filled with gasps, “ooh”s and “aah”s. Kaneshiro put his fingers up to his chin. “Never a dull moment with this girl, huh.”

“W-What…?” Sae took a moment to comprehend what had even happened, from her point of view the attack had come out of nowhere. There was no one but Makoto in sight, surely she wasn’t the one who did it… Right? “Makoto, what the hell-”

SLAP

Another one, on the other cheek and harder than the last. Sae’s right cheek went red from Makoto’s backhand. Instead of shock the room reacted in cheers and laughter, enjoying the torment of this woman who had come to ruin their fun.

She jerked her head back towards her sister, there was no doubt about who hit her now. The younger sister continued to look down upon her elder, but now a sheepish smile had come across her face, the joy of catharsis ran through her body. Sae’s angry expression turned into fear, she had never seen her sister like this. “Mako-”

SLAP

She was just toying with her now, the younger sister got more and more bold as she realized Sae was absolutely helpless, there was nothing she could do, she knew her foolish sister well enough to know Sae was too damn prideful to come with help, she’s the perfect one, after all…

“I’ll do it harder every time you open your mouth, you know.” Makoto went down to one knee and tilted her head to its side, matching Sae’s eye level. “How about you shut up and listen for once?” Sae looked conflicted, fear and uncertainty clouded her mind, a few involuntary tears slid down her red cheek, a byproduct of the stinging sensation. Makoto had never seen this side of her sister, either, and it was fantastic. “These are my friends.” She said, looking around the room. “My only friends, in fact. You made me push away all the others.” Makoto held up her sister’s chin, forcing her to look directly into her own eyes. “They didn’t hurt me at all. All they did was show me what was missing in my life. Who I truly am.” She gave Sae a coy smile, aware of the bombshell she was going to drop on her sister. “All that studying, all that preparation you made me go through, you know what it all lead up to?” Makoto had emphasized the ‘you’ with a particularly disdainful tone, she got up close to her sister, their lips almost touching as she stared into her soul. “I let my principal fuck me for few bucks, and I loved every second of it.” Capping it all off, Makoto kissed Sae on the forehead, mimicking how she used to put her to bed when she was younger.

“What?!” Sae couldn’t help but exclaim. She immediately recoiled in fear after realizing she spoke, but the slap never came, Makoto was enjoying her reaction way too keep up that little rule. After realizing she was safe-ish, Sae continued, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Y-You… Did what?! Kobayakawa?!” Sae shook her head in disbelief, that motherfucker had the balls to tell her where her sister was but not his full involvement? She remained quiet for a while longer, unsure what to say, unsure what Makoto expected her to say. “You…” Extreme shame and disappointment washed over Sae’s face, what had her sister become? Was she really at fault for this? “...What would father say?”

The room went completely silent, Makoto’s gleeful expression gradually descended into a scowl, like she remembered why she hated her sister in the first place. “Oh… Father?” Makoto got up to her feet, now ominously towering over her sister. “You mean the same one that took this?” Makoto took out a polaroid from her breast pocket, she had kept the reason for her transformation close to her heart ever since she found it. She showed it off, to her sister, dangling it in front of her face mockingly. Makoto expected it to shatter Sae’s world but she just looked confused.

“Y-Yes? What the hell does that have to do with any-”

SLAP

“So you knew?! You knew this whole time?!” Makoto herself was now shocked, why had this been kept a secret from her?! Hidden away in an envelope inside her father’s diary?

Sae took a moment to recover from the slap, even more confusion than before dominated her thoughts, was there a mistake? It’s like they were looking at two entirely different pictures. “M-Makoto… You’re not making any sense!”

“Shut up!” Makoto shouted, tears went down Makoto’s enraged face.

SLAP

“And what about that letter? Huh?!” Makoto got up into Sae’s face, her screaming now out of control.

“What about it?! Makoto, I don’t understa-” She was interrupted by a shout from her sister.

SLAP

“Stop it! Just stop...”

SLAP

“Lying…”

SLAP
“To me!” Makoto finished up her assault with a whack that was more like a blow to the side of her sister’s head. Finally, Sae went down to the ground, making a hard landing on her shoulder, even still, it seemed like Makoto was holding back her real strength for some reason. “You’re broken, but don’t worry, I have an idea on how to fix you.”

“M-Makoto… Sis…” Sae tried with all of her might to remain conscious, her vision blurred and oscillated, but she managed to make out Makoto turning her back and walking towards another nearby woman. “You... you’ve gone mad…”

“I need this.” Makoto nonchalantly reached out under the woman’s skirt, the same woman she had fondled during her dance before, tearing out her black strap-on from its tethers. No, she couldn’t… She wouldn’t...

The prosecutor was still dizzy from her beating and the plastic handcuffs she was tied in refused to give her an inch. She could maybe have tried to get up and run away, do anything to stop this, but a nagging voice in the back of her head convinced her that was a bad idea. Sae watched on in abject horror as Makoto approached, twirling her instrument in one hand. The older sister was dragged to her feet by her hair, giving Makoto a chance to whisper in her ear. “This is for your own good, trust me. No one should have to live a sad life like yours.”

Makoto kept yanking her sister by the hair, her feet creeped behind her as she was lead to the railing that overlooked the larger club area, giving the siblings a nice view of the debauchery below. “Look at them.” Said Makoto. “Look at all of these people living their lives, not a care in the world, swimming with the tide, not against it…”

“That’s not...cough...That’s not how life works…” Sae responded, it was true that she had always felt pressured to work all the time since their dad passed away, but all she did was out of love for Makoto, how did she not see this?

“Says who, you?” Makoto replied as she made her way towards her sister’s back. “You hate your life and you hate me, so you bury yourself in your work so you can forget it all. Not only that, but you even tried to push that lifestyle on me. What the fuck do you know about ‘life’?” Click.

“That’s… That’s not true!” Sae found the strength in her for a comeback after hearing those accusations. “All I did, I did for you!” She tried to look at Makoto but she was being forced to bend her body over the railing, sticking her ass up in the air. “I worked so you didn’t have to!” Click. “I… I forced you to study and kept you away from bad influences especially so you wouldn’t turn out… Like this!” Click.

“Huh, and how did that work out?” Letting that question linger in the air, Makoto pulled down Sae’s pants, showcasing off her huge butt to the audience of eager spectators.

“Makoto… Please, don’t do this…” Tears began to form as she realized her pleas were futile, whatever remnant of her old sister was long gone, replace by this creature of wrath and lust. “I was too late...” She admitted to herself. “Maybe if I had paid more attention to her, maybe…”

The younger sister pushed Sae’s panties to the side, getting an ample view of her entrance. “Sis… Are you wet?” Makoto asked, she wasn’t, but she knew that it would eat away at Sae’s soul if she thought she was. She pressed the tip of her dildo on her sister’s pussy lips, teasingly circling around it. “Hey sis, I’ve always wanted to tell you this…” Makoto took a hold of Sae’s hips and leaned in, lowering her voice to a soothing tone. “I love you.”

The insertion was fast and extremely painful, Makoto made a point to go as deep as she could from moment zero, denying her sister any chance of being eased into the act.

The prosecutor let out an intense scream, which called the attention of many partygoers below. “Fuck! Fuck!” It was not in Sae’s nature to swear, but Makoto’s first thrust with her plastic dick already went deeper than any man had ever gone in the past 30 years. As if the pain of being raped by her own sister wasn’t enough, the older woman found herself as the star of the show, being watched by all possible angles.

Makoto continued with the violent assault on her pussy and her pace was unrelenting, certainly way faster than in her own sexual experience. The younger sister found it her mission to hurt the other, punctuating her thrusts with powerful slaps to her big ass. “Come on, you frigid bitch! Move your hips some more!” Makoto used Sae’s own hips for momentum as she spiked her with the fake prick, drawing out cries of pain from her sister. “Have a little fun, for once!”

While mad lust consumed Makoto’s mind, the older sister was having a conflict of her own, her mind swirled with conflicting emotions: Anger, sadness… Desire. “No… No… This isn’t happening.” Sae thought. Her body had its natural reaction to her pussy being torn apart, moisture started to facilitate the prick’s attack, enabling it to go to town even faster. This didn’t go unnoticed by the younger sister.

“Hahaha! You’re wet! You’re actually wet!” Makoto let out a hearty chuckle, this was just too rich. “Are you getting off on being raped by your own sister, you fucking degenerate?!” She grabbed the older sister by her hair, tugging at it to facilitate her own depraved acts. “Look at them! Look at your audience!” The men and women downstairs cheered as the privileged few at the top took this opportunity to form a semicircle around the girls, covering them from every angle. “Why don’t you give them a show?” Makoto shouted and, with primal force, ripped open her sister’s shirt with her free hand, pulling down her bra in the process, exposing her bare breasts for all to see.

“I… I’m not… I can’t…!” Sae was unable to form a cohesive phrase. “Agh!” Her eyes opened wide after a jolt of pain passed through her head. “What the hell is this? W-Why am I feeling like this?” The woman asked herself when she realized her body betrayed her, wetness dripped from her vagina down to her thighs.

“Maybe you should have paid more attention to her.”

“W-What?” Sae said aloud, although it seemed like there was no one talking to her. “Who is this?”

“I’m you, of course.” Her own voice echoed through her head, but that couldn’t be… Those were not her thoughts, it was as if two different people were battling for dominance in her mind. “Why are you still fighting back? Can’t you see what ‘sis’ really feels? Are you really that ignorant as to her facade?”

“W-What are you talking about- Ack!” Sae’s voice was interrupted by a fierce slap onto her backside from Makoto, the prosecutor’s tits bounced around with each thrust of the girl’s weapon.

“Why do you reject her love?”

“L-Love? This...pant...is love?” The prosecutor was no stranger to her sister’s abnormal affection to her, she had chalked it up to the girl having grown up without a father figure but… this? This is how she really felt? “Ack!” Another sharp pain in her head, this time stronger and more persistent. “M-My head!” Tears began to flow down Sae’s cheeks, her mind and cunt were both being attacked. “Get… Get out of my head!” She shouted at no-one in particular.

Makoto grinned, finally. She looked around her, the crowd of men that had gathered had fished out their huge cocks and stroked them impatiently, the intoxicating smell of manhood just served to motivate the girl’s rape. “How does it feel, sis? How does it feel, getting the best fucking of your life at the hands of your baby sister?”

“I… It is...” Sae shook her head. “No! I hate it! This… I will not give in!” She exclaimed defiantly. “Makoto, please wake up- Ack!” As if on sync, Makoto impaled her prick on Sae at the same time as another wave of pain hit her head. For a while she was able to say her mind was resisting her body’s natural urges, but now she wasn’t so sure.

“Give in, you proud slut! Tell her how much you love it! Tell your dear sister!”

“Fucking dammit!” Shouted Makoto. “Tell me what you want!”

“I want… I want my sister back!” Sae responded, the woman, to her credit, had the endurance of stone.

“Your sister is dead!” The younger one replied. “Join her then! Accept her love!” Makoto took a look around the room. “Or would you rather be raped by everyone in this room? Is that what you want? To have your holes stuffed with dick, you goddamn whore?!”

“N-No!” The concept of all these brutish men overpowering her was terrifying, their dicks stood in attention, just waiting for an opportunity to get some action of their own. Kaneshiro kept everyone at bay however, not wanting to ruin the show. “I… want…!” Her crotch was on fire, gone ablaze from having been stabbed in its g-spot for what seemed like an eternity. “I want you, Makoto!”

“What was that?” Makoto teased, finally getting the answer she was waiting for.

“Aaaah~!” Sae yelped. “I want you! I want you to bury your fucking cock in me! Let me atone for being a horrible sister!” Something in the older sister’s mind had broken, she wasn’t sure what had caused such a drastic change in herself, but like Makoto said earlier, she started to just go with the flow. “I don’t want their filthy dicks! I want… I want my sister to use me as stress toy! P-Please, Makoto…” Her head was raised high, and she screamed for the world to listen. “Forgive me! Forgive me for being such an ignorant bitch, forgive me for...unf...making you deny who you are! Forgive me for denying your love!”

Makoto’s thrust reached terminal velocity with her sister’s confessions. This was all she wanted to hear. Sae spasmed violently in place, her cunt shivered around her sister’s fake cock, pre-cum slid down it.

“That’s a good bitch, I’m glad I’ve helped you find a place to belong.”

“I-I’m cumming~! I’m cumming from being raped by my fucking sister!” Finally, mercifully, Sae reached her climax, the sensations of a psychedelic orgasm washed through her, her cum squirted down to the ground, absolutely soaking it. “Aahahahaha~!” A big smile came across her face, maybe because of the orgasm, or maybe because she had finally found her purpose in life: Loving her little sister, and being loved in return.

Spent, both sisters collapsed to the floor, taking a moment of respite against the railing. Makoto hugged her older sister from the side, her wet strapon had hit the ground with a clunk and tears cascaded down both of their faces. “I’m… I’m so glad you’re with me, sis…” She whispered in her ear. “Now please… Never leave me alone ever again…”

“N-Never…” Sae responded, planting a wet kiss on her sister’s lips. Strands of saliva still connected them as they drifted apart. “I love you, Makoto.”

“I love you too, sis…” The girl responded, after their tender little moment her attention went back to the hordes of men, stroking their gigantic cocks. “Now that you’re fixed…” Makoto removed her dildo and brought two fingers to her sister’s pussy lips, opening them invitingly. “I’ve still got a debt to pay, and you’re going to help me…”

Kaneshiro looked on as countless men, of all ages and sizes, formed a line to get a taste of the siblings. He would usually charge for this but another gorgeous lady falling into his lap put the man in a good mood. He looked down at the torn polaroid on the ground, the object that supposedly caused all of this. Picking up the pieces and putting them together revealed an image of a happy family: A mother, a father and two sisters, whom he assumed to be the same ones being stuffed full of cocks at the moment, smiled at the camera.

…

“Ah~!” Makoto yelped as the boy thrusted his dick into her, her arms and legs had been chained to the wall, so that her pussy was in full display. Beside her was a sign with an obnoxiously large arrow pointed towards her, with price listings for the use of each of her body parts. “T-Thank you for choosing me, sir!”

“God. Shut up, Niijima!” The blond kid said impatiently. “You’re not student council president anymore. You were expelled like, two months ago!” He continued his thrusts onto her, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Your job now is to be a good whore and take… my… dick!” Semen erupted from the man’s shaft, Makoto shivered as she felt his hot cum fill up her insides.

“S-Sorry! I’m sorry for being a dumb cunt!” She exclaimed, the other high-schooler had already adjusted his pants and was heading out the door, clearly already accustomed to this. “Please tell everyone at school about me! Tell them they can rape their council president for just-” The door slammed shut.

Outside, he found his friend looking nonchalantly at her phone. “Jeez, Akira. You’re already done?” He asked.

“You’re the one who always takes forever, Ryuji.” The girl’s appearance was pristine, especially for someone who apparently had just fucked a prostitute. Storing away her smartphone in her bag. “I think mine’s breaking, though.”

Ryuji took a peek at the slightly open door beside her. Inside was Sae Niijima, lying face down on the bed, her cunt was absolutely wrecked and leaked what seemed to be an endless stream of white liquid, the distinct smell of cum oozed out of the room. The boy could also see countless sex toys scattered around the room: Strapons, vibrators, whips, handcuffs…

“F-For real, you’re scary, Akira.” He said.

“Mmhm. Let’s go.”

…

“So you’re telling me it worked again?”

“Yes, sir. Just like with that Takamaki girl, no traces of the sisters’ old identities remain.”

“Fascinating, in your report you say you managed to do a new trick…”

“Yes, I’ve discovered that I’m not only able to implant thoughts, I can change how people perceive reality in that other world as well. The photo and the letter, for instance.”

“Out of curiosity, what was actually written in the letter?”

“Some oversentimental garbage.”

“Incredible, if we can master this… ‘Cognitive Psience’, we’ll be able to control people’s hearts at will.”

“Indeed. Usually, I’m only able to draw out a person’s natural instincts that reside deep within, but if we can manipulate their cognition of things in the real world… Well, we shall see in due time. What do we do about the siblings?”

“Leave the younger one to rot, she’s useless to us. Buy the prosecutor, she’ll have her own role to play in your next assignment.”

“Oh? You have someone else in mind already?”

“Yes, and this one is actually important, so don’t fuck this up. She’ll provide us with the capital we need if we wish to succeed, take a look at this file...”

“Hmm. ‘Haru Okumura, heir of Okumura Foods’... I see.”

…

“My dear Makoto,

Hey there! I know this is weird, but I told Sae to give you this letter once you turned 14. I’ll be frank, I’ve written this letter because I fear I have gotten in the way of some bad people; so I wanted to give you something to remember me by should something happen. How are things? I realize that if you are reading this, it is a very trying time for our family, but please don’t despair! Is your sister still trying to work behind our backs to help? If I know Sae well she’s probably being very confrontational at the moment, but please think of her feelings too, ok? Everything she does is out of love for you.
Once mom recovers, I’m sure she’ll be glad to take you girls to Inaba like she always wanted.

Yours forever, Riku Niijima.
PS: I love you.”
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