Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Rape (Foreplay):

Author’s Note: When I woke up and was searching for fap material, I was shocked to see my work on the daily rankings—so much so that I thought I must be dreaming.  

Thank you very much for appreciating such a niche expression of my sexual preferences.  

Now then, this time’s developments might feel a bit sudden.  

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◆◆◆◆ Perspective shift—Rin’s POV.  

  

Having ejaculated several times in a row like a rutting monkey, Rin had finally calmed down completely and was now deep in post-nut clarity. The sight of the academy’s so-called heroine—a beautiful girl—teary-eyed and cleaning up the semen splattered all over the private stall was filled with an indescribable sense of depravity.  

Checking the time on her phone, she saw that over 20 minutes had already passed since class started. That said, when she had begun masturbating, it was still early enough that someone could’ve reasonably rushed into the restroom. Even though she had muffled her mouth with a handkerchief, her moans must have leaked out quite a bit. If anyone had heard her, things could have gotten very bad.  

All traces of her earlier lewd thoughts had vanished, leaving only regret swirling in Rin’s mind.  

(What have I done…?!)  

Of course, she felt guilty toward her friends, but more than anything, she was furious at her own recklessness. Until now, Rin had gone to excessive lengths to hide the fact that she was a futanari. She had sacrificed many memories for it.  

And yet, today, she had lost control, unable to resist the surge of lust. She was deeply ashamed of herself for undoing all her efforts in one reckless act.  

Still trapped in self-loathing, Rin quickly cleaned up the disastrous state of the stall with toilet paper, then headed to the nurse’s office to establish an alibi.  

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Since class had already started, I made sure to walk as quietly as possible until I reached the nurse’s office. I was nervous the whole way, afraid I might run into someone, but fortunately, I didn’t encounter any tardy students.  

“…I’ve become a regular here, huh…”  

For most well-behaved, ordinary students, this wasn’t a place they’d visit often. But I had been coming here with alarming frequency.  

Feeling even more dejected, I reached for the door.  

“Hmm? Skipping again, Rin-chan?”  

“Eek?!”  

A sweet voice whispered right by my ear, making me jerk forward slightly before whipping around in surprise.  

“‘Eek’? Hehe, what a cute reaction, Rin-chan.”  

Standing there was an intelligent-looking woman in a white lab coat, giggling to herself. I narrowed my eyes slightly and shot her a reproachful look, but it had no effect—if anything, her smile only deepened.  

Yuki Kaede, the school physician of Yosou Academy. A teacher in her late twenties, she had slightly pale black hair tied in a side ponytail and a striking beauty mark under her left eye. Her figure was undeniably curvaceous, and her overwhelming (apparent) sensuality made the nurse’s office a lively place—though if not for the ring on her left ring finger, she’d probably be even more popular.  

That said, she was also a skilled conversationalist who gave proper counseling and provided emotional support through friendly chats.  

As for me, I’d relied on her help more than a few times to skip swimming or physical exams. Of course, I never told her about being a futanari. But she was sharp—she might have already guessed I had some kind of physical complex.  

“If word got out that I was being this mean to the academy’s ‘big sister,’ I’d probably get bullied by all your fangirls, huh?”  

“Please stop calling me that.”  

“Ehh? I think it suits you, though~ If I were your junior, I’d probably be chasing after you too.”  

“There’s no way you of all people would do that…”  

Fortunately, many students admired me. That in itself was a good thing, but occasionally, some took it too far—saying things like that or even harassing my friends. More than anything, it was embarrassing.  

But putting that aside—  

“Anyway, I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. May I rest here for a bit?”  

“Okaay, sure~”  

With just that, she hummed cheerfully and guided me to a bed. This was why, despite her overly familiar attitude, it was hard to dislike her—she never pried too deeply.  

“But this is unusual. Skipping a class that isn’t P.E.?”  

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah…”  

I gave a vague reply and started to slip into bed when—  

“Could it be… did you just have your first wet dream?”

Pishi— I could almost hear the air freeze. When I turned around with a creak like a rusted tin can, Yuki-sensei was still wearing her usual inscrutable smile.  

“W-why… No, what are you… talking about…?”  

My voice trembled pathetically as I forced the words out after a pause. Seeing this, Yuki-sensei let out a small sigh, as if confirming her suspicions.  

“I knew it. You know, despite how I look, I am the school nurse. There are girls like you, Rin-chan—futanari who still experience wet dreams.”  

It seemed I’d been baited. My focus must have been completely scattered. Normally, I’m excessively careful about my words and actions, but to think my secret would be exposed like this…!  

“…What are you talking about? Futanari? That’s… nonsense…”  

“You don’t have to hide it. And there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Futanari aren’t that rare, you know.”  

No matter how I tried to deflect, she was clearly certain. I must have underestimated her. Sure, I’d gone to extreme lengths to avoid situations where I’d have to expose my skin, but I never imagined she’d deduce the truth from that alone.  

What do I do? My mind raced as I gritted my teeth, my thoughts boiling over.  

“But don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Despite appearances, I am a teacher. I want to be on your side, Rin-chan. Having at least one adult who knows the truth will make things easier for you, right? Honestly, I was waiting for you to confide in me yourself… but it seems we’re past that point now.”  

Yuki-sensei kept talking, but my mind was too scrambled to process her words.  

What do I do? How do I keep her quiet?  

Option 1: Blackmail her with her own secrets? —Rejected. Even if I dug up dirt on Yuki-sensei, nothing would balance the scales against my secret. And if she retaliated by exposing me to the whole school, I wouldn’t be able to live with it. Especially if Kanzaki-kun found out.  

Option 2: Pay her off? —Rejected. I could never afford enough hush money to silence a private school nurse. Part-time jobs are banned at this academy, and I refuse to burden my parents. I’d rather die.  

What do I do, what do I do…?!  

“…Rin-chan? Calm down. I’m on your side. There are plenty of futanari girls who ejaculate, too. Just take a deep breath—”  

As she approached with a worried expression, I studied her.  

Her white shirt, worn under her lab coat, was unbuttoned to the second button, revealing the deep valley of her ample chest. Her intelligent eyes were gentle with concern, and the beauty mark beneath her cool gaze was undeniably alluring. The curve of her waist, accentuated by her tight skirt, exuded a mature sensuality.  

Then—a devilish idea struck me. I could feel my lips twisting into an eerily wide grin.  

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“Yuki-sensei.”

“Huh—⁉︎”

I forcefully grabbed Yuki-sensei’s wrist and threw her onto the bed with all my strength. While I’m physically strong, throwing a grown woman with one hand should be impossible. It was as if some limiter had been released, granting me monstrous strength.

But right now, that didn’t matter.

“Rin-chan⁉︎ What are you—⁉︎”

I pinned both her hands above her head with my left hand and straddled her. Seeing her face stiffen with confusion and fear sent waves of sadistic pleasure through me.

“Calm down! I don’t mean any harm!”

It was too late for words now. There was no turning back.

With my right hand, I violently tore open her shirt. The buttons restraining her voluptuous breasts went flying.

“Sensei. If you become mine, you won’t be able to tell anyone my secret, right?”

“…⁉︎ Wh-what are you…? Stop! We’re both girls⁉︎ And I have a husband…!”

“Oh? Then why are you wearing such sexy lingerie to school? Were you asking for this?”

“N-no…!”

The black lace bra suited her perfectly. Seeing her flushed face glaring at me only made my cock fully erect.

But I wouldn’t just ram it in. Painful rape would be meaningless.

After struggling fruitlessly against my inhuman strength, she seemed to realize resistance was pointless. She closed her eyes and turned her face away.

“…Just get it over with quickly.”

Apparently she planned to wait it out. Fine by me. Following my online research, I decided to start with her breasts. I ripped off her bra and groped her ample chest, kneading them roughly.

“I-it hurts……”

Too much force killed the pleasure. Real life wasn’t like the erotic novels I’d been reading online.

I tried gentler touches, circling her nipples softly. Within minutes, sweet moans escaped her nose.

“Nn…ah…nn…”

“Does it feel good?”

“L-like I’d…!”

“Right. No married woman would get turned on by a younger girl groping her, huh?”

Her obvious bluff was adorable. These cruel words came so naturally—this wasn’t my usual self. Or maybe my “honor student” persona had always been the fake one, hiding my true nature.

Her nipples were hardening despite her protests. I mischievously pinched the right one hard.

“Ngyaa⁉︎❤️”

Unlike my earlier feather touches, this brought real pain—yet she arched her back like a shrimp, trembling.

I released her hands to pinch and twist both nipples.

“Ngaaah⁉︎❤️ I-it hurts but…⁉︎❤️”

Pain was bringing her pleasure. As she squirmed, I licked my lips and kept tormenting her breasts until high-pitched moans escaped her clenched lips.

Unable to resist, I buried my face between them, sucking hungrily.

Schlorp

“Nngh❤️”

Her body shook adorably as I licked and nibbled her nipples. When I bit down, she rubbed her thighs together desperately.

Testing further, I gave a gentle bite.

“Ghh!❤️❤️”

She seemed unable to even scream, eyes wide and mouth gaping at nothing. The sight of her convulsing was comical.

After thoroughly enjoying her breasts, she lay limp on the bed, tongue lolling with drool. Red handprints covered her chest, nipples swollen crimson. Her occasional twitches resembled a dying frog.

This uncharacteristic display from the always-composed Yuki-sensei pushed me past my limit.

Pulling down her skirt and panties, my fully erect cock stood proudly. This excitement dwarfed anything from masturbation.

Though half-conscious, seeing my approach with exposed cock made her face contort in horror.

“Yuki-sensei—no, Kaede. This is what’s going to ravage you. Impressive?”

“Wh-what is… Is that really…?”

She looked at it like seeing a monster, face pale with disbelief.

An obscene smile spread across my face. My pride swelled.

I’d always known my cock was larger than most futanari or even average men’s. It had been my greatest shame—something I’d often wished to remove. But now I realized:

This monstrous, thick cock—longer than her face, thicker than her arm—could conquer any woman. Like the trembling beauty before me.

For the first time, I felt grateful for being born futanari.

“N-no…!”

“Your body says otherwise.”

Her panties were already soaked. I showed her my glistening fingers before sucking them clean.

“Mm…❤️ So lewd. Were you expecting this?”

“Kuh…!”

Ignoring her glare, I unzipped her pumps and removed her skirt.

Her matching black panties were drenched. A single touch made her convulse—she must’ve been naturally sensitive.

Teasingly slow, I removed her panties to reveal her womanhood.

Well-groomed pubic hair framed her dark, swollen folds—so different from my own anatomy. Frankly, it looked grotesque yet intensely erotic.

I’d planned to finger or eat her first… but I changed my mind. I couldn’t wait.

I pressed my throbbing cock against her entrance.

“P-please… Rin-chan, stop! That’ll… kill me!”

Smiling, I mercilessly thrust inside.

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Author’s Note: “Too fast?” you might think. I thought so too after writing. This is what happens when you let your lower half do the writing… Might revise later since I posted this late at night.

As for Kaede-sensei being too perceptive and sensitive—there’s actually a big reason for that, which will be explained in the next chapter from her perspective.

Yosou Academy: → Obviously a placeholder name I came up with in 5 seconds.